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There are no magic formulas for success, but the older I get, the more I rely on a few simple principles to help get me through each passing day. One could argue that these are simply "common sense", but as my wise grandmother used to say, "common sense isn't very common." The common superficial indicators of success-money, a good job, fancy possessions, and a house on the water- really don't indicate much more than an individual who has focused his life on things. True success goes deeper, and that is what drives the following observations. Sorry, I can't guarantee that any of these will work for you, but by diligently applying them to my own life, I have noticed a distinct change for the better over the last 20 years.
1. FIND YOUR PASSION
The most essential step to leading a successful life is to find your passion. Everything positive will flow from your pursuit of an area that truly floats your boat. There are many definitions of "passion" out there, but try this one out for size:
A PASSION IS SOMETHING YOU DO THAT MAKES TIME FLY BY
When I was a teenager, I loved to play piano. It always amazed me that my two hours of practice seemed to go by in a few seconds. On the other hand, if you are only playing piano to please your parents, spouse, or teacher, practicing will inevitably become an interminable agony.
Some possible passions are sports, gardening, music, reading, weaving, meditation, movies, and dining out. Pretty much anything is fair game no matter how offbeat. I have a good friend who discovered his true passion in life was growing orchids! Even more amazing is that he was able to develop an avocation into a vocation by buying a greenhouse and selling extra plants.
Not all hobbies will necessarily lead to full time employment, but with a little creativity, you'll be surprised at what is possible. In my life, I've turned playing piano into giving lessons part time, growing flowers to selling perennials at flea markets, and reading books to giving lectures on various classic works.
How do you find your passion? Join Internet newsgroups. Start a local club revolving around your specific interest. Get your friends hooked. Then merely sit back and watch what happens. In some cases, your interest may wane after a few months, but in other instances you will find a true passion, something that will consume your life until your dying breath.
2. TAKE CHANCES
Nothing is sadder than someone stuck in a dead end job or hopelessly mired relationship. Change is always a little scary, and many people simply choose to be miserable rather than risk financial stress or marital discord.
Approximately one year ago, I was working full time with some of the most negative people on this planet. In addition, my position was going nowhere and I was doing more and more work for the same amount of pay. Then, on that fateful day May 31st, 2006, my life changed in an instant. While eating a bowl of cereal, I experienced very severe pain and needed to be rushed to the hospital. As the doctors muttered something about an "unexplained abdominal blockage" I was given the last rites. After making it through the night, I awoke with a nasal-gastric tube down my throat. Unable to eat or drink, I was given only ice chips for 5 miserable days.
Yet, while I was lying on my back for what seemed to be an eternity, I had plenty of time to think. And when I was released from the hospital one week later, the first thing I did was turn in my resignation. My family and friends thought I was crazy to leave a tenured position that paid $60,000. per year. But, I had seen the light, and you may be curious as to where I am one year later. Well, I have the most incredibly wonderful postition in the same field. I am treated with respect by a "dream team" of colleagues and next year will actually be making more money than I ever have... AND enjoying it! Yes, there were financial insecurities along the way, and there were times when bills didn't get paid. But I find it extremely ironic that I had to look death in the eye to finally learn how to live.
It takes a great deal of guts to change the status quo in your life. There are no guarantees, but if you follow your heart very little can go wrong!
3. DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO ANYBODY
This was my mother's favorite phrase and it took me 20 years to fully comprehend the import of her wisdom. Gossip is extremely, extremely dangerous. If you are labeled a troublemaker at work your career is ruined. If you are catty and chatty in a relationship, you stand a good chance of losing your significant other's trust. A good rule of thumb to use if debating whether or not to say something is:
DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT SOMEONE YOU WOULDN'T SAY TO THEM IF THEY HAPPENED TO BE STANDING RIGHT THERE
A particular dangerous variant of the gossip game is "But I only told one person!" Sure you did, and that person only told one person, and the next guy in the chain only told one person, and before you know it everyone knows. Loose lips do indeed sink ships. Yes, gossip is quite tempting but at best only gives the gossiper a smug superiority...for a while. So, in the coming weeks, try to say five positive statements a day about people in place of anything even remotely controversial. You will notice a change for the better in your relationships almost immediately.
4. LET SERVICE BE YOUR MANTRA
Leading a hedonistic lifestyle is almost always synonymous with unfulfillment and failure. Look at the hapless Virginia Tech shooter- an individual consumed with anger and totally engrossed in a fantasy world. People who service others are in a win-win situation. Success comes from the feeling of accomplishment by sharing your wealth of ideas and individual talents. Here's a short list of service oriented choices which can only heighten your feelings of accomplishment. And who knows?- you may meet your significant other or a special friend in the process.
a) Become a Big Brother/Big Sister/Mentor/Tutor
b) Volunteer to be on your community's P.T.A., or chaperone various school functions.
c) Help at your local church with a food bank or clothing drive.
d) Give free lessons in the area of your choice (I sometimes give complementary music lessons to disadvantaged children who cannot afford them.)
e) Build houses, repair dreams, mend broken hearts.
f) Become involved with Boy Scouts/Brownies, Den Mothers and Fathers are always needed.
g) Agree to be a "Patient Visitor" at your local hospital. I did this one Summer and learned more about life in two months than in my previous 35 years!
In this me-me-me culture, it takes considerable effort to look beyond yourself to the greater good. But I can think of nothing more powerful then servicing others, even in the smallest way. It will make you feel successful like few other activities can, and could easily change your life in a major way.
5. ARRANGE TO BE LUCKY
It always seems that certain individuals are simply lucky, but I have discovered that you can indeed arrange to be as lucky as the next guy. For example, suppose you are interviewing for a particular job. Only allowing yourself 2 prospects means than luck could occur at most 2 times. But doing 20 interviews increases your possibility of luck tenfold! When I was interviewing for a new position, I did 25 interviews, of which 2 resulted in job offers. So, I was "lucky" twice. In a similar manner if you wish to meet new people, and have three blind dates over an entire year, you're not giving luck much of a chance to work. But meeting three people per month increases your chance of luck by a factor of 12. The truly "lucky" people stack the deck in their daily life so that luck has the maximum probability to occur. And sure enough, over time luck is sure to be a "lady tonight" without any extra effort on their part.
6. FORGET ALL COMPARISONS
If I had my way, I'd abolish ALL competitions, contests, and any event that grades people. It only fosters dreaded comparisons, which is a major factor in depression and disillusionment. Let's face it, no matter how good you are at something, someone, somewhere, is even better. And conversely, even if you feel you are hopeless at something, I guarantee you could teach someone, somewhere, that is even more hopeless.
Instead of comparing yourself to some impossible yardstick, simply do. That's right, just do something. Play guitar, plant a rose, take a walk, climb a tree. Inactive people are the dangerous ones, the meddlers and parasites of society. Get yourself out there even if it is something as simple as weeding the garden. The body craves movement and activity, yet does even better without self judgements. Worrying about doing better at a particular sport, or feeling guilty about a past imperfect performance simply eats up time and immobilizes you. And an immobilized person is an unsuccessful individual. It's essentially as simple as that.
7. FIND YOUR INNER GOD
Rather than endlessly wonder about the location of Heaven, or the existence of Satan, try to find your inner God. We all have a conscience, or "tracking system" to help us in times of need. I prefer to call this inner light "God", but you can call it by whatever term makes you comfortable. Your success in life is intimately tied to how well you are in tune with your "soul". Some people spend a lifetime ignoring their inner voice and the end result is confusion and despair. We all are stronger than we think...I brought myself back to life last year when I suddenly realized my work on earth was merely starting at the age of 47. Although the signal may be weakened by all the noise and junk we put in our lives, it is always there, waiting to be at our service.
Cultivate bewilderment, walk under the pale light of stars, and listen...I guarantee you will never turn off your inner God again!
8. BECOME FRIENDS WITH "YD"
You have an enemy lurking in the bushes. And alas, it will never go away. The name of the enemy is YOUR DEATH, which I prefer to write as "YD" which seems a little less threatening. The final key to you leading a successful life is to come to terms with YD. Frankly, this isn't easy, and some individuals spend a lifetime trying to cheat death, only to be surprised as they approach the finish line.
One very simple thing you can do to feel comfortable about YD is to write your own obituary, no matter if you are 18 or 81. After all, no one knows you as well as yourself, and the experience will be quite humbling. Trying to reduce your life to a few simple paragraphs will inevitably force you to realize you are a mere speck, an asterisk, the head of a pin. Along the way you will discover areas of your life you want to put in your obituary, but can't right now, and this will lead to important changes in your future. I wrote my own obituary at the age of 25, which lead to an incredible two decades of self-exploration. If you have a significant other, you may want to write each other's obituary along side of your own. It is very likely the two obits will be quite different, and this could lead to a productive talk about future plans.
Another activity which will help you shake the hand of YD is to make a "Death Gift Box". This sounds morbid, but is simply an ordinary toy box that is filled with small tokens of appreciation for important people in your life, should you die suddenly or unexpectedly. You could write a letter to a friend, or dry an exquisite red rose for your mother. Be sure to tell someone or mention in your will the location of your death gift box, so your sentiments can be distributed accordingly.
Recently in my community, a gifted 36 year old teacher died suddenly in a tragic car accident. Fortunately, she had put together a death gift box. I cannot describe the looks on the lucky individuals' faces who opened presents from their friend's gift box. They found it almost impossible to put their "treasures" away, and as in most win-win situations, that teacher's memory is now perpetuated forever by a simple act of kindness.
I will never forget sitting next to my grandmother as she was dying 25 years ago. In a faint whisper, she asked if there was anything positive about death. I thought for awhile, then responded "well, at least you can find out how that good dream ends!" She laughed a bit, then was gone. Just as a sentence is a mere collection of words without a period, death is the period that gives life meaning. And all of our lives are ideally a good dream which death merely extends until the next lifetime...
I sincerely hope your life is as successful as it can be, now and forever!
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Text: I sit down on the tank itself, wearing only a pair of black panties and a black bra, both made to stretch a considerable amount. Under me is a helium tank.
I push my brown hair out of the way, my green eyes glistening. I take the hose of the tank, and put the nozzle in my mouth. I turn the valve, and a rush of the gas goes into me.
First my stomach expands, filling divinely and quickly. Already I look like I should be carrying twins. Next were my breasts, filling evenly, and quite well. The pressure was building already, thirlling me.
Once my breasts and stomach had their fill, the helium starts to fill my other extremities. My legs, ass, and arms. All were growing, being saturated with the gases from the tank. My weight had certainly decreased. I even felt lighter. I continue to let this gas slake my thirst.
My body started to rise off the ground, my head bobbing down to keep ahold of the tank's hose. But it was long enough for me to float to the ceiling without losing it.
Now that the helium had no where else to go, my face started to fill out, my cheecks puffing up. I close my eyes, dreaming I was floating on a cloud.
Now, I just expand, having no more room in my body for the gas to fill. I felt light-headed, but dreamily so.
My body was starting to round out, becoming a perfect sphere. My arms and legs were cones, and my bra had long ago busted off.
My ass was filling out nicely. My panties were thinning into a thong the way this was going. I release my bitedown on the nozzle, the thing turning off automatically, as I had it preset to.
I close my eyes to sleep, hoping to wake ready for more. I awoke much as the same as when I slept; floating around aimlessly.
I kicked off the ceiling and grabbed the hose, it turning on. Soon my body found it's ambrosia of inflation as I continued my expansion once again.
My body was taking the pressure well. I was fully round, and my panties snapped off and was left nude.
The pressure kept on, filling me more and more. Becoming unbarable, but I ignored it, focused on my own figure rather than my ditress.
Now I can't ignore it. The tank read that it was only half gone. I was surprised I took in this much. If given two of three days, it would leak out of me on it's own. But I could feel it.
My body couldn't take another ounce of pressure. A single huff, and that was it.
Pop goes me.
Do I dare?
Most likely pop just to get a high-so to speak.
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*1: Lacey*
2003
Working on the film crew for "Mean Girls" was one giant blur. So much so that I can't quite remember why I was relaxing one day in the wardrobe room. But I was sitting behind a few clothing racks during my break, trying to enjoy the solitude, until someone interrupted.
I could see the gossip queen of the Plastics, Gretchen Weiners – a.k.a. actress Lacey Chabert. Whether she could see me was unclear, but the fact she hadn't yelled at me to get out was a sign.
So was her going through sweaters, then taking hers off in my eye line.
She wasn't looking at me and couldn't see me from there – supposedly. She wasn't trying to show herself off in her blue bra and skirt, but there was a Hell of a lot to show off. It took me a while to register her taking off her skirt next – yet the sight of Lacey's incredible cleavage and toned, sleek curves kept her ass and legs off my radar.
I only had a few seconds to take in the whole package before she found a sweater. Once she put it over her face and chest, I remembered what trouble I'd be in if she knew there was an audience. Impulsively, I turned my head away and pretended to sleep – barely stopping myself from pretending to snore.
I heard some small rustlings and prayed they wouldn't be followed by loud footsteps. Yet when I heard them, they got softer as Lacey left the room. My movie crew career was still alive – though I needed more physical parts of me to die down before I left. As if she'd made that easy.
Like this entire production would make things easy for me.
January 2014
A Mean Girls reunion cover story and photo shoot.
If I could make that happen, it'd make this job so much easier for me.
While I didn't do much more work in movie crews since 2003, it got my foot in the door for other opportunities. Eventually, it led me to an assistant's job at a magazine that...well, many of you read every week. If not as much as Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide or Vanity Fair.
This meant that other publications probably had the inside track on a 10-year "Mean Girls" reunion piece, if they were so inclined. But I made the pitch that with my time on their set, I could get the stars to do our magazine. Plus it was the start of a new year, and the best time to publish a Mean Girls story would be in April, so I could get a jump start now.
Of course, my slight connection to the movie didn't mean I could land all the stars. What's more, they'd really need me to book one above all – and she was the wild card to end all wild cards. She might have burned too many bridges with her old co-stars, for all anyone knew.
But after I convinced my bosses I could book Lindsay Lohan, I still wasn't brave enough to go after her first. That was something you had to build towards. Hell, if I got all the others first – the ones who actually had their careers take off since 2004 – it might make Lindsay's absence okay.
Unfortunately, I aimed too high to start proving it.
I thought since Rachel McAdams had the best career and biggest name in the group besides Lindsay – at least in movies – she'd be enough of a headliner. But because of that big career, she wasn't available in the time we'd need to do the story and cover. So that seemed to be that.
If I couldn't land both Rachel and Lindsay, I was finished. Maybe that's why I still wasn't brave enough to contact Lindsay. One of the top five reasons, anyway.
Instead of warming up with a more legitimate star, perhaps I would have to start smaller.
I had to call Rachel because she was busy on a set. However, Lacey Chabert had more free time on her hands. When I gathered that after calling her, I offered to make my pitch in person.
That's how I found myself going to her penthouse in West Hollywood two days later. She'd bought it months ago, not long before her cover spread for Maxim magazine last fall. My memories really didn't need to go there – or to the last time I saw her in her bra – so I cleared my head before knocking the door.
Lacey answered in a blue top and matching jeans, so it kept my head clear. At least clearer than it could have been. "Hello, Ms. Chabert," I cleared my throat enough to say.
"You don't have to be that formal," Lacey said in her high but sweet voice. "This is the first of many Mean Girls reunions, after all. Right?"
"Well, if you want to see it that way. And believe I told the truth about being a crew member. Which I did, but how would you know?" I let get away from me.
"I used my two days of prep time well. But I didn't need to do that much research," Lacey assured. "I remembered myself that you were there. So I'm glad you're here now," she said, topping it off with a little hug. Which was both fortunately and unfortunately brief.
I shrugged it off and followed Lacey inside, letting her give me a tour of the condo. It was pretty extravagant by my standards, if not West Hollywood's. That speaks to how quaint three bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a gym and wide views of the city are by comparison.
Despite having the least splashy career of the Mean Girls stars, Lacey still kept busy enough to do well for herself. As if the Maxim shoot didn't rub it in already. Luckily, I kept myself from saying both those things out loud.
At that moment, Lacey wanted to know about my post-Mean Girls career. This made me just a little bit more comfortable.
"Clearly, I went on a different path," I jested for starters. "I mean, I didn't flop out of crew work. I didn't hate it, and you guys didn't make me hate it. I just...realized I wanted a more creative direction. But I realized I wanted it in Hollywood, in some way."
"And a magazine about Hollywood was the answer," Lacey filled in.
"Not at first. I wrote some stuff myself at other places. I'm not doing that at my new place, but I can use it to open bigger doors. If I prove I have some value over there," I started to segway towards.
"And me and one of my old movies can give you that value," Lacey said.
"For the next few months, yeah," I agreed, perhaps less tactfully than I should have. "I know other magazines can make a bigger deal out of it. But they're just so...cliquey. I think you can understand that," I started joking. "I figure there's no need to give the magazine Plastics another win. It'd go against everything the movie stood for."
"Did you sell that to Rachel?" Lacey wondered.
"Maybe I should have. If she had a clear schedule, who knows?" I went along. But the memory of her being unavailable, and the long route I still had to go, made me more truthful.
"I'm not trying to put pressure on you, Lacey. I don't know how free you are, and there's no guarantee this'll even happen. I've got a long way to go before I can answer that," I admitted.
"Well, what's part of that long way? Who else are you asking?" Lacey asked.
"Tina Fey, Lizzy Caplan, Amanda Seyfried, you...and Lindsay," I finished off.
Sensing my hesitation at the end, Lacey offered, "Hasn't Lindsay been pretty good lately? Or did you guys...bury bad press on her?"
"I can't speak for other publications, but we heard good stuff," I answered. "Still...did she burn too many bridges with you guys when she...wasn't on good behavior? And could they be rebuilt in time?"
"I don't think that's necessary. I haven't seen Lindsay in a while, so my bridges are still standing," Lacey commented. "But I haven't seen much of the others, either. That really would make this a reunion for me. And for what it's worth...it'd be nice to see all of them again."
"So if I could make that happen, you wouldn't mind?" I double checked.
"Of course not," Lacey promised. "Working with them wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't before." After a pause, she started, "They even...even kept their distance when we were in wardrobe."
My face didn't move a muscle, so I figured I was safe. I felt myself blinking more than usual, but there could be worse tells. In the back of my mind, I wondered if it was more telling that she paused before finishing. "I see," was the only thought I said out loud.
I deflected by saying, "So, we want to make this a cover story for April. To do that, we need you to be available at the end of February. Can you clear a day or two for that?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," Lacey said. "Gives me plenty of time to get dressed up."
"Well, we'll have that covered for you," I said as steadily as possible.
"I know, but you're already going to enough trouble," Lacey stated. "I've got a lot of stuff in my closet. Maybe I could pick something and get it out of the way."
"If, um, if you want to take a shot," I conceded. I was relieved to see Lacey get up and leave, which gave me time to get back in order. But those dreams died fast.
"Your bosses would probably need to see my picks," Lacey called out. "You can either call them to come over, or just take pictures for them with your phone. The second one sounds easier." It did, in only one way. But it was the only way available now.
So I followed Lacey to her big closet, as she showed off the clothes that were hung up. I went along with the pretense of taking pictures, in case she was being serious. I had further doubts when she said, "I don't know. They'd probably pop more if they were on me."
"So you're saying you need to change?" I sighed in resignation.
"I might need time for that," Lacey replied. With that, I figured there was nothing to do but rip the band aid off.
"For the record, I stayed where I was when you changed back then. And I closed my eyes too. Eventually," I jumped ahead. "That should have made it impossible for you to remember me! I didn't do a thing, other than see you in far more clothing than you had in Maxim!" I let out, to which Lacey merely paused.
Before she could un-pause, I attempted damage control by adding, "Don't punish the magazine because I was a perv 11 years ago. I'll get someone else to give you privacy in here. If that's what you want."
"I almost wanted you to stop 'sleeping'," Lacey interrupted, adding quotation marks at the end. That was hardly the weirdest thing right now.
"I was pretty frustrated that day. Enough to still remember it 11 years later. Enough to remember I was changing to go out for a walk, saw you when you were fake sleeping...and almost wished you'd wake up. Just to help me get some of my emotions out...in some way," Lacey startled me.
"Some way...eh?" I ended less than smoothly.
"Yeah, there were a few ways. I calmed down and left, but when I saw you work after that...I still had to wonder," Lacey shared. "I didn't wonder that much for the next 10 years. But when you called me and I looked you up...it didn't take much to wonder again."
"You're kidding me," was all I could say. "So that was another near miss...or maybe..." I trailed off, having revealed way too much.
"Another near miss?" Lacey repeated, making me nervous with her peaked interest. But instead of asking further, she asked, "Is that what it would have been if I woke you up? Just a near miss?"
"If you wanted it to be," I recovered to change the subject – for more than one reason.
"And if you had a chance to get closer?" Lacey pressed on, her hands drifting to her hips.
"Well, then someone would probably come in and ruin my luck," I attempted to gest.
"And until they did? Would fucking me on my wardrobe be worth it till then?" Lacey got to the point.
"I..." I waited to find a good answer, but only one was accurate enough. "I don't see how I can say no."
Lacey didn't say anything or change her expression. Even when she lifted up her shirt and threw it off, revealing a blue bra barely containing her cleavage, she stayed nonchalant. While I dropped my jaw and made mental comparisons to 11 years ago and Maxim magazine, she just turned and looked through her closet. In fact, she seemed to be picking out a new shirt.
When Lacey took one and put it over her chest, I got her game. And I took the bait.
Like I imagined myself doing off and on for 11 years, I went up to Lacey and kissed her against a rack of clothes. She dropped her shirt and began to unbutton mine, while I got ahead of her in unbuckling my belt. I took a break once she undid my buttons, throwing my shirt off and inviting her to press her body against mine.
The feel of her large, contained breasts and the rest of her tanned, toned, tremendous body against me threw me off, so Lacey lowered my pants down for me. I snapped out of it to put my hands on her jeans, lowering them just as mine dropped. Soon we both had our underwear exposed, but I wasn't ready to remove hers yet.
In a flash, I lowered my underwear and pulled out my erect cock, then had Lacey lean back against her closet drawer. My hand moved the front of her panties aside, leaving them on as my cock head pressed against her pussy. After seeing Lacey in a lacey bra and panties in person, and in print, I had to fuck her while she had them on.
"Do it. Fuck me," Lacey agreed in a breathy voice. She squeaked and almost cooed as my head entered her, then groaned deeper when I added a few more inches. Once I adjusted and knew I could last, my adrenaline went back up as I started pumping her.
Lacey wrapped her arms around my neck and began pushing her groin back against me. I pushed mine forward as our hips got as loud as our voices. I tried muffling mine against Lacey's lips, her neck, and finally her bouncing chest.
I still let her keep her bra on, as I was too busy nuzzling her cleavage and pressing my face against her cups to take it off. She gyrated her hips faster the more I did it, so I wasn't the only one who liked this. But I was feeling the effect harder – perhaps too hard, too fast.
"Fuck, fuck," I muttered, which made Lacey moan her encouragement. But it was a frustrated fuck because I was boiling over too soon. I put my fingers on Lacey's panties to try and get her off before I did, yet she tightened around me and made it impossible.
"Fuck, shit, I'm gonna cum!" I yelled, quickly pulling myself out before Lacey could comment. I left my cock bare and wet, not daring to touch it or even looking at her. After a few seconds, I dared to look up as Lacey caught her breath – then started to smile.
She finally lowered her panties to the floor, bending down way too low for my sanity. When I looked at the ceiling, she cleared her throat and got me to see her unhooking her bra. "Aim it here," she gestured to her chest, then grabbed it and slowly lowered her bra.
I had made sure my hands were frozen – but when Lacey dropped her bra, they went on my cock like a magnet. I was barely aware I was jacking off, since I had to savor those big, bare double D's while I had the time. Unfortunately, I was aware 15 seconds later that my time was about up.
I used the last of my brain power to remember Lacey's instructions, then I pointed my cock up and followed them. The first few spurts landed on her left breast and right above it, but I got myself to cover her right breast in time. The last few spurts landed below her chest, although some strands of cum were oozing down there anyway.
At least until Lacey grabbed her cum drenched tits.
"Eat me. Now," Lacey demanded. On impulse, I got on my knees and put my face between her legs. But when Lacey started rubbing her tits – and rubbing my own cum on those giant, gorgeous mounds – I lost all reason. Which was probably the point.
I wasted no time in suckling and nibbling her sweet spots, or on sliding two fingers inside to speed things up. As Lacey moaned, arched her back and kept rubbing her boobs, I wiggled my tongue and fingers inside her and sucked everything in range. By the time her chest fully absorbed my cum, I didn't make her cum herself -- but I didn't want to lose the race by much.
Once I added a third finger and swiped my thumb and tongue on her, I got that wish.
Lacey grabbed the back of my head and arched her hips forward, exploding directly on me. It faintly registered that her hand had touched my cum and was now in my hair. Yet her cum was dripping on my lips, so we were even.
I didn't break away for much oxygen as I licked and cleaned Lacey up. When she removed her hand and backed up a few inches, I stayed on my knees as it all started sinking in. It didn't sink in fast enough for me to move an inch, although my cock was shrinking by a few.
"Go lay down on the bed. Take as long as you need," I heard Lacey say. As soon as I could do something about it, I made myself stand on my feet. I had enough common courtesy to put my pants and underwear on before I went to the nearest bed, but not enough to put my shirt on.
I laid on one of Lacey's beds, closing my eyes and seeing the images of the last several minutes fly by. At the least, I was too enraptured to go to sleep. Eventually, I'd have to get up, actually face Lacey and hope this didn't affect our deal – if we had really made one. For that and other reasons, I wasn't eager to open my eyes yet.
"For the record, I didn't think of those last parts 10 years ago. It just came to me now," I heard Lacey say. It would have been too easy to make a pun from that last part, so I stayed quiet – but thinking about it made me let out an accidental snort.
"Yeah, that just came on me – to me, too," Lacey pretended to accidentally say. I didn't try to hold back laughter that time, and neither did she.
I kept my eyes closed, but I felt a little looser. Loose enough to ask, "Why were you frustrated back then? Did something happen? Something with the other girls?"
"Trying to interview me early?" Lacey sidestepped.
"I still need to be sure there is one," I said seriously. "If there's really any lingering problems with the others...or ones that might come up with...other people...I should know before I put my career on the line for this. Not that I was that professional before..."
"Even after that, that's what you're really thinking about?" Lacey inquired.
"Well...if I was more established, I could afford not to care about work. I'm clearly a beginner here," I tried to jest.
I opened my eyes now, but I looked up at the ceiling instead of Lacey. I still heard her ask, "If I tell you, will you tell me about that other near miss? If there's any lingering problems you have with them, this might not come together anyway. Right?"
I acknowledged her twisting my own words against me, then answered, "I had some...moments with them. Not moments like...back there. Nothing they'd probably remember like you did. But...I did wonder what could have been a few times. Like I did with you."
"And look how that turned out," Lacey pointed out. "For what it's worth...they missed out. And they'd miss out if they didn't do your cover too. But I didn't do anything then that would make it a problem. And I won't do it when you get us back together."
Regardless of who she meant by 'us', it was what I needed to hear. "Thank you," I said, regardless of what I was really thanking her for.
"No problem," Lacey chimed. Now it was really getting ridiculous not to look at her.
I turned my head and saw Lacey lying next to me, her face a few feet from mine. A brief glance below told me she hadn't put her bra back on. Yet I looked back up in a flash anyway, which made Lacey giggle.
If she didn't want me to stare, she'd have put the bra on – as if that would tempt me less. Regardless, I clung to being a gentleman by watching her face. A face covered with gorgeous green eyes, full tempting lips, and a complexion both innocent and sultry. If I was trying not to look aroused, I was failing miserably either way.
If this could be called failure. Lacey pressing her lips to mine sure didn't feel like failure.
This time we were composed enough to kiss briefly, and almost sweetly. We gave each other several pecks until I gently suckled her lower lips, then slid my tongue past it. Lacey pressed herself against my body, although our bare chests did most of the touching.
Needing more, I rolled myself on top of Lacey and took a bit of control. I pressed my chest down against hers and slid my right hand onto her cheek and hair, while our tongues went back and forth in each other's mouth. Lacey moaned as I broke apart and kissed down her face to her neck.
With my pants and underwear back on, I was feeling pretty constricted. But as I tasted her skin and went down to her chest, I had better things to worry about. When I got to her tits, Lacey couldn't help but remind me, "You know what they were just covered in, right?"
"I do," I reminded. "You got it off well enough." Even if she didn't, I had to taste those tits. The thought that they were just covered in my cum shouldn't have made it hotter, but it did. In any case, her supple skin and full flesh canceled out any other tastes.
I pushed Lacey's breasts up and circled her nipples with my tongue, then flicked them and slid my tongue down her left boob. I suckled and kissed the underside and bounced the rest against my face, then did the same to her right tit.
When I finally sucked her right nipple down, I looked up and saw Lacey's face contort beautifully. She seductively glared down at me as my right hand tangled in her hair and my left rubbed her stomach. It trailed down to her panties – the only piece of clothing she'd put back on – then Lacey suddenly got me off of her.
"Sit up," she instructed. I got some of my breath back as I sat up on the bed, though Lacey worked fast to take it away again. She unzipped my pants and pulled my revived erection out – but instead of touching it further, she put a hand on my head and brought it down to her chest.
I took the hint and started suckling away, while her free hand took one of mine and put it on her panties. Getting that hint too, I slid a finger into her undergarment and into what lay below as well. Once I did, Lacey put her free hand on my cock as her other one played with my hair.
"Mmm, you had all the fun with this before. My turn," Lacey announced, then stroked my shaft as furiously as I did. I gasped and dropped my jaw, but promptly filled it with her left breast while my free hand went on her back.
Lacey slowed down, and soon I did the same. We settled down as we stroked and jacked each other off, while I ate out her tits at the same time too. Combined with me stroking the smooth skin of her back, the triple sensation was making me throb in her right hand.
Her left pushed my head further into her chest, making me groan on her nipple and making her groan and stroke me harder in return. "Yeah, that's it," Lacey encouraged softly. She got louder when my finger curled into her and my thumb swiped across her, cheering, "God, those fingers are good."
"You would know," I mumbled on her breast as her fingers tightened on me.
"They're not enough..." Lacey lamented. Thinking she was criticizing me, I added another finger and drove them both in knuckle deep. "Oh fuck...oh fuck it," she stated, thrusting her chest onto my face like it was fucking it.
I tried to suckle her right breast down, like Lacey would suck my cock down if I was face fucking her. Of course, I had too much to work with to make it perfect – in that regard, anyway. She watched me rub my face and mouth on her flesh, then jacked me hard a few more times and said, "Fuck it" again.
This time around, she followed up by removing her hand from me and taking my fingers off her. Lacey got off the bed and kneeled down in front of it – and me. Her mouth soon went a little lower.
She alternated between sucking me down hard and soft, her hands on my hips the whole way. Mine rested on her shoulder and hair, stroking it so I would be less tempted to push her head down. But Lacey went off me and slid her lips and tongue down herself.
When she finished suckling me just above my balls, Lacey went back up and stuck her chest out. I briefly lit up from what I thought was coming, yet she put my head on her left nipple instead of between her tits. In fact, she used it to get her tips stiffer and erect, which didn't hurt my erection per se. Maybe it even kept me from losing it sooner.
Not that Lacey rubbing my tip all over her breasts wasn't making me boil. She also rubbed it on her undersides, so that didn't calm me down. Neither did rubbing my cockhead between her breasts without pressing them together.
"You gotta learn to put more variety in this after a while," Lacey tossed out. As I began to understand it and feel a little guilty, the minx went and smothered my cock with her tits anyway. But she only gave it a few pumps before she took them off and replaced them with her mouth – although she went all the way down with it.
The brief tit fuck and deep throat left me wet and throbbing, which Lacey chose as the perfect time to really strike. She climbed onto my lap and hovered herself over me, without sinking herself down. Lacey looked at me and my barely composed face, then started to come down.
Once she got the top half of my cock in, I put my hands on her hips and finished pushing her down. Lacey groaned and pressed her forehead against me, then pecked my lips in an almost playful fashion. She soon moved down to my chin and jaw while she rocked her hips, in a far slower way than last time.
As it sunk in how this time would be far less feverish. I relaxed as Lacey suckled and nibbled my Adam's apple and neck. I kept my hands on her hips and started squeezing while she fucked me, and even started some fucking of my own. For that, Lacey gave me a deeper hickey while looking up with her most erotic glare.
After she pulled away from my neck, I rested my chin on her right shoulder. Lacey rocked me a bit faster while I looked down and saw her hips move, not to mention her ass. My hands slid over to cover it up, which led me to jiggle her cheeks around as a distraction.
"Oh, that's it...oh, you know what you're doing," Lacey cooed. I slid a finger between her cheeks to test that, and her louder moan suggested I did something right. My mind then raced for more good ideas, and I came up with a couple.
I leaned back and took Lacey with me, leaving her on top of me on the bed. She took her legs off me and got herself more comfortable, but I stopped her from lying on me when she put me back in. I kept Lacey sitting upright, allowing me to see myself inside her.
After a few moments of her riding me, I saw her tits were starting to bounce. My right hand caught them as my left trailed down her stomach, stopping at her opening. My fingers began teasing her pussy and nipples at once, although my left finger could do more than rub.
I tried to fit some of my finger along with my cock, but I did increase stimulation either way. My right forefinger and thumb pinched Lacey's tit, then I just palmed it as best I could. Nevertheless, Lacey was bouncing harder and getting herself closer.
Before she got further, I told her, "Lean over." I got her to put her hands next to each side of my face, hovering her tits over my face. Now that I could lean up and suckle them again, I put my left hand back on her pussy while I pumped it, while resting my right back on her ass.
"Oh, you're...oh, fuck," Lacey got carried away. That was before my right finger wedged itself against her ass, rubbing it without going in. With my cock and left finger fucking her and my mouth gobbling her tits all at once, she was really being worked over.
"Fuck me...ooh, fuck me, you naughty boy," Lacey requested. I was pretty much doing that now, but before I could remind her or show her, she continued, "If you won't, I will."
She was doing that already too – but now she was taking it up a notch. Lacey rocked her hips harder and faster, while keeping her hands on the bed and her body above me. Her tits swayed as her ass bounced on my groin, and all I could do was hold onto her hips.
I watched Lacey concentrate on me, letting out the occasional big breath and moan. For all that her tits and pussy were doing, I wanted to give equal time admiring her perfect face too. Not just because it was less likely to make me cum – barely.
Lacey seemed to smile while tightening and pushing down on me. "Fuck, I wanna cum again," she told me.
"Me too," I hissed out.
"This time I want it on your cock. I want it all over your cock," Lacey stressed. "Don't you want all that hot, wet cum there too?"
"Ugh...I want it anywhere you can put it," I settled on.
"It's going on your cock," Lacey confirmed. "It'll mix with your...fuck...cum." Despite the pause, it wasn't enough time to prepare me for that.
"Hold on..." I started, but couldn't finish as I felt my cock twitch. Hell of a time for it to have a sense of humor.
"I've got pills. I'll buy more if I have to," Lacey filled in. "First I want you to burst in me. Like you burst on my tits..."
"Not in your mouth?" I blurted out, since it was the only other original option.
"I'll suck us both off you when we're done," Lacey answered. "You want that? Want me to suck that wet cock before it fades away? Then make us both drip cum all over you..."
Lacey's voice could be quite high and squeaky, yet her experience as a voice actress obviously helped control her pitch. Saying those words with her sexy pitch was the last bit of convincing I needed.
Nevertheless, I couldn't go completely out of control until she went first. So my hands went back to her pussy, with my left and right forefinger rubbing her. Lacey gyrated her hips in return, yet I still kept my hands and fingers in place.
I watched my hands and cock work her down below, getting me extra hotter and faster. My eyes went up the rest of Lacey's body for extra inspiration, although her tightening and riding helped just as much. By the time I saw her tits swinging and her face panting, I knew it would at least be a photo finish to the end.
That was truly an apt metaphor, because I wasn't sure which one of us went first. I couldn't exactly do the math in the moment, though. In fact, I couldn't do much of anything but growl and arch my hips, then go limp when we both finished.
I laid there with my eyes closed until I felt another great weight lifted off me – well, not a great weight. But the thin Lacey did have enough energy to get off me, turn herself around and hover her wet pussy over my face. She even bent down to lick my deflating cock while she was at it.
Remembering this is what she promised to do, I had to return the favor. Although I was probably licking up both our juices, she was doing the same with me. So I powered through, despite how both our genitals were getting sensitive right about now.
Nevertheless, it felt like we got each other relatively clean. Before I could check closer, Lacey got herself off me again. This time, she turned around and laid on top of me, kissing me with both of us on her mouth. Since I had the same problem, this solution made sense.
We kissed for a while longer before Lacey laid her head on my chest. I put my hands on her for one last feel, then blurted out, "So that made my case for reunions too. Right?"
Lacey giggled and confirmed, "Yeah, that did set the bar." That, a few more kisses and tit rubs served as enough closure for us – and the promise to see her again for the story helped too.
Of course, I actually had to get a story and the rest of the cast together first. But I was a lot closer to that than I was hours ago. For that and other things, I let out a victorious growl when I got back to my car.
I would save the rest of the celebration for when I got home. First, I had to figure out how to see my next recruit. I hadn't figured out who I'd see after Lacey until now – but now I felt brave enough to see her.
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His first day at work was… mixed.
Things started off pretty nicely, if he could say so himself. No one really brought his size up or made it so he felt out of place by being so well-endowed… but that was mostly because everyone else also sported some sort of hyper attribute themselves, making for a workplace environment that was both incredibly inviting and, by its very nature, extremely hostile to Ike’s mental well-being. Not that it was anyone’s fault; he was just incredibly susceptible to arousal by those kinds of sights, making everything he had to do be about as much harder than normal as his shaft was. A wonderful comparison, at least if Samantha had anything to say about it.
The other bun spent her entire shift making passes at him, a few being so subtle that even the hyper-vigilant Ike didn’t pick up on them until minutes later, most so overt that he feared that the red on his cheeks was now a permanent fixture. No one else seemed to react to the teasing with anything more than tacit acceptance, if even that; was it just normal for the HR manager to be so handsn with new employees? She did mask it as “necessary training”, but he had serious doubts about whether she needed to literally plop her tits on top of his head in order to “get a better view” of what he was doing. In fact, now that he thought about, how did blocking her vision further give her a better view?!
Such it was that the rabbit had to spend eight straight hours being tormented by someone who was clearly very experienced at finding people’s buttons and then pushing them without the slightest ounce of shame, be it by ‘accidentally’ rubbing up against him or bumping her bust against his back, at times even going so far as to directly comment on how much he filled his pants; things were made even worse when, after he tried firing back, she very seriously told him she wouldn’t tolerate any sexual comments on his part during work hours, which just left the poor bun even more confused when no one around him seemed to react to this with the confusion he felt was warranted.
It certainly didn’t help that his own growth had gone into overdrive ever since the interview with Samantha; if things were bad before, being pushed to the limit like he was had only made them worse! Now the bun could barely even find compressors that worked, even after deciding to splurge out a bit with his improved budget; at least, compressors that lasted for more than a handful of hours before he had to take them off and empty them down the toilet. He was producing so much that it was frankly ridiculous, and it got to the point where he heard the warning beep coming from between his legs so often that he could practically predict when it was going to go off; practically because he always overshot it, his productivity being consistently on the rise as it was.
At least his workplace was kind enough to offer “milking stations” for both milk and his own predicament; gods knew that he needed one of those just for him, as he doubted anyone else in his department at least had as much of a need for release as he did, and that was before Samantha decided to make it even worse by constantly poking at his libido. He was already having to deal with a shaft that bulged out his pants hard enough that said pants might as well not even be there; he did not need it to be even harder than it already was; and yet the other bun seemed intent on driving him to the edge of madness and further on. She even went so far as to sit in front of him during lunch, forcing Ike to take the next chair over just so he’d have some room to put his tupperware in; certainly didn’t help she had a pair of breast pumps attached to her and absolutely no shirt on, what with company policy making it so that employees could choose to bring their own appliances from home rather than rely on those provided by their offices. Ike was almost certain it was a deliberate choice on Samantha’s end; no way a pair of breasts like those were serviced properly by store-bought milkers like those, and indeed, she looked to be even more stuffed by the end of lunchtime than she was beforehand.
The second half of his shift didn’t go any smoother; if anything, Sam’s teasing just got worse, with the HR manager deciding that, if Ike wasn’t going to break gently, then he’d do so by force. The comments got more direct, the teasing more explicit, the obvious intimacy all the more raunchy and inappropriate, and yet every time he dared to raise a question about whether or not that was appropriate, he was given the exact same answer every time: “necessary training.”
Indeed, given that no one around him seemed to think that what he was going through was worth even so much as giving a glance to, it was likely they’d all gone through something similar. Whether or not that made it better or horrifying was anyone’s guess, though for Ike the problem was his utmost belief that, try as Samantha might, she would never be able to make him feel like behaviour like that was acceptable around the office. The other bun seemed to catch on to his reluctance as well, given that around an hour before his first day was over she vanished from sight, only to call him via an internal line and request his presence in her office. Ike gulped, knowing full well what was going to come his way, but got up and went there nonetheless; it took a lot of effort not to trip over his own cock, seeing as it now occupied most, if not all of the space between his legs, to say nothing of how much his nuts dragged behind him, but he did it anyway.
He would find her on the other side of her desk, once again using it as a rest for her colossal mammaries, and completely and utterly nude. To be perfectly honest, he was sort of expecting that, to the point where he was only mildly surprised she’d be so brazen as to do it during work hours rather than waiting for another fifty or so minutes. The answer to his question came when she mused about turning off the CCTV network in the room, casually mentioning that a position such as hers came with a certain set of perks, before openly asking him a question that broke him nearly as hard as the one during the interview a few days prior:
“How hard do you want to fuck me right now, Ike?”
And again, his pants were torn to shreds and his shaft released from its confines by the simple statement. It wasn’t really a question, at least not one like he’d been used to hearing; there was no way for him to deny that he wanted to go ahead and plow her like a couple of… well, rabbits in heat really, but he couldn’t exactly claim he wanted that option to begin with; his self-control had been slipping further and further away from him for the whole day, and now that he thought about it, that was probably the whole reason why she’d been teasing him for so long. It was devious… but it was effective.
With his shaft now out in the open, even Samantha could probably see its tip all the way from behind her mountain of tits; that damned thing was longer than Ike’s torso was, and just about as thick too, with the accompanying set of nuts, now unburdened by a compression field, having to be carried behind his legs just to prevent them from turning the bun immobile. Veins throbbed across his cock’s leathery surface and a thick trickle of pre ran down from the tip, coating it in a shiny glaze that only seemed to attract the other bun even more. Samantha was openly (and audibly) smacking her lips, and Ike could swear he saw beads of milk emerge from her fist-sized nipples without her even so much as squeezing those things. His own feet were walking involuntarily towards her, enough that, by the time he realized what was happening, his shaft was practically already buried inside of that immense cleavage of hers. He should’ve wanted to pull back, should’ve wanted to tell her that this was all a mistake and they should keep it professional… but he didn’t want to. All he saw there and then were a pair of breasts that were stuffed to the brim with cream and were attached to someone who probably wanted to ride him dry, and as far as his libido cared, that was all that mattered.
From that moment forward, Ike was on auto-pilot, his brain no longer part of the equation. Muscle memory took over and Samantha barely had three seconds before he was literally upon her. One moment she had her tits on the desk and the next they were firmly on her torso, with whatever piece of furniture they once stood on having been flung across the room and against a wall. The real Ike, the one that existed for most of the day, would never have done anything like that; he was far too afraid of the consequences to ever be that direct. But that wasn’t the “real” Ike; or perhaps the one that went about for most of his life wasn’t altogether that “real” itself. Whatever the case, the larger bun wasted absolutely no time in throwing himself at his new lover, flinging his cock into her cleavage and finding in it the one thing capable of containing his immense girth.
With the compressor gone, there was no stopping him. Even a pair of tits of that caliber could only hope to contain a small chunk of his size, with his tip being far enough away from his base that it not only bumped against Samantha’s chin, but went so far as to smear itself all over her face before going right past her, giving the HR bun something to think about when she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to run wild all over its length… or at least the parts of it she could reach. Very little thinking was done there, just raw, animalistic fucking, and given the two’s bodies were very much geared towards that kind of activity, it didn’t take long before they started to get creative with things.
Much to his surprise and delight, Ike would find that those colossal mammaries were, in fact, completely natural. No creaking, no sign of stiffness, just milk and churning and sloshing and softness all around, giving him enough leverage to sink his hands into their soft breastflesh so much that they vanished into all of the pudge, a waterfall of milk erupting from each nipple whenever he did so. They were very clearly stuffed to the brim, Sam wasn’t kidding about that either; the slightest touch seemed to be enough to set them off, and Ike had absolutely on intention of holding himself back to using “slight” anything; no, his hands aggressively groped and kneaded those immense udders, tugging and pulling at them with all of his might, drawing long, whorish, throaty noises from the other rabbit’s throat that he could only hope were moans. The sounds were enough to set off some kind of automatic response within him, something that drove him to do something that he never thought he’d even think about, much less come to execute.
Samantha’s nipples were large. Large enough, he reckoned, that he could grab them with all of his hands; wrap his fingers around them, feel his palms be filled with their mass, giving him a firm grip on both teats. He did just that, squeezing them down hard enough that the flow of milk that had already begun leaking stopped entirely; he figured he could just keep them like that, hold in the milk until it began to take its toll on Samantha’s body. Maybe, he thought, if he held them close for long enough, she would swell up and become even larger, until her tits could rival his cock for sheer scale and he could finally have something large enough to use his rod on. But that was just a pipe dream (or at least that’s what he told himself), so he re-focused towards what he could achieve: a good milking.
Seeing as Samantha had made it very clear that she was absurdly proud of her tits, and she was entirely shameless in how she used them to her advantage, Ike figured it was only fair he gave them the attention that she so craved. After all, wasn’t that what Sam wanted? To have a huge, hunky bun like himself treat those things like his personal stress toy? His primal lizard brain wasn’t really giving him much of a choice in the matter, only being able to see two milk-stuffed orbs that were his to do whatever he wanted to, so there wasn’t a lot of room for speculation there; before he even realized what he was doing, Ike’s arms began to move of their own accord, squishing and stretching his lover’s tits in a continuous rhythm, hoping to draw as much cream out of them as he could. If Samantha insisted on acting like a dairy cow, that’s exactly how he’d treat her; besides, it gave him plenty of leverage to shove his cock into her mouth, hopefully so the both of them could finish at the same time. Samantha, for her part, was slightly too busy getting plowed by someone she never thought would break that hard to do much thinking; with her goals achieved, all she had to do was lay back and let him take the spotlight for once.
Things were so simple, and yet they offered no end of pleasure for the both of them. Ike tugged on those giant nipples and bucked his hips forward, his tip plunging deep into Sam’s open maw and stretching out her throat, leaving her unable to breathe and forcing the bun to gulp down thick ropes of hot, sticky seed, a protein infusion of truly vast proportions. He would relax his grip and push those tits away, using the momentum to pull back from inside of his lover. This went on for… a while; both of them appeared to have significant stamina, enough that Ike eventually just gave up pretending he wanted anything else and extricated his shaft from within that warm, pre-sloaked cleavage.
Samantha got about half a second to wonder what was going on before she felt her partner’s rod again, this time unceremoniously shoved straight into her slit and very nearly splitting her in half from the sudden insertion. Both of them were lucky the HR bun was as well-lubricated as she was; her arousal had left her something beyond slick, enabling Ike to practically hilt himself inside of her, and consequently find out that those teats of her made for really great handles. What followed were countless minutes of frenzied fucking and mindless, animalistic thrusting, accompanied by ever-escalating grunts and groans from the both of them… though Ike especially. After so long without any kind of proper release, after so much teasing and exposure to the rabbit underneath him, to finally be allowed to cross the line and reach something resembling climax was… divine.
He barely even felt it when it came; when he came. One moment he was base-deep inside of Samantha, the next all of his muscles seemed to melt as a wave of energy coursed through the entirety of his body and straight through his nethers, resulting in an explosion of cum of such immense size that most of it inevitably ended up splattering all over his own groin, backblasting out of Sam’s body when it inevitably couldn’t take any more. Sam herself appeared to have been deliberately holding back her own orgasm as well, at least if the sudden burst of milk from both tits occurring simultaneously to his own release was any indication. Both of them were showered in their own juices, Ike even going so far as to open his mouth to let the proverbial rain in, before inevitably, all strength left him and he felt his body tumble forwards onto his newest lover.
Thankfully for the both of them, even after Sam’s little milkgasm those things retained enough mass and bounce to cushion his fall, allowing him to gently slide into the space between them while his arms lazily slid off onto the ground, right before he struggled to bring them over the curvature of his partner’s breasts and around her neck. The angle at which his cock was placed against the floor made it slightly uncomfortable, but at least he knew it’d be going down, back to what it used to be like; it gave him enough safety and security that he could snuggle up against the other bun without a single care in the world, revealing himself to be the far needier one in that duo.
Samantha was already expecting this, though it’d be disingenuous to claim she was anywhere closed to prepare for the absolute deluge that had stuffed her just moments before. Poor thing had to take five just to be able to breathe properly again, and even then it was still labored and raspy. Still, the sight of that hunk, lying on top of her looking more vulnerable than ever, gave her just the right amount of strength necessary to get a good headpatting going. A smooch on the forehead would do as well, just as he dozed off to sleep. When they woke up, the two would need to have a long discussion on what to do about that mess in her office.
But now?
Now they rested. | null | [] |
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*Fraternal Twins - Part 05*
Slater was awakened by the two boys climbing into bed with him. He opened his eyes looking at them.
"Mom and dad's door is locked. I don't think they want to be bothered and we're hungry," Troy said.
"Okay, okay," Slater said swinging his feet out of bed and sitting up.
The two boys watched him. Slater picked up his t-shirt and put it on. Turning to the two boys he smiled and pulled them to him, giving them a big hug. He loved them so much.
"Okay, out to the kitchen. I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be out in a second," Slater told them. "Just sit at the table," he said sternly.
The two boys hurried out of his bedroom as he crossed to the bathroom. Before he could close the door, Karen slipped in, kissing him roughly.
"I have to pee," he said.
"Me too, so hurry up," Karen replied.
Slater whipped out his cock and peed. He was so full her being there didn't bother him in the least. When he was done, she pulled her pants down and sat, releasing a torrent of pee into the bowl. Slater washed his hands, then left while his sister was still going. When he got to the kitchen all three little ones were sitting quietly at the table. He smiled at them.
"I'm proud of you three," he told them.
The three smiled back at him. He turned and pulled the cereals that they liked from the cabinet. All three smiled even bigger. Slater then took three bowls out of the dishwasher and placed them each with a spoon in front of a child. He poured the cereal into each bowl. He smiled at them as he turned to get the milk. Karen was standing there with it in her hand, smiling at him. He caressed her cheek and let her pour.
As Karen sat down with the three kids, Slater went to the hall and looked down at the master bedroom door. It was still closed. It wasn't like mom not to get up with the three kids when they came knocking on the bedroom door. Frowning he walked down the hall. At the door, he listened. He could hear his parents talking. Mom was crying, Dad was trying to comfort her. He nodded, turned and returned to the kitchen. He too was hungry.
Karen had a bowl in front of her, munching away at a mouthful of cereal. Slater saw a bowl in front of his chair. Smiling he picked up the cereal he liked, poured some in his bowl pouring milk in after. Grabbing a spoon out of the dishwasher, he sat and started eating. The three little ones finished. Slater got up, took then in the living room. Turned on the TV so they could watch cartoons.
"Now be quiet as you can. Mom and dad are trying to relax."
"I heard mom crying Slater," Emily said.
"I know. She lost a very close friend. She is very sad about that. She told me and Karen last night. So, if you could be very quiet and let her grieve, she will feel a lot better in a little while." Slater hated lying to them, but it was for their own good for now.
All three, eyes wide, nodded at their big brother. He smiled at them and nodded. They turned and watched TV quietly.
"You lie very well," Karen whispered as he sat back down.
"Was it really a lie?" He asked her.
She looked at him, her head tilted to the side thinking.
"I guess you weren't lying after all," she said leaning in kissing him on the cheek.
The two finished their cereal and cleaned up the table and rinsed the dishes, leaving them on the counter.
"Well, what do we do with the kids?" Karen asked.
"I guess we take care of them until mom and dad come out of the bedroom. I think they deserve a little alone time, don't you?"
"Of course. Emily, come with me," Karen called her roommate.
"Boys, come with me. We're going outside to play, get your swimsuits on, okay."
All three smiled and headed to their rooms to change. Slater went to the bathroom pulling the boy's suits and his off the towel rack. Karen was right behind him grabbing her bikini and Emily's suit.
The boys and Slater were waiting on the porch for Emily and Karen. When they came out, Karen helped Emily with putting on her lifejacket. The boys already had theirs on and were anxious to get out to the raft.
Taking a hold of the lifejackets the boys wore, Slater looked at them sternly.
"You try to go anyplace else other than the raft, I will personally pull you under until you have swallowed a gallon of water. You two got that?"
"Yes Slater," they both answered.
"Let's go," said Slater leading the boys into the lake.
Karen followed with Emily. With the two boys not trying to get away, it only took minutes until they were all on the raft. There was a lot of laughing and giggling. The boys wanted to jump off into the water without their lifejackets. Slater put the kibosh on that. And jumping in with them on was also dangerous for them. But Slater did lower them down into the water and let them float around near the raft. When they disappeared under the raft, Slater shook his head and started to jump up and down on the raft. The boys came out quickly and climbed up on the raft.
They rested awhile, laughing as they looked at their brother. Slater scowled them, then started laughing. They stayed out by the raft for two hours. Then they all heard a whistle from shore. It was their father standing on the porch waving them to come ashore. Slater once again warned the boys about taking off. They nodded and swam directly to shore. They were happy to see their father. They sat while he removed their lifejackets. Karen removed Emily's and let her go. The three went into the house after hugging and kissing their father.
"Is mom up?" Slater asks his dad.
"She is. I want to thank you two. Whatever you did, helped her with...she was a different person this morning. Thank you."
"You're welcome, dad," Slater said with a straight face taking his offered hand. They also hugged, like father and son.
As Slater turned to go in the house, Karen caught sight of his face. A tear was rolling down his cheek. Karen hugged her dad, turning from him and going in the house. Dad followed.
"Is it ready yet, Eileen?" Dad asked.
"Yes, it is dear," Mom replied as she set two plates down on the table.
Only then did she turn and hug her young children. They lined up to get their hugs and kisses. Then they were off to the living room to watch cartoons. Karen butted in front of Slater to hug her mom. She kissed mom's cheek then stepped away blocking Dad's view of his son and wife. Slater hugged his mom gently. He kissed her on the lips quickly.
"I love you so much," he whispered in her ear.
She shivered as he let her go. Smiling she turned and sat with her husband to have breakfast. Slater and Karen retired to the living room to keep the little ones under control.
* *
When mom and dad were done eating they joined the kids in the living room. Dad in his chair and mom on the couch between Slater and Karen. Karen wrapped her mom in her arms and just held her. Slater took Mom's hand in his. They watched as the three kids played quietly in front of the TV.
"What have you two done with my children?" Eileen asked Slater and Karen.
"Nothing. I did warn them that you weren't feeling good because you lost someone who was close to you. They didn't even question me about it," Slater replied
"Oh, my. They understood what lost means?"
"I don't know about that, but they understood you not feeling well and how mad I would be if they made too much noise this morning."
"Ah, you getting mad is what clinched it then," Mom said smiling at her son.
She tasseled his hair as he smiled at her. Dad was busy watching his children and smiling. Karen got up, went and sat on her dad's lap, putting her arms around his shoulders.
"I love you, dad," she whispered.
He grinned as he patted her knee. "I love you to Karen," he said.
Mom grinned. She leaned back against Slater. He put his arms around her and smiled as the kids laughed at whatever was on TV. Watching his father he saw him doze off, then wake. He smiled, look around to see if his wife saw him. She had but looked away in time so she wasn't looking at him when he woke. Karen just sat there quietly. Her eyes were full of tears, but none leaked down her cheeks.
Slater was almost on the verge of tears too. He could feel his mother's tears as they fell on his arm. He didn't say anything, but he knew. Then it was lunchtime for the kids.
"Time to feed the little ones. Karen and I will take care of it for you mom," he whispered in her ear. She nodded squeezing his thigh.
"Karen, time to feed them," Slater said. Karen nodded, kissed her dad's cheek and got up off him.
Her and Slater herded the kids into the kitchen. They made sandwiches for them. Peanut butter and jelly of course. The three of them clapped their hands at that. Slater and Karen also decided to have PB&J sandwiches. Slater poured everyone a glass of milk. Karen looked at him like he was nuts, but drank it anyway. When Slater looked into the living room, Dad was sitting with Mom on the couch. He was holding her tight, she was leaning into him. Slater could see her crying as Dad held her. He quickly looked back at the table.
Karen caught his eye. She nodded. She didn't have to turn to see them holding each other. Slater nodded back at her. Slater got up, went to the cabinets and started to take things out. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a bunch of water bottles. Then he went and got his and Karen's backpacks. Karen met him in the hall.
"What?" she asked.
"We are taking the little ones on a hike, to give mom and dad some time alone. Is that okay?"
"Sure. Just want to know what's going on," she responded taking her pack from him.
They packed the bags and took the children to their rooms to get changed. Once the boys were dressed for the hike, he knelt down beside them.
"I'm going to go change. You two wait here. If I come back and you are not here, you know what I'm going to do to you?"
"Yes, Slater," they both said, then sat on Troy's bed.
Slater went to change. When he returned, the two boys were right where he left them. Emily was sitting there too.
"You would never do what you told them, would you?" Emily asked.
Slater had to turn away from them all, he almost broke up laughing. He put a scowl on his face and looked at Emily. She gasped at his look.
"What do you think Emily?" Slater growled at her.
She didn't say a word. Slater went to her, wrapped her in his arms and hugged her. He hugged the boys just as hard.
"I'm so happy you have done what you were told so I don't have to do what I told them." Then Slater smiled at them all. "Come on, we'll wait on the porch for your big sister."
Slater led them through the living room, he stood in front of his parents so the kids couldn't see their mom crying. As they went through the door. Slater turned to his parents.
"Karen and I are going to take them on a hike around the lake, you should have a couple of hours to yourselves."
Eileen got up and hugged Slater and kisses him on the cheek. He smiled at her and his dad and hurried out the door. Karen came out a few seconds later. Slater got the kids lined up and put Karen in the rear to keep them in line. He started out slow. The little ones talked to each other and to Karen. Every once in awhile they would ask Slater a question about something they had seen along the path they followed. Slater always knew the answer.
When they were halfway around the lake and they were in front of the Johnson's place, the little ones started with wanting a boat ride. The Johnson's were sitting out on their porch as the kids walked by shouting about a boat ride. Mister Johnson started laughing got up and went in the house. Missus Johnson came down to the lake where the path was and said hello to everyone. She hugged Slater, then Karen and then each of the little ones. They all said hello politely and stood there looking up at her. She was talking with Karen and Slater.
"So how's your Mom and your Dad?" She asked.
"They're fine, we took the little ones on a hike to give them some time together," Slater said quickly.
"Good, good. I believe George is inside getting the keys to the boat for you. You kids have fun out on the water and be careful," Doris said to Slater.
Slater was about to tell her they didn't really want the boat when Karen gave him a poke in the ribs. He scowled at her, then suddenly smiled at her nodding. George came ambling
down from the house holding out the keys to Slater. Slater smiled at him.
"Thank you very much Mister Johnson," Slater said.
"George. How many times do I have to tell you that son?"
"Sorry...George," Slater said. George just smiled.
"You have fun. If you want you can keep it a couple of days, we won't be needing it until next weekend when the kids are coming down."
"Well, thank you very much, George," Karen said giving him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. George blushed. Doris giggled at her husband. The little ones were already running toward the boat tied up to the dock.
"Whoa," Slater yelled. "You guys slow down or else."
The three actually slowed down. Doris gasped, then started to laugh.
"I've never seen them listen like that. What is the or else Slater?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter. I would never hurt them, but they don't know that yet."
Both Doris and George laughed as Slater and Karen walked to the boat. The kids were standing on the dock waiting. When Slater nodded at them, they scrambled over the side of the boat and each of them sat in a seat. Slater and Karen stepped into the boat. Karen got the kids situated in their seats, scowling them to stay seated. Slater sat in the Captain's chair and started the engine. Then he ran up to the bow to cast off.
He was quickly in the Captain's chair and moving the boat away from the dock slowly. Once out far enough, he gave the engine a little more gas and headed across the lake to the family house. The three little ones started to laugh and shout for him to go faster. Slater just shook his head as he navigated over to the house. He slowed way down as he came close to shore. They didn't have a dock, so he had to gently ground the boat onto the shore. Karen was up front, now, with a rope so she could tie off the bow to the closest tree. Once she had done that, Slater shut off the engine.
He then took the little ones up front and gently lowered them to the ground. Karen grabbed them and shooed them up to the house. Mom and Dad came out onto the porch to catch the children in a hug. Slater walked up to the house.
"Hey dad, why don't we take the little ones for a ride around the lake for...oh for about an hour or so?" Slater asked his dad.
He was smiling at the excited children as they jumped up and down asking their dad to take them for a ride. Karen was looking at Slater, smiling at him. She winked. He smiled back at her. Dad went in the house, got everyone's lifejacket and off they went. As the sound of the engine slowly faded into the distance, Karen put her arm around her mother's waist.
Turning to look at her daughter, Karen pressed her lips to moms. Eileen didn't shy away. She kissed her daughter back but pulled away sooner than Karen wanted her to.
"Why don't we go inside?" Eileen said softly. Karen's eyes opened wide as she watched her mother step inside the house.
"Sure," Karen replied following her mother into the house.
As Karen's eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the house, her mother was waiting for her and wrapped her arms around her daughter.
"God I love you, baby," Eileen said softly, just hugging Karen tightly.
"I love you too, Mom," Karen replied gently kissing her mom's neck.
Eileen shivered at her daughter's kiss. Spinning out of Karen's arms, Eileen grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her down the hall to the master bedroom. Once there with the door closed and locked, Eileen, turned to her daughter.
"I understand that you want me, in a way that is completely wrong?"
Karen smiled at her mom. With a passionate gleam in her eyes, Karen walked slowly to where her mom stood.
"I want to make love to you. I want to feel, kiss, and lick your beautiful body. I want you to do the same to me. I want to slide my fingers into your pussy, over and over until you cum so hard you pass out from the pleasure. Then I want to eat your pussy until you cum down my throat. Is that what you mean by completely wrong?" Karen licked her lips.
"Yes that would qualify as completely wrong," Eileen whispered shivering.
They stood there looking at each other. Karen smiled. Eileen smiled.
"You do realize how wrong what you want to do to me and what you want me to do to you is?" Eileen asked.
Karen nodded. Eileen smiled once more.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Mom asked with her eyebrows raised.
Karen leans in, kissing her mother softly. Mom sighed as their lips touched. Karen's hands went to Mom's blouse and started to unbutton the soft cotton top. Mom, shivered as she reached for the hem of Karen's t-shirt. She pulled it up her daughter's torso to find the Karen was not wearing a bra. Mom sighed as her hands touch bare breasts. Karen shook as Mom's hands touched her skin.
Both women took a step back. Eileen's blouse was open. Karen's t-shirt was up above her tits. They looked at each other. Karen ripped her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Mom let her blouse slip off her shoulders, reached behind her and unclipped her bra letting it fall from her body.
"You are gorgeous Mom," Karen croaked.
"You are too, baby girl," Eileen told her daughter.
Karen pushed her jeans and panties down her legs quickly. Eileen unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Placing her thumbs in the waistband, Mom pushed her panties to the floor. Karen groaned as she looked at her mother's body.
"God now you're even prettier," Karen growled stepping in close.
"So are you, my dear," Eileen huffed raising her arms to wrap Karen in her embrace.
The two just hug there at the foot of the bed, staring into each other's eyes. Karen sighed at the feel of Eileen's tits pressing against hers. Eileen moaned when Karen pushed her vulva against hers. Eileen kissed her daughter. Karen pulled her lips from her Mom's. She pushed her Mom back onto the bed. Eileen crawled backward to the middle of the bed, watching her daughter follow her. Karen stopped looking down at Eileen's vulva.
"I need to taste you," Karen growled.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Eileen watched her daughter lower her lips to her labia. When they touched, it was like an electric shock shot through her body. Her head flew back and her legs shot out to her sides. Her hips bucked and she screamed. Karen held her lips to Eileen's nether lips until she had calmed down. When her mother looked back down at her, Karen slipped her tongue between Eileen's labia. Karen groaned at her taste. Sucking, gently, Karen pulled Mom's labia into her warm, wet mouth.
Eileen shivered and shook as her orgasms rolled like thunder across her body. Eileen closed her eyes and just lay back to enjoy what her daughter was doing to her. She couldn't believe she was letting Karen do what she was doing. She also couldn't believe she was enjoying it so much. She cried out when another orgasm rushed through her body. Reaching down she pulled Karen's face up and away from her crotch. Karen smiled up at her, crawling slowly up Eileen's body. Karen pushed her face against Eileen's breasts, sucking a nipple into her mouth. Eileen pushed her head back against the mattress, her eyes rolling up into her head.
Shaking with another orgasm, Karen's lips pressed against Eileen's. Eileen's arms shot up and around Karen, pulling her down on top of her. The two women kissed, hard, tongues battled back and forth between their mouths. Karen was moaning, Eileen was moaning. Eileen rolled so she was now on top of Karen. She pulled her lips from Karen's.
"I must taste you, dear," Eileen told her daughter.
Karen moaned as her mother pulled away from her body and moved slowly down. At Karen's breasts, Eileen sucked a nipple into her mouth. She sighed at its firmness. Karen groaned when her mother's teeth closed gently on her flesh. Then the teeth were gone and lips were kissing her navel. She groaned once again. The lips moved on. Small, light kisses down her lower abdomen to her vulva. Karen's toes curled when Mom's tongue brushed past her clit. She almost screamed when that tongue pressed between her labia into her vagina.
"Oh fuck," Karen growled looking down at her mother's head between her legs. "Oh fuck yeah!"
Eileen licked and sucked Karen's pussy. From her clit to her asshole. Karen was on the verge of hyperventilating when Eileen pulled her mouth from Karen's pussy looking up into her daughter's passion filled eyes. What she was doing was a new experience for her. Not only making love to her child but make love to another woman. Slowly, Eileen moved her pussy above Karen's mouth. Karen nodded at her mother, reached up and pulled Mom's pussy to her mouth. Eileen lowered her mouth to Karen's pussy.
Both women screamed into each other's pussies. For the next hour, they licked and sucked each other to multiple orgasms. When Eileen finally rolled off Karen they both were sucking air into their oxygen-starved lungs. Karen moved so she could look into her mother's eyes.
"God, you were so good. I have never cum so much or so hard," Karen said.
"Dear sweet Karen, neither have I," Eileen told her daughter. Eileen cocked her head, listening. "We must hurry child. I hear the boat coming back."
Rolling from the bed, they both gathered their clothes and hurried to get dressed. Both of them were laughing as they tried to sort out whose clothes were whose. When they walked out on the porch, each with a beer in hand, they were laughing as the boat landed and Slater jumped out to tie it to a tree. Then Dad was handing the little ones down to Slater.
The three came running up to the porch shouting and laughing and all trying to tell their mom about the exciting boat ride. Eileen and Karen smiled at them as they talked so fast as to be unintelligible. Then Dad was kissing his wife. Slater sat next to his sister raising his eyebrows at her. She just smiled at him, nodding. Slater looked at his mom. She was busy still listening to the little ones about the exciting boat ride they had.
Slater laughed. He watched as his father grimaced and went inside. He looked at mom, she had seen him too. Slater went in the house to see if he could help his dad.
"Dad is there anything I can do?" Slater asked.
"No, son, I just think I overdid it on the boat, is all."
"Dad, Mom told Karen and me," Slater said.
"I know. She told me. Thank you."
"For what?" Slater was now confused.
"For understanding and just being with her last night. She told me you held her until she fell asleep. Then you carried into the bedroom and put her to bed. She is very proud of you, as am I. You have grown into a very well mannered young man."
"Can I get you a pain..."
"No, I only take those after dinner. I can't stay awake when I use them. I want to spend as much time as I can with you and my others children during the day." He grimaced in pain again.
"Is the pain getting worse?" Slater asked.
"No. Maybe. I don't know."
"Other than the pain, who do you feel?"
"Not as good as yesterday but better than I will tomorrow."
"Oh." Slater was kneeling by his father, gently hugging him. His father hugged him back.
"Thank you, son," Dad said.
"You're welcome, Dad."
The little ones came in the door, screaming and laughing. Mom and Karen followed. Slater got up, smiling at the antics of the little ones. Dad sat there smiling at his littlest children. Slater smiled, then went to the kitchen with Karen and Mom. The rest of the day was spent riding herd on the little ones and playing with them. After dinner, dad took his pain pill and followed the little ones to bed. Mom went in with him until he fell asleep. Karen and Slater sat on the couch watching TV.
*To be continued...* | Fraternal Twins Pt. 05 | [
"incest",
"taboo"
] |
Pantone 101. Yellow, but on the delicate side. Not, "look at me" sunshine yellow. I selected and swapped the colours and leaned back in my chair to squint at the results. I propped my feet up on the side cabinet and reached for a sip of water. Not bad, not bad.
I heard the scuff-scuff-scuff of slippers on the carpet, and then across the lino of the kitchen. The fridge door opened. The fridge door closed.
I called out, "We're going to lunch with Harry. You'll spoil your appetite."
Scuff-scuff-scuff.
"I thought you were working." Val leaned against the corner of the wall and gave me an accusing glare. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her hands inside the sleeves of my burgundy hoodie. Since I had nearly 15 centimeters and a good 40 kilos over her, Val could nearly use the thing as a robe. The hem went halfway to her knees. Below the hem were the flannel blue and yellow ducky pyjamas she had brought. My suede and sheepskin slippers, with an extra sock wadded in the toe to keep them on, completed the illusion of a freezing ten-year old.
Assessing the clothes she had brought with her on this trip, you'd think my sister had been raised in Houston and only recently experienced Canada in winter, instead of the other way around.
"I am working. I'm employing my extraordinary artistic aesthetic just now." Val snorted and shuffled around to look, leaning on my shoulder. She yawned. Well, annual reports for insurance firms will do that to anyone. But, that's how graphic artists make their bread and butter.
She fluffed at her neck-length curly black hair, identical to my shorter cut curls. She scuffed off to one of the big "client chairs" I have in my workspace and huddled into it. Val looked out the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors at the sun twinkling off a hundred icicles.
"How can you not be cold? Can't we close the drapes?"
"We're not shutting out that wonderful sun for you, or any wimp like you."
"I'm gonna tell on you. Calling me names."
"Phone's over there. Tell mom I said 'hey'." "Creep." A long silence passed. I decided the font would not do at all. I sat forward and started scrolling through my list. Maybe something with an old-timey feel... "I finished the book you suggested. I liked it a lot."
I brought myself away from the world of fonts and annual reports.
"Good. I knew you would."
"Now I'm bored."
"Get another book from my library."
"I let a good book digest before I start a new one." "Watch a video."
"Nah."
I clucked my tongue against my teeth. I spun around on my drafting chair to cock my head at her.
"Val. I am tickled to death you came up here to visit Harry and me. I'm glad you thought of the idea when your hubby had to go on a business expedition for a month. I am actually not embarrassed to say that I love my little sister. But, I was under the impression you were 28, not 8."
Val sighed and climbed out the chair. She scuffed over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You're right. I'm sorry." Her smile crinkled her big hazel eyes.
I shrugged apologetically. "It's just that, if I can finish a first draft of this thing before lunch, I'll be free to play from lunch until the client gets back to me. Which I'm pretty sure won't be until after the weekend."
She nodded and took two shuffles back to my den room. She turned back. "Didn't I see an exercise room in the 10 cent tour you gave me?"
"Yup."
She gave a sharper nod. "That's what I'll do. I'm getting all lazy and flabby." She flicked off the oversize slippers and skipped down the hallway. I laughed to myself. Lazy, maybe, but nobody would ever call my perky, svelte, biggest-claim-to-an-athleteur- family-has, sister "flabby".
Val came bouncing out ten minutes later. She had on one of my white t-shirts. Cheap quality mementos from charity events and such, which I keep for exercising. Like the hoodie, it went down further than some dresses she's worn. Bright pink legs made for a startling contrast. She had on her own sneakers and carried a towel.
"Nice legs. Did you mug a flamingo?" Which was required brotherly banter. Val had magnificent legs.
"These are the leotards I brought for long underwear. With your stupid circus tent shirts, I think I can pass in public."
"Hey, that's a shirt from a previous life."
"I know." She gave me a hug. "Well done you."
She jangled the spare keys I had given her. "These will get me in?"
I nodded. "Have fun. Remember, Harry is shooting for noon-ish."
"Plenty of time. Finish your work." And she was gone.
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I gave the email a last proofread, made sure it had all the attachments, and hit "Send". I leaned back with a contented sigh, hands behind my head, watching the file transfer bar launch my work away into the tubes. Done and done, I stood and stretched until I cracked. I gave a sniff. Maybe a shower and then be ready in good time...I paused. I checked the time on my computer. Where the heck did Val get to? She's the McAllister jock, but jeez. She'll be a stunned wreck for the rest of the day if she's been working out this long.
I clicked my teeth and frowned in thought. Nothing bad could have happen. She didn't even leave the building, and the tenants of the Avalon Apartment building were the...
Holy jumpin' jezuz on a pogo stick.
A goodly number of the tenants of the Avalon ranked as the horniest, most sex-crazed people in the city. If not the country. Possibly the entire world. I had the happy, well-exercised cock to prove it. I thought of the wonderful, wonderful moments I had had in this building, breaking free of my legacy as the "shy McAllister boy". Val never had such a label come near her. My baby sister could be down in that exercise room right now making ecstatic noises only dogs can hear.
This gave me a hot twitch in my crotch that raised an eyebrow. Just how open-minded had I become? How much farther was I prepared to open it? Very interesting.
A more mundane possibility of her lying helpless with a pulled hamstring or something crossed my mind. I had to find out. Collecting my keys, I left and hustled down the three flights of stairs. Nobody on the ground floor. I sidled up to the dark blue door that led to the laundry and then to the gym and pressed my ear to it. Not a peep. No chugging washing machine, no whimpers for help, no orgasmic yodels.
I slipped my key in the lock with the utmost care and ever so slowly turned the knob. I pushed the thick door open and poked my head in. An empty and silent laundry room with the door to the exercise room wide open. I tiptoed on sock feet through the lingering aroma of fabric softener and eased to the wall alongside the door. I could see the wall-spanning mirror, and thus, the entire exercise gym.
Val stood in a half-crouch that people seem to adopt when they're being sneaky. She stood with ear pressed to the door that led to the sauna, shower and washroom. The sweat blotches on the shirt and the damp ringlets of hair plastered to her forehead showed she had had her workout. Now she had a new activity. One hand held the hem of the shirt bunched in a fist and the heel of her other hand pressed and massaged her pussy.
That hot twitch sparked through me again. I enjoyed the scene for a moment, but then confused guilt sent me sliding back across the laundry room. I opened and closed the door naturally and whistled a tune between my teeth as I stepped to the exercise room.
The warning had been enough for Val to move her hands, but she didn't bother moving from her position by the door. She motioned me forward, while putting her finger over her lips in a shush. I came against the door and hunkered over. Being a thin thing designed only for a token of privacy for those taking a shower, the sounds came through the plastic without much effort.
Two, no, definitely three voices partook of some gold medal sexual hijinks. Moans, groans and growled profanity mingled with percussive slapping. I couldn't identify any of them. Bad luck that Val was here. I only knew a few of the swingers in Avalon so far and would have liked to have somehow met these folks.
Val's eyes gleamed at me as she smiled in guilty shock. Who was the greater rascal? The people fucking in a quasi-public space or the person eavesdropping on such a scandalous act but enjoying it immensely? Val's listened intently, her face flushed and not only from exercise.
A choked series of profanities and soft screams told us the show had finished. Val closed her eyes and licked her lips. She fluffed out the neckline of the shirt to get some cooling air. For myself, the situation and room sent me down a scalding hot memory lane. I reached out for Val's hand and led her tiptoe away. She didn't resist.
Once in the stairwell, Val burst out with in excited laughter "That was the most gawdamn thing I've ever experienced! WHEW! I can't get my head around it. People having sex right there in the gym!" She babbled in this hyper excited all the way up the stairs and back into my apartment. She collapsed into a chair and then sprang right back up again, pacing. I parked myself in my swivel studio chair, smiling as I watched her.
"I can't believe such stuff really happens. People screwing where they could get caught by anyone pedaling the stationary bike. Just having a sex! And I counted three voices, for sure! Maybe four! It was a gawdamn orgy! A real orgy in a real public place! Holy crap on a cracker!"
"You don't seem too cold now."
Val barked another little laugh. "I don't know what I feel, but I'm not cold, that's for sure."
"What do you..."
"I feel shocked. I feel disgusted. I feel hornier than hell. I don't know whether I should report this to the police or the building manager or just hope I can listen again before I leave." Val ricocheted around my studio. The damp t-shirt clung to her small, perky breasts. I've never seen this cheap souvenir shirt on a woman not wearing a bra. The thin material had gone translucent and I had a private wet t-shirt contest. Val did not seem to be aware of the show. I squirmed and adjusted my legs.
"What should we do? Call your landlords?" Val stopped, hands on hips, eyes blazing at me, face red and gleaming with perspiration.
"No, I don't think that'll do much good." The building managers were the Poirers, my mentors in smut. They likely as not organized the sex romp.
"Why?" Val demanded.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Live and let live, says I."
She looked me up and down, eyes narrowing, crossing her arms under her boobs. This pulled the material tight across some really excited nipples. "You don't seem too upset by this."
If I stood up straight, you really may change your opinion. But that seems rude in front of my sister. Out loud, I said in a amazingly smooth voice, "Um...huh? Upset?"
Val's suspicious look didn't fade as she bent over to unlace her sneakers. The baggy shirt pulled away from her damp skin and the view I got down the gaping neckline widened my eyes. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and places where, in all decency, it shouldn't go. Now I really would have to wait before standing up.
"Oh!" Val bounced (!) up again and pointed a finger at me, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You've caught the show before! You've exercised down there and heard those sex maniacs before!"
"Ah, yes. That's it. You've sussed it out. Guilty as charged. Well done."
Pleased with herself, she did a little skip-jig. Her little boobies with the nipples of wonder skip-jigged along with her. "Not only have you listened to them, you've probably beat off to them. My brother's a perv! But, I guess I sort of am now, too."
She came up closer to me, in a confidential manner. She bit on her thumbnail, face impish. "Just between us pervs, how often have they done it? How many times have you played Peeping Tom?" She screwed up her face. "No, not peeping...what's the listening version? 'Eavesdropping Earl'? Listening to them fucking was so hot, I'm surprised there isn't a term for it."
I've never been my sister's confidante. This sexual babble coming out her gave me more unseemly hot surges. I wish she'd go change her clothes. I wish she'd bend over again. I felt a bit dizzy.
Val raised an eyebrow and looked me over. She smiled and gave me a sly look from the corner of her eye. "I may be jumping to conclusions. I only went as far as "Eavesdropping Emily" today. I'm thinking my brother might just have gotten his Peeping Tom Badge, too."
"What? No, um. No. That's, er...ridiculous."
"Omigawd! You did! You slipped in and copped an eyeful. I don't know whether to be shocked or jealous. Val shook her head and grinned ear to ear. "Right now, jealous. Definitely jealous. I'd insist on the sweaty details, ALL the sweaty, sexy, smutty details but I couldn't put my shy, modest brother through that. What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just embarrassment leaking through."
She winked at me. "Yeah, yeah. Happy peeping memories, I bet." Val turned and strode off. "I"m going to grab a hot shower and also...cool off. No peeking!"
Laughing at her own wit, I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start.
I fell forward, head on crossed arms. Could I have a boner this hard without going to hell? Can a guy get locked up for jerking off to his sister's sex talk? I sat back up and ran my hands over my face. Well, hell or jail, I spit in your eye. I needed to pop a cork.
I cocked an ear as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. The shower blasted. My mental big screen filled with nude images of Val soapy and wet and gleaming naked and madly masturbating under the water...I gave my head a shake. My cock throbbed in the air. It wanted me to stay on that channel, but too bad.
I started to beat my baloney in a hard pumping fist and closed my eyes. I tried to bring up sexy images to pretend my sister had nothing to do with my jerking off. Well, most of the urges lay deeper with the memories of the amazing time I had had in that sauna. Where I caught Linda doing just what Val had done. She had been spying on Leslie Ann, Kyle and myself. I had caught her and the two of us had got very...stop it! My imagination had slipped Val in place of Linda with the skill of a magician.
I opened my eyes. Still keeping an idle pump going, I clicked desperately on my mouse. A variety of porn images flashed across the computer screen. Not personal enough. I needed something more real to exorcise Val. I scrolled madly to bring up the folder with my collection of Marita. Even if she didn't seek, and actually avoided, the fame of a supermodel, Marita's swimsuit and lingerie photoshoots still circulated. Marita's golden body in various designer scraps of colourful cloth went by on slideshow. I still feel like a lying fraud when I bring up memories of having crazy monkey sex with a woman like that. That flawless gold caramel skin. That... KERUMP!
The noise fractured my erotic daze. The shower still thundered wetly. Damn. She's slipped in the shower! I bounced up and nearly tripped as my pants dropped to my ankles. Kicking them off in desperation, I scrambled to the bathroom door and flung it open. Steam swept over and around me. I could see Val hunched over on the bottom of the tub through the frosted glass. I slid back the door, ready to turn and phone 911...
Kneeling face down in the tub, the water splashing off her curving back, my sister contorted her right arm behind her to pump my shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt. Her left arm bent out of sight under her belly. The jiggling action could only mean a frantic clit flicking.
Val shrieked, flailing and slipping in the bottom of the tub. "Hey! Get out!"
I felt a heady mix of embarrassment and anger. I couldn't help sliding the door with a slam and stomping out of the bathroom. "Dammit!"
My attempt to block Val with Marita blew away in the wind. Sleek, gleaming jiggling flesh of my sister...I shuddered. I struggled to catch my breath and level out. "Zach?" Val's voice came softly concerned. I took another breath and turned. Damp and dripping a bit, my sister came into my studio wrapped in a towel. Since I have only utilitarian "man towels" and not the bed sheet sized towels women prefer, the green terry cloth protected her modesty by scant millimeters. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and waved my hands in groping frustration. "I'm just wound up about looking like a dope. That's twice in less than an hour I've thought you were might be injured, went charging in like a galloping knight and twice I've found you eyebrow deep in sexy thoughts." Val blushed, pushing an errant wet curl back behind her ear. "I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my balance standing while, well, while I was...and went down on my knees. I didn't expect it to be so loud."
I shrugged and smiled crookedly. "I'm sorry."
"That certainly doesn't make you a 'dope'. That makes you my sweetheart of a protective big brother." "Okay. Thanks."
"And Zach? One other question?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you naked from the waist down and waving a very hard erection at me?"
"Shit!" I brought my hands down to try and cover myself. I looked madly for where I had kicked my pants and started towards them. Val giggled madly.
"Oh, I think it's a bit late for that sort of modesty." She reached out a hand to my shoulder to stop me, still dimpling a smile.
"Easy for you to say." I picked up my pants, but only held them in front of me.
"Can I guess you were taking care of business the same as I was?" Val nibbled her lower lip.
"Well, yeah. Kind of obvious." Why didn't I put on my pants? C'mon. Politeness alone dictates...I told politeness to piss off.
"Did you...finish?" She looked down in the direction of my crotch and back up again. I don't know how many men in the world Val had targeted with that mischievous, big-eyed gaze. I had certainly never been on the receiving end. It hit like a grenade made out of sex.
"Uh, no. Did you?"
"I dropped the shampoo bottle."
Val's breathing had grown more rapid. Her lips compressed. "Want to help each other?"
"What? Oh, Val, I don't know if that's a good - I mean, that's a..."
"Let me finish. When Kelvin goes on these work junkets, we keep in touch. Video chat on the computer when we can, just phones otherwise. When we chat, we 'help' each other over being horny. We..."
"...take care of business..."
She gave me a smack on the arm. "Masturbate. It's great when we have video to watch each other. That's what I'm suggesting. Watching and talking. No touching. We'll just be in the same room, is all."
If she wasn't going to mention the speed bump of being brother and sister, she wouldn't hear it from me. My internal revolutions per minute had reached critical. I dropped my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. "Let's do it!"
Val's eyes widened. She looked me up and down and her tongue licked her lips. Her big hazel eyes twinkled and she tossed the towel aside.
Her breasts sat high and perky on her chest, lovely little handfuls that complemented her slim physique perfectly. I suspected she only bothered with a bra to contain those amazing thumb thick nipples popping out of the wide areola. Her pubic area shone clean and bald.
"Well? A gentleman might offer a comment!" Val's voice quavered behind the joking tone.
I turned in profile. I gave my hips a little bump that set my straining, impatient cock bobbing. "I like to introduce you to Mr. Happy-to-See-You. It's mostly your doings this morning that have brought him here today." "What do you mean, my doing?"
"The sex maniacs in the sauna may have turned on the stove, but your nonstop discussion of it got my water boiling." Val stared hungrily at my meat. She made a little mew sound in her throat.
"Hey. My eyes are up here, lady."
She snorted and smiled up at me. "You really have a right to be proud at your physical improvement this year, Zach. It's been even longer than that since I've seen you in a swim suit, so the change is dramatic. You're a hunk."
"You're a poster child for sex."
"My boobs aren't too small?"
"No! Especially with dangerous nipples like those." I took a half-step forward and then caught myself. "We better get this circle jerk going or the no touching policy will be kicked out the window."
Val only nodded energetically. The strain in her voice came through clearly. "I'm beginning to wonder why that policy was ever suggested."
Across my studio, the door to my apartment made a soft click. Our heads snapped around. The knob turned. A voice called out. "Zach! It's me, Harry."
Privacy and modesty lay so close and yet a very long sprint away. Too far. The doorknob was turning. Val dove behind the only thing big enough to hide her nude body. Me.
Harry stepped in, turning to close the door behind him. "Yo, Zach? I still have your keys from when I helped move. I just decided to use 'em. I hope...SHIT!" Zach got over his shock at my nude body. He snorted a laugh and shook his head. "Damn, bro! Not again!" He stopped and craned his neck to see who might be hiding behind me. He looked straight at me with hopeful eyes. His hands went halfway up to taking off his parka and outerwear and stopped, waiting.
"I don't suppose there's room for your kid brother? It was so great last time." His plaintive voice sounded like a kid asking for a piece of birthday cake. "Oh, with your permission, ma'am."
I guess legends of telepathic bonds between siblings always center around twins. My idjit brother sure didn't get my mental commands to SHUT UP. I closed my eyes and waited for the thunder.
"What do you mean 'again'? 'Last time'?" Val stepped around me, a storm of curiousity and outrage.
Now I know what "losing your shit" really means. Harry's eyes bugged, his mouth gaped and he made idiotic choking sounds. He pointed. He took a step. Instead of balancing himself, his toe caught on one of my boots and he fell flat to the floor.
Protective instincts overrode Val's outrage as she skipped across to Harry's side. She rolled him on to his back.
"You're naked." The awe in Harry's voice made us both bust out laughing.
"Yes, WE are." Val took hold of one of Harry's hands with both of hers and helped haul him to his feet. Harry is smaller and leaner than me, but still bigger than Val. Her slender naked form beside Harry in his bulky winter gear looked a chihuahua trying to help a moose.
Harry waved a hand dismissively in my general direction, never taking his lustful gaze off Val. "Big deal. I've seen Zach naked."
Val's curiousity and whirled back up to speed. "Yeah, so I hear. What sort of shenanigans are you two getting up to?"
"A gentleman never blabs."
"Ha!" Val started towards me, the chihuahua now stalking a bear. Her eyes shone. "How does that apply to you?"
I backed warily away. Old reflexes died hard. Fear of parental reprisals for being too rough with my little sister had gave Val the upper hand in many childhood wrestling matches.
"If I wasn't a gentleman, I'd pick you up and stuff you into a cookie jar, peewee."
"You and who else, you big..." She came at me. I gave her enough of a bounce and push to send her sprawling into one of the big chairs. I didn't linger in triumph. I turned and scooted down the hallway to my bedroom. The grin on my face went to my ears.
"Don't stand there like a dummy, Harry. Help me!"
Val tackled me so we fell across my wonderful king-sized bed. Our nude bodies thrashed together, skin slipping across skin. She had the advantage of the moment, sitting astride my back. I could feel her hot and wet pussy spreading across my ass. Her nasty little fingers began to dig into my sides. Shrieking from the tickling, I bucked. She held on, her gymnast thighs clamping tight. "Talk! What sex games have you done?"
"None of your business!" I gasped and rolled, tipping her off. I whirled to face her as she came again. I caught her by the wrists and pushed back until her arms pressed into the navy blue sheets. Val writhed under me, tits thrashing. My club of a hardn swept back and forth across her stomach, even prodding close to her vaginal lips. Her legs spread and wrapped around me.
Val went still, her breath heaving and her eyes gleaming wickedly up into mine.
"You give? Stop being a nosey brat?"
She gave a little buck and grind at that accusation. Our groins throbbed in hard contact. My cock pressed into her lower belly to help keep her still. And not to knee me in the nuts.
"You're a big galoot. Bullies like you always get their comeuppance." She smiled like a hungry fox.
I chortled. "I don't see how..."
Arms swept in and around my chest. Wiry hair pressed into my back and against my bum as Harry hoisted me up and off. I struggled to escape. Just like the good old days of childhood. The two young snots against me. Except, of course, for the nudity. I could feel Harry's half-hard penis lodging into the crack of my buttocks. I had worked out diligently with gym equipment to improve myself, but Harry did manual, physical labour as a contractor every day. I strained to bust his grip. No obvious result. This might be troublesome.
Val lay in spread-eagled glory for a moment, then bounced around upright. She walked on her knees to within a cent of me, hot, sweaty skin radiating heat to each other. Her eyes never left mine as she traced her fingernails up my belly. I shivered as the tickle reflex spasmed. My cock jumped and poked her in the navel. Val ignored that contact.
"Gonna talk, Mr. Big Galoot Tough Guy?" Val purred up at me. Harry chuckled into my left ear.
"Nope."
Still locking eyes with me, Val brought up her right index finger and sucked it into her mouth. Her lips puckered around it as she stroked the finger in and out. She brought it out with a faint 'pop', then pressed it into my left nipple. She slid the wet finger tip around and around in tight circles. My tickle reflex and my sexual response had a quick meeting over who had jurisdiction on this. They decided on a 50-50 split. I made a goofy gurk noise, spasmed and thrust my hips. My erection prodded hard into Val's tummy. She didn't back away. She slid closer yet, pushing my hardn up to be wedged lightly between us. She bent her neck and used her tongue on my right nipple.
Tickle reflex bowed out and left the situation to sex. I rattled a groan deep my throat. Harry's breathing had become a bit deep and fast in my ear. His cock now sawed stiff and hard under my crotch. His pubic hair against my butt, the length of his shaft sliding along my 'taint' and the head bumping into my ball sac. Harry was on record as greatly enjoying the watching. Maybe he liked some bisexual stuff as well.
Val looked up at me again, mouth open, lips full and breathing hoarse. Her hooded eyes narrowed at me. "Gonna talk?". Her voice husky.
I swallowed and smiled. "A gentleman never blabs." Harry had sense to realize the rassling was done and let me loose. I pushed forward, once again forcing my sister back on to the big bed. "He just passes on what he's learned."
I ran my palms wide down her sweat-slicked torso, flexing my fingers slightly, kneading and pressing her flesh from shoulders to waist to hips back along the outer thighs to the knees. I brought them back up the front of her legs, gripping the big muscle in the front, sliding so my thumbs came just so close and no closer to her pussy, side by side up her heaving stomach to cup those perky breasts. I stopped and massaged them, feeling the fat, puffed out nipples being forced up into my palms by a moaning, panting sister. I kept flexing my fingers in tighter and tighter until I rolled and pinched those nipples. "OH FUCK!" Val shouted, her eyes wide and her breath erratic.
I swept my hands down and around, never breaking contact, to pick her up in a big brotherly bear hug. I lifted her up and latched a lashing mouth and tongue on those irresistible boobs, sucking the nipples in long and hard. Val clutched my head, kissing my forehead and shuddering with desire.
I moved my right arm down to below her tight ass to better support her. I hoisted her up, turned and went down backwards from the knees so I stretched flat out, my red-faced sister sitting on my stomach. I gripped her around the waist and urged her backwards with a suggestive lift. Val didn't need explanation. She rose, fumbled beneath her with one hand to find my quivering rock of a cock. Gripping it, she fine tuned her positioning. She let the tip of my plum head press and play with her wet folds.
Val came aware enough to grin and widen her eyes. She gave a helpless shrug. "Here we go, big brother."
She plunged down, engulfing me in one mad stroke. Her bald vulva snug against my pubic bone. Val snapped her head back and and quaked along her entire body. She braced her hands on my shoulders and vibrated.
"Oh, fuck. You're so much thicker than Kelvin. It feels so fucking good. So fucking good."
I only nodded in gurgling agreement. Her inner muscles had as much power as her toned legs and body. She had more than a wonderfully tight pussy, she gripped and contracted around my cock with liquid heat. Her legs of legend and song began to flex and lift. She brought herself up so just the head lay captured by her. Compared to my willowy, slender sister, my cock looked like it would split her in two.
And Val began to fuck me. I'm surprised the sheer taboo sexual energy didn't throw off lightning sparks around the room.
A deep-chested moan reminded me our brother was in the room. I had forgotten Harry. He knelt on his feet beside us on the bed, his lanky muscled body arced like a bow as he beat his meat and watched us with wide eyes. He didn't have any hint of "waiting his turn" or "biding his time." My brother really did have a major voyeur thing happening. His fist went in exact synch to Val's bouncing up and down on my cock. He licked his lips.
Harry's moan reminded Val of his existence as well. She extended her tongue from a wide mouth in lewd invitation. I had a better idea. I reached out and cupped my right hand around the back of Val's neck to pull her face towards me. She mistakenly thought I wanted to kiss. She didn't see me reach out with my left to beat Harry's hand off his cock and take a fresh grip with my own hand. The red hot rod pulsed in my sliding palm. I tugged insistently.
Harry hesitated, then scooched forward eagerly on his knees until his thighs bracketed my head and his testicles rested over my left eye and cheek. His cock now rested between Val's and my mouth.
Val kept fucking me, now in a glorious sliding, full body back and forth rather than an incredible cowgirl up and down. Harry's hips flexed and fucked in the dual bombardment of lashing tongues and lips. Val and I licked the pumping shaft and plump head, plunged our tongues under the foreskin and nibbled straining flesh. A sloppy, dripping, noisy mess of a blowjob.
Harry's nuts kept dragging across my eye, so I kept them both closed, letting my other senses carry the load. The taste and smell of Harry's freshly showered cock. The smell of Val's tangy flowing juices. The clashing harmony of grunts and whimpers and sharp gasps. The soft creaking of the solid bed. The sensuous feel of Val's hot smooth skin under my roving hands. Oh, good gawd, the building overload of an eager, blazing orgasm. Harry went first. He got off a "Here I...GAWDAMN SHIT!" His blast fired off somewhere to my right. The backstroke sent the second, lesser blast so it flopped across the right side of my face and started to dribble in my ear. Any further shots of creamy cum disappeared into Val's mouth as she desperately glommed onto her brother's cock and sucked.
When Harry fell back, stunned, Val sat back up. She braced herself on my chest and began to drive her cunt up and down my shaft like a woman gone insane. My hands flailed a moment for somewhere to be and then settled on her hips, adding my arm strength to her down stroke, driving her even harder on to my cock.
"CUM IN ME BROTHER! CUMMING!! FUCK FUCK!" She landed hard and had a bone-breaking seizure of an orgasm. Her words became a wail and her eyes bugged out and stared at nothing. Her nails dug into my chest with sweet agony.
The sight of my sister triggered a volcano deep into her molten cunt. I bucked my hips up but held her hips tight against me with my hands. I made a long grinding growl like I had been stabbed. Val collapsed on me. All my muscles went limp and I released her hips. She rose and fell with the force of my trying to bring in air. She nestled her cheek against me and her wheezing breath blew across my sweaty chest. Harry lumbered around and lay alongside in a group recovery hug, an arm thrown high over Val and one around my head. His body pressed stickily into both us. I raised a quivering arm to pat and grip his thigh.
Eventually, temperatures cooled, breathing stabilized and our brains came to see if all the dagblasted shouting had finished.
My cock went to soft sleepy time, slipping out of Val's cunt in a steady dribble of fluids. Good thing I had bought three separate sets of sheets for this king-size monster. Darn shrewd, if I do say so myself.
Val shifted her arms, remaining in her prone position atop me. She supported her chin with both her hands, her elbows near my trapezius muscles. She smiled sleepily at Harry, and then down at me, her face a smiling portrait of satisfaction.
"So, you give up? Are you going to spill your secrets, or do we have to keep giving you the third degree?"
Harry barked a short laugh. I put on a very thoughtful expression as I wiped the sticky trail of my brother's cum off the side of my face with two fingers.
I sneered defiance. "A gentleman never blabs." | 3 The Power of Avalon | [
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"erotic coupling",
"bisexual"
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It was the evening of the dinner party, and Karen was doing her customary freakut with these types of events. It was her behavior when stressed, consisting of her moods bouncing between a short-tempered, nervous anxiety to one of giddy playfulness. Fortunately, the caterers arrived, which gave her something to do other than worry about the upcoming frivolities. My only worry was that she was already hitting the sauce pretty hard, and was well into her second glass of wine. Anymore, and I was going to rethink administering the elixir to her, or even call the whole thing off.
"How many does that make?" I asked, tapping her glass as a mild rebuke.
"Just my second," she said apologetically, and then added with minor irritation, "Don't bug me about it, I'm nervous...Okay!"
"All the same, slow down. You get anymore tipsy and even Jackie will start sounding coherent next to you...Okay!"
It wasn't long thereafter before the guests started to arrive. Mark Cope was the first. He was a bit surprised at being invited, particularly because his divorce from his ex-wife, Linda, wasn't very amicable and that she was still good friends with Karen. Karen assured him that he was still counted as friend, and that it wasn't fair he should be ostracized from our group, even though Linda hated his guts.
Mark and I were always cordial with each other, but never what one would call friends. He was slightly shorter than me, muscular, with dirty blonde hair that always seemed to need barbering. He was prone to wearing golf shirts, always combined with v-neck sweaters and khakis, and had a typical ex-jock persona, who was now selling cars since hanging up his cleats. Cope wasn't classically handsome, and it was obvious that any boyish good looks were not aging well. However, he had a roguish quality, particularly when he smiled, which he did freely and often. It was probably what Karen found most attractive about him, besides the rumors of his equipment, and as I studied him closer, I had to admit that he reminded me of a more or less harmless, lighter variety of Roger Kendall. That was probably another reason why Mark was on Karen's mind of late, and gave me a little insight into her thinking and emotions that I hadn't known before.
The Averys arrived next. They were about ten to fifteen years my senior. Both were tall and lean in build, and to use an old, yet apt cliché, they appeared to make a handsome couple. I say appeared, because as I would find out, their outward conformity in looks didn't match their internal animosity toward each other.
By most anyone's account, Jack was a brutally handsome man, and his good looks were matched only by his reputation with the ladies. His dalliances with female clients and the office secretarial pool were legendary in the company. Yet, unlike others so inclined, his peccadilloes never seemed to interfere with his business sense and rarely became a negative concern in his running a smooth operation. That is except one time, when it was rumored Denise walked in on him at the office after hours. It happened long before I became a project manager, and since that time I never heard of another incident with him at the office—although some the male business clientele still spoke of him with hushed reverence.
Standing in our foyer, Jack Avery was impeccably dressed as usual, wearing a well-tailored, dark suit that contrasted well with his whitened, full head of hair. I thought he wore too much gold, however. Many gold rings, a gold watch, and as I would find out, a heavy gold chain. All of which, when coupled with a deep tan he always possessed, made him appear as a lothario rather than a top-drawer executive. His one, overriding character was a loud and boisterous laugh, which could be heard and easily distinguished above even the noisiest settings. Some at the company remarked that if ever you were separated from the group at a crowded convention, just wait a few moments and you'll hear Jack's characteristic chortle. It worked better than a foghorn in a heavy mist.
In all of this, Denise was his exact opposite. Whereas Jack looked and acted vibrate and young for his age, the few times I'd seen Denise, she seemed to be carrying a heavy burden about her. Evidence of which was mostly expressed as the small, telltale lines that radiated out the corners of her eyes and mouth, and care lines that wrinkled her forehead. That's not to say she was dour in spirit or prone to melancholy. Quite the contrary, she was always quick to smile and had a bright, infectious laugh.
To sum up her personality in line: she had a regal beauty, but a peasant's love for life and people. What I found most enduring about her was that every time she smiled, two, deep creases formed, one on either cheek. These were not care lines, but natural creases that she probably had since birth, and when she smiled, it was as if they formed parentheses that accentuated her lovely mouth. Coupled with her narrowing eyes when she laughed, these features gave her face an impish quality that I found alluring. It was difficult for me not to become sexually excited whenever she smiled. However, I could tell she was self-conscious of her deep creases, for every time she caught herself in too gay a mood, she would quickly move a hand up to cover her mouth. All of that aside, even with her regal beauty and impish, infectious smile, I always got the impression she was some walking 'Portrait of Dorian Gray,' where each of Jack's infidelities was expressed as a new wrinkle or care line on her lovely face.
Karen got the two a drink and took them for a quick tour of the house.
Fashionably late as usual, Jackie was the last to arrive, and beautiful as ever. She was wearing a long black skirt that extended almost to the floor, complimented with a white, sleeveless blouse that did little to hide her ample cleavage. With her, she had brought one of the two women that I briefly met at her office.
"William, you remember Cecilia, don't you?" Jackie said as she kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Hello, Mister Henry," Cecilia said nervously as she extended a hand.
"Of course I do, welcome," I said taking her hand in both of mine, "And please call me Will."
I didn't recognize her at first, and then realized that she had changed her hair since I saw her last. At the DMV, she sported a short afro, but now her hair was long and straight. She was also stunning in a long, pale yellow, sleeveless dress, the color contrasting wonderfully with her deep ebony skin. Her most striking feature, however, were her light brown eyes, which sometimes radiated a deep amber color and other times a pale gold depending on how the light reflected off them.
I was about to offer them a drink and find Karen, when Karen came up beside me. I thought she was going to have an apoplexy, "Jackie, the party was for six! Can't you count?"
Seeing the look on Karen's face, Cecilia took a quick step behind Jackie, saying in almost a whisper, "Jackie, I don't think this was such a good idea."
I started to laugh, "Nonsense, you're here and that's all that matters. We're both very happy to have you, and we have plenty of food and drink...Right dear?" Karen grumbled an acknowledgement before I continued, "And this lovely person is my wife, Karen, and although you wouldn't guess, she is really quite sweet and accommodating...Right dear?"
Karen softened when she realized her anger at Jackie was inadvertently making Cecilia uncomfortable, "Of course, please forgive me. I get nervous sometimes planning these parties." Then turning to me, she said while giving me an exasperated eye, "The more the merrier it would seem." Well, she hadn't softened too much.
Seeing that I should separate Karen from Jackie before blows were landed, I said, "Karen, why don't you take Cecilia and get her a glass of wine. Then she can help you set another place at the table."
When Karen and Cecilia left us for the kitchen, I looked at Jackie with my own exasperated expression.
Jackie started to defend herself with typical Jackie-babble, "I didn't think you'd mind. I know you put a limit on the number of guys, but I didn't think that included the ladies," she paused to give me an exaggerate wink. "Anyway, when I told those two nymphs at work I was coming here tonight, both of them were begging to tag along. I mean, I didn't even say we were 'doing' anything tonight, so don't worry about that...Well, maybe a little since I hinted about something to Cecilia on the way over. You know, nothing too obvious, just, 'Robo-cock this' and 'Robo-cock that' and maybe something about Karen and a strap...Anyway...You know, just to get the juices flowing," she winked again. "But really, all I said to them for sure was that I was invited to a small party of yours...Really, that was it...Anyway, before I knew it they had just about signed their pensions over to me as a..."
"You mean she paid you?" I asked, finally getting a word in edgewise.
She looked at me with slight indignation, "No! I'm just saying that I could almost make a small fortune doing this if I had a mind."
"Well, it sounds like if you lose your job with the DMV you can always try your hand as a pimp."
"Look who's talking Mister, 'hey Jackie, come over for a small party, wink, wink, nothin's gonna happen but bring some lube just in case, nudge, nudge.'
Laughing, I said with mock incredulity, "I find that insulting, I would never tell you to bring your own lubricant. Just out of curiosity, is this the married one or the single one?"
"She's single!" she said with renewed indignation, "What do you take me for?" I was about to say, but she snapped, "Oh, shut up."
The caterers informed me it would be a while before dinner was ready, which gave me a little time to make my pitch to Jack for Kendall's position on a more or less onenne basis. Once I formally introduced everyone, we seemed to break out into two natural groups, me with the Averys, while Karen spent most of her time in a corner rubbing up against Cope, and clinging to him like cat hair to a dark suit. Jackie tended to float between us. For the most part, Cecilia tagged along with Jackie probably out of fear of being left alone with Karen.
On one such grouping, the Averys and I were making small talk with Jackie and Cecilia, when Cecilia commented on the color of Denise's lipstick and fragrance of perfume. Denise offered to let Cecilia try some, and off the two went to the bathroom. Jackie also took the opportunity to leave Jack and me alone, saying, "Well, I'll leave you two to talk shop. Besides I better get over to your wife before she drools too much on Mr. Cope." With that, she kissed me hard on the lips while giving my ass a little pat and a long squeeze. Then she set off toward Karen. Jack noted the overt, affectionate display, and said as he watched Jackie strike up a conversation with Karen and Mark, "Excuse me Will, but didn't you say she was your cousin?"
I guessed what he was thinking, and played ignorant, "Jackie? She's really Karen's step-cousin, but we just think of her as blood relations. She's a very fun-loving person."
I could see the wheels turning in his head, and thought maybe I should hint to him that Karen and I were developing an open marriage, beginning to explore other 'facets' of what that entails. In effect, get him primed for what was to follow. However, I decided discretion with the elixir was the better part of employment, and left the matter alone. Instead, I shifted gears.
He was still eying Jackie talking with the others, when I asked, "Most of us in the company are wondering what you're going to do now that Kendall has resigned."
He smiled affably, "Ah, doing a little politicking for the job, eh Will?"
I shrugged my shoulders, intimating humility. He continued to smile, "Oh, I don't mind. I like to see that type of aggression in my executives." Then his mood became more serious, "And to be honest, you would have been a natural to take Kendall's place, but I have to be candid with you. The last two or three personnel reports turned in by Kendall didn't paint you in a good light. In fact, they were down-right discouraging."
I knew it. I knew that asshole was fucking me over behind my back. All the while he was banging Karen he was slowly sticking the knife into my career.
"Well, Roger and I rarely saw eye-to-eye on things, and quite frankly I didn't like the direction he was taking the accounts. Now I clearly understand why. It's obvious that Kendall was unstable in all facets of his life—business as well as personal. Moreover, it would seem much of his instability was being pushed my way with his evaluations of my work. Now, let me be candid with you, Jack, and in all sincerity, Kendall is insane. Flat out bonkers. I would really look at any of his recommendations with a dump truck load of salt, and based on what you're telling me now, my only regret was not saying something sooner. I held back out of some naive aspect of loyalty, to what turned out to be an unstable and volatile supervisor."
Jack didn't say anything, but nodded his head in agreement. I made my final pitch, "Before you make a decision, just do a review of all my past and present accounts. I think you'll see that the ones I had before Kendall took me off them were doing much better than they are now, and most of the real dogs Kendall saddled me with are improved. If you do that, I know you'll see that all of Kendall's decisions concerning me, and the company, were politically motivated and not good business."
A large smile crossed Avery's face, "That's an excellent idea Will, which is why I've already reviewed the accounts." He saw my look of surprise and started laughing, "What, you think just because the Board makes you the boss that they remove your brain first? Once I saw what was happening I started taking a closer interest in Kendall's division. And you're right he was really screwing you over, and in the process screwing the company." He took a step toward me and took my hand, saying, "If I didn't think you could run the division I would've accepted your invitation for tonight. I was going to tell you on Monday and make it official, but now is as good a time as any—congratulations. We'll still need approval from the Board, but really that's just a formality."
I was speechless. It was about this time Karen made her way over to us, and said, "The caterers tell me everything is ready. We can eat anytime you like."
Throughout the meal, I kept thinking about the irony of the situation. All the planning I had done to get the opportunity for this one evening with the boss, alone and outside the office environment.
All that planning, and in the end it was unnecessary. So much so, that I was going to forgo administering the elixir. What was the point in using it now? I had the job. Visions of another Karen and Jackie catfight and how that could affect Avery's decision ran through my mind—or worse, visions of a Jackie, or Karen, or Cecilia, with Denise catfight, or any combination of that nightmare was making me break out in a cold sweat. No, best to let the evening die uneventful, once dinner was finished.
However, I had another thought, or really an emotion. It was coming from that dark place within me, where all feelings that lead to hubris have their beginnings. It was an uncharacteristic feeling of ruthlessness that amounted to just two words, 'Why not?' I felt it once before, at Kendall's health club right before I initiated his downward spiral. Why not? Really, who would care, and if they did, what could they do to me? Nothing. If a catfight did break out, or any number of disagreements, I'd just tell the offending party to stop it. Then I'd tell them to take a cock up the ass in punishment, and they would, gleefully. I felt if anything happened, I could control it, because the hypnotic effects of the elixir would give me the power. Why not, indeed! At last, I smiled to myself, reassured that I was in command of my world.
Karen and I were seated at either end of our long dining room table. The Averys sat to my left with Jack closest to me, while the other three guests occupied the opposite side of the table across from the Averys. Cecilia was to my immediate right, while Mark sat closest to Karen. Once the initial serving was completed, the caterers had left, saying they would be back the next day to clean up and take back the platters and warming pans. In the kitchen, they left two pump dispensers filled with coffee and a large, New York-style cheesecake for dessert in the refrigerator.
As dinner wound down, Jack pushed back his plate, and asked, "Would anyone mind if I smoked a cigar? I always like to enjoy a good smoke after a wonderful meal."
"Oh Jack," Denise said with disfavor, "Not in their house."
"Don't worry Denise," said Karen, "Will's been know to smoke one now and then."
Jack offered one for me, but I declined. He held the temptation out, saying, "It's a Montecristo...Hard to resist."
Suddenly, Jackie piped in, "If Will doesn't smoke it, I will."
"A girl after my own heart," Jack opined, as he clipped the end for her.
Jackie seductively leaned over the table, giving Jack a good view of her cleavage as he held the lighter for her.
"Will, isn't there something incredibly erotic about a woman who enjoys a good smoke," Jack said with a smile and a wink at Jackie.
Jackie sat back in her chair and casually puffed on her cigar, sending wispy, grayish-blue clouds of smoke toward the ceiling.
"Absolutely," I said in agreement, "All we have to do now is put a glass of scotch in her hand and we could sell the image as a male enhancement. We could put Viagra out of business."
I saw Denise and Karen look at each other and roll their eyes in bemusement. Denise said to Jack, "If I'd know that's all it took for your attention, I would have stopped the endless miles of jogging, yoga, and calisthenics and just bought a pack of Tiparillos."
I took that as my cue to prepare the laced coffee for dessert, "Is everyone in the mood for coffee and cheesecake?"
All said they would, except for Mark, who would stick to the wine, and making my job easier in denying him the elixir.
"Karen, want to help me with the dessert while I get everyone coffee?"
With Karen preoccupied with cutting the cheesecake and serving the pieces to the guests, I found it easy to doctor the coffee cups by putting an elixir soaked flimsy into each. They dissolved instantly when I introduced the coffee.
The small talk continued between the guests as I watched for the beginning effects of the elixir. So far, none of the more onerous side effects that I had witnessed the last time had manifested themselves, except for the slight tingle at the base of my skull followed by over-exuberance in the volume and nature of the dinner talk. I was still a bit worried that the pent-up sexual frustration, leading to verbal aggression might cause problems. Particularly given there was another male added to the sexual equation.
It was about ten minutes since ingesting the drug when I noticed Jackie, almost absentmindedly, spinning her butter knife on the table. Each time she allowed the cutlery to come almost to a full stop before repeating the action, and each time she set the knife spinning, a small smile would cross her lips as if it were a private joke. Soon, the small talk died away as each of the guests turned their amused attention toward her.
Finally, Karen voiced what was on everyone's mind, "Jackie, what are you doing?"
Jackie disregarded Karen's question, and seeing that this time the knife ended up pointing directly at Denise, asked, "Okay Denise, truth or dare?"
I believe everyone knew of, or even participated in that old parlor game from our youths, including Denise, but she assumed a tone of faint surprise and naiveté, "Truth or what?"
"Dare," Jackie said quickly, and with a tone of boisterous mirth, "Come on Denise, don't tell me you've never heard of the game."
"Well...yes," Denise stammered.
"Then what will it be, truth or dare?" Jackie pressed, not allowing Denise time to think or make excuses.
Denise looked around the table wide-eyed, hoping that one of us would step in and rescue her from the situation. However, seeing that no help was forthcoming, she resigned herself to accepting her fate, and said with regal air, "Truth, then."
Jackie smiled back at her, and hesitated for a moment while she puffed on her cigar. Finally, she sat back in her chair, and asked, "Tell us about the first time you did it with someone."
Denise told her story, hesitantly at first, as if it were some dark, embarrassing secret no one else in the world could understand. It was a story of a warm summer night in the back seat of her boyfriend's father's Oldsmobile, parked along a dark country road. It was a sweet and innocent story of a young girl who was curious about carnal pursuits, but fearful of their potential, mocking repercussions if her friends and peers ever found out. After a while, as Denise become comfortable with her surroundings, she became more confident in her storytelling, and concluded her ribald tale by explaining in elaborate detail how her boyfriend suffered both premature and painful 'coitus interruptus' when a wandering patrol car ventured onto the scene. She said this with such humor and warmth that her vivid explanation had us all in stitches.
Just like that, any anxiety or sexual frustration that was developing within and between us due to the initial effects of the elixir dissipated harmlessly into our laughter. I breathed easier from then on, and looked at Jackie, the instigator of the game, with newfound admiration.
Round and round the table the game continued. Each took their turn as grand inquisitor, asking in their turn the most lascivious of question. The bodacious nature of each question was escalated by each new inquisitor, and all questions were answered, some hesitantly, some unabashedly, but all with equal flavor in rank.
Without prodding from me, questions for truth quickly gave way to challenges to perform a dare. It was as if everyone knew the ultimate destination to where the game was headed, and wanted to hasten its progress. So far, however, none of the inquisitors dared the actual touching between the participants, but instead demanded from them some ribald act to be performed solo for the amusement of the others. A teasing show of cleavage or a display of the bulge in the trousers was about the extent of our initial play.
We must have made quite a sight. Seven full-grown adults, some well on the downhill side of life, laughing and hooting to mock displays of sex, as if we were drunken teenagers at a late-night party testing the sexual waters for the first time. None of us cared how juvenile all of this might seem to the uninitiated. We were having the time of our lives, and regretting none of it. So it was with the elixir.
Mark was probably the only one who was not fully in the spirit of things. Not so much, I think, because he wasn't imbued with the elixir, but rather because the knife never fell in his direction. It must have been grating on him, given that he had the equipment to give an auspicious display of his bulge, but was being denied the opportunity by fate. It was being done as if by my order, and I got a certain amount of pleasure watching him chomp at the bit.
It was Cecilia's turn as grand inquisitor. She had just finished giving a rousing, mock display, in both physical and vocal exuberance, on how she pleasured herself. I dare say it left most of us breathless, hard, and most likely wet. Smiling to herself at her fine bit of acting, she spun the knife. A tension fell over the room as all silently watched the utensil slowly spin along its invisible axis. Cecilia augmented the tension, as she added playful commentary, "Who will be next, I wonder. I already have a juicy tease for the lucky person. I hope it's you, Jackie."
Everyone held their breath as the knife slowly ebbed to a halt, pointing in my direction.
I smiled at Cecilia, saying, "I hope you're not disappointed that it wasn't Jackie."
See smile back, "Not at all, it works just the same. Truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course."
"Tell me Will, is Karen a good kisser?"
"The best," I said, and then added almost nonchalantly, "But there are even better things she can do with her lips."
This elicited a number of laughs, whistles, and catcalls from around the table. Karen added her own bit of panache to the overall mirth by seductively licking her lips and saying, "And on more sensitive parts of a man's anatomy."
"Ooh, that may be," continued Cecilia, "But I think I'm a pretty good kisser too, on the lips and on other things." There were more catcalls from the group. Cecilia waited for the hoots to die down before continuing, "And I know Jackie can really make a guy's...um...anatomy stand up straight and sing...over and over again, right Will?"
She shot me a knowing smile and wink as a reference to Jackie's previous exploits with Karen, Gloria and me.
Cecilia concluded her challenge, "So let's put this to the test. For your dare you have to find out which one of us ladies is the better kisser."
I started with Cecilia, but kissed them all in the same way. I would stand above them and to the side of their chair, and while bending over to meet their lips I would wrap an arm about them, positioning it just below their breasts so that they naturally rested in the crook of my elbow. During the act of the kiss, I would subtly apply a gentle pressure to them with my arm, and in so doing feel their hardened nipples pressing against me.
Each returned my kiss in similar fashion. A brief moistening of their lips before leaving them slightly parted. Then, as our lips touched, one final intake of air and a closing of their eyes before pushing a tongue forward to greet mine. Except for the subtle pressure of my arm against their breasts, I remained fairly passive throughout the embrace, allowing the women alone to apply as much force and exuberance to the kiss as they felt necessary. And while all of them were of like manner, that is, eager to show me just how exuberant they could be, there were wonderfully erotic differences in each of their techniques.
Cecilia started coyly, and at first, her body felt rigid against my arm. It was as if she were still unsure of her surroundings and fearful of exposing too much of herself in front of strangers. Her posture belied the vampish persona she exhibited moments before. However, after a few moments I felt her body going soft. Her hands that still tightly held my arm, which she used for leverage to press her mouth firmly against mine. As with our initial embrace, her tongue was equally bashful, touching mine briefly only to scamper backward forcing me to the chase, but once I caught up to it she pushed back against me with renewed force and playfulness. When she finally released me, her eyes were looking at me, large and innocent, and oh, so captivating. Their soft brown color seemed to turn almost golden in hue, appearing as if they glowed in contrast to the rich, warm mahogany of her skin. Then they narrowed and wrinkled at the corners, mimicking the impish smile that escaped from her lips.
Jackie showed no hint of reservation, and fully displayed her natural sexuality from the start—mostly by putting on a seductive smile while toying with the top buttons on her blouse and exposing more of her ample cleavage as I approached. What I was beginning to appreciate about her was that although she was probably the most sexually experienced of the group, save for Jack Avery, she never appeared jaded, and treated every encounter with men as if each were her first and favorite. Taking my head within her hands, she pulled me hard against her lips. Her hands wander about my head, first by gently brushing her palms against my cheeks, then running her fingers up through my hair, only to end up wrapping my head fully into her arms. All the while she pushed her tongue fully into and around in my mouth. I could discern the faint trace of tobacco mingled with wine as she danced within me. Toward the end of our embrace she slowed, becoming almost loving, as she softly clamped her lips down to suck gently on my tongue.
The length and intensity of our kiss caused a number of the other guests to whistle and hoot in playful approval. We ignored the catcalls for the moment and allowed a knowing smile to pass between us.
As I made my way over to Karen, I heard Mark exclaim, "Oh, come on Will, by now you shouldn't need to experience your own wife. Move on to Denise."
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this too."
"Funny," I said as I bent down to kiss her, "The thought never crossed my mind to leave you out of the mix."
"I know."
We've done it countless times before, under many different situations and circumstances. I won't say it felt like the first time or the even the thousandth, because it didn't. It felt as it always has—a gesture of romance with the woman with whom I had fallen in love. That feeling never left me, and probably never would. It was the reason why I stayed with her even after finding out about the betrayal. I doubt there were many people in the world that I could or would forgive for that, because there were few people in the world who could still take my breath away, as she did mine.
During our kiss, Karen decided to take some spousal privileges by reaching a hand up and overtly feeling the bulge in my pants. The gesture sent the rest of the table into another boisterous round of hoots, whistles and catcalls, which, in turn, sent Karen and me into fits of laughter.
When she released me, I said jokingly, and in accord with the spirit of the mood that was just created by her fondling, "Care to finish what you started?"
To my surprise, Karen didn't think I was kidding. There was an awkward moment of hesitation, as a sensual, mischievous gleam sparked from her eye. I believe she would have pulled out my cock without further encouragement except for a comment utter at that moment by one of the other ladies, "And if she doesn't, I will."
The comment was so contrary to the façade she had presented to everyone that there was a moment of stunned silence. Denise was sitting back in her chair, an arm casually draped over its back as she laughed playfully to herself with tongue in cheek. It was only until we heard her bright laughter that the rest of the gathering laughed as well. Jack looked at her with surprise, and although he started to laugh with the others, it was obvious he was a little annoyed by her comment.
Taking no notice of her husband, Denise said, "I seem to be the only one left. I guess you're saving the best for last."
Keeping an eye on Jack, I said with mock sheepishness and a wink, "That, but I'm a little concerned about my employment."
Jack gave a small wave of his hand while saying, "Oh, don't worry about that. Hell, maybe you can get more out of her than I could."
It was a not too subtle rebuke at Denise for her comment from moments before.
Not missing a beat, however, Denise responded in like fashion, "Quite possibly he can, because by the looks of things he has more to offer."
Jack threw up his hands in mock surrender, "Ouch, bested again."
I could tell by their banter that the sexual frustration common in the initial stages of those imbued by the elixir still existed between the Averys, even though it was dampened in the rest of us by Jackie's game. It was also obvious that theirs was a marriage of convenience, and I suspect that whatever tenuous threads existed in holding it together may be broken tonight.
Denise surprised me further during our kiss. She started awkwardly, tipping her head down then back as if out of practice. She gave a short, nervous laugh at her own clumsiness, before settling down to one position with eyes closed and lips slightly parted. When our lips touched, I felt a soft breeze against my cheek as she exhaled slowly through her nostrils. At first, she only used her lips, shifting them across mine as if trying to moisten both. She was always soft and slow in her movements. I like to think it was because she wanted to savor the experience, given that they were probably infrequent in her marriage. I felt her tongue gently brush against my lips, almost in a searching manner. Touching me about the mouth but never entering inside. I held back for a moment, teasing her with my mouth while applying gentle pressure to her breasts with my arm. As with the other women, her nipples felt hard against me.
When our tongues finally touched, she responded by opening her mouth wide and pressing herself hard against me, as if trying to pull me fully inside her. She shifted her hand up to caress my hair as Jackie had done, but in so doing, moved her arm in such a way as to place my hand fully over her breast. The action was purposeful, and by the silence of the room, went unnoticed. Pulling her arm close to her body, she forced my hand to cup her breast even more firmly. To finalize the sensual deception, she stroked at my hair causing my pinned hand to massage her breast, involuntarily. It was expertly and artfully done.
I was wrong about her. She had done this many times before and probably with many men. It was her true seduction. I wondered how far she went those other times. Did it end with just a kiss, or did she take the men further along her path? How many brief, spontaneous encounters had she initiated with that kiss? I also wondered if Jack knew his wife wasn't the jaded celibate she made herself out to be, or was their marriage truly one of contrived convenience?
When she finally released me, she said as if to no one in particular, and I suspect to give herself cover, "I haven't been kissed like that by a strange man since I met Jack," then leaning forward, she said to Karen in matriarchal fashion, "Well done, my dear."
Karen just smiled and nodded her head. Something had just passed between the two, but I couldn't guess what. I like to think Denise's cryptic comment was an acknowledgement of the fine catch Karen made marrying me compared to her own apparent failure. It was the egotist in me. For all I know, Denise just complemented Karen on the wonderful job she did training me.
Well, I wasn't going to explore that now. One thing I learned through Cecilia's dare, other than it was an intoxicating experience, was that all of the women were fully aroused, and none more so than Karen. All I had to do was ring the bell, and everyone would be off to the races.
As I sat back in my chair, I was about to spin the knife when I noticed everyone, particularly the women, looking at me anxiously.
I stared back at them, "What?"
"You were supposed to find out who was the best kisser," answered Karen.
"And I did," I said, leaving the matter alone.
There was a long silence as the women continued to stare at me incredulously. Jack was the only one who guessed my intent, and started laughing with characteristic guffaws.
After a few more moments of Jack's laughter, I finally said, "You really don't expect me to answer that, do you? That would be like asking me, 'Does this dress make me look fat?' or, 'Do you think that girl's prettier than me?' These are questions men have learned to avoid like the plague, because no matter how we answer them we still end up getting kicked in the groin."
The response from each of the two groups was predicable. Jack and Mark each nodded their head vigorously in agreement. Mark added a, 'Damn straight,' a number of times to underscore my truism. The women, on the other hand, erupted in unison, "Oh, you are so full of shit!" Of course, each used their own particular vernacular, but their meanings were all the same.
Upon seeing and hearing the women's visceral and unanimous reaction, Mark, Jack, and myself slid into continual laughter. It must have been a sight, each of the men laughing it up while trading high-fives, as the women vainly argued a counterpoint that largely fell on deaf ears. Finally, even Jackie and Karen laughed to themselves, if not out of seeing the truth behind it all, at least seeing the humor of the situation.
The game was all but over. Spinning the knife one last time was a perfunctory act. I could just as easily snapped my fingers at any of the women and the orgy would begin. Those around the table who may not yet be fully in the throes of the elixir, like Mark and maybe Cecilia, would have quickly been corrupted by those who were. That, however, would have been a grossly decadent and unwise show of power—one that I must avoid.
Everyone watched as the knife slowed to a stop, except for me. It was strange, but I already knew whom it would point to even before it happened.
I stared at Karen from across the table. I watched her eyes followed the spinning knife intently, and when there could be no doubt who it pointed at, she smiled to herself before looking over at me. We stared at each other silently, as the others around the table laughed, and reiterated the outcome, hooting, "It's Karen's turn."
I raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"Dare," she said it with slow deliberation. Her eyes smoldered. Their deep blue color radiated almost violet. She wasn't making a choice but issuing a challenge, 'I dare you to do your worst!' She wanted the game to end as much as me, and I knew just how it should end.
"Mark," I said casually, "There's a rumor within our circle of friends that you are quite the man."
Mark was briefly taken aback as I shifted my attention toward him, "What do you mean?"
"Well, it's been said by some that you are a man blessed with more than your fair share of...Oh, how shall I say it...Male accoutrements."
There was renewed whistling and hoots from the ladies.
"If you mean I got a big dick, then yeah, more than my share. I'd say more than three guys' share."
He said it with such pride I felt I had to play with him for a moment, "Well that's a bold statement. I mean, one woman's mountain could be another's molehill. You know what I mean? Things like this can be quite relative and subjective."
"What, you don't believe me?" he said, putting his hands to his zipper while trying to stand.
I laughed, "Whoa, just sit down and keep the stallion in the corral, this isn't your dare." Turning toward Karen, I asked, "Do we believe him?"
The same smoldering look was stamped on her face. She already knew what her dare would be. A shameless smile creased her lips as she slowly shook her head from side to side.
"Well then, your dare is to prove the rumor."
I think Karen was under the table before I finished my statement. Within moments, a look of surprise came over Mark as Karen began pawing at his trousers. The unzipping of his pants was clearly heard by all, followed by the faint rustling of clothes. Finally, we heard Karen's muffled and raspy voice, "It's true," then a brief pause, "Oh yes, so very true." Another longer pause ensued, at the end of which we could hear the faint sounds of moist kissing and gentle sucking. Everyone who was staring at Mark saw his eyelids slowly shut in obvious pleasure.
Cecilia was the first to break the silence, "Oh my god, is she..."
"That's my cousin," Jackie intoned, shaking her head in fake astonishment, "And to think, some people have the balls to call me a slut."
I heard Jack laugh abruptly before blurting out to no one in particular, "Holy shit, whenever Kendall had one of these things all we ever did was sit around and listen to him yammer on about that goddamn country club."
I looked over at our guests of honor. Jack was still staring in Mark's direction, mouth agape, but Denise was staring at me, emotionless save for a bright gleam in her eye. I held her gaze for a moment then smiled, and she smiled back before lowering her eyes.
I turned toward Jackie, and said with a wink, "Why don't you and Cecilia take Jack on a tour of the house."
She winked back, saying, "Come on Cecilia and give me a hand. Jack, how 'bout we go up to my place and have a look at my etchings."
"Etchings?" asked Cecilia, confused, "I thought we were taking a tour."
Jackie rolled her eyes, "It's just a figure of speech, dear."
"And if Jack doesn't mind," I said before the three left the room, "I'm going to have a talk with Denise."
On his way out, he gave my shoulder a little squeeze. It was probably a tactile gesture of permission, but it felt more like a cautionary warning. Along the lines of, 'Good luck with her. You're going to need it.'
As I sat next to her, she said, "I didn't think you noticed."
"Your kiss was an inspiration."
She seemed to blush at my compliment, "Sometimes I get it right. It usually doesn't end in an orgy, though," She laughed briefly as if embarrassed, "That's what this is, isn't it, an orgy?"
I didn't answer her right away. Instead, I began to unbutton her blouse. She tilted her head down to watch my hand, her breathing becoming labored.
It was a sweet, romantic moment, or so I thought, a slightly younger man showing infatuation with, and seducing an older woman. Quit possibly, however, she thought it the other way around. I hoped so. Comically, the romance was somewhat stilted by the sound of Karen, who occasionally hit her head on the underside of the table.
I asked as I undid the last button, "How do your seductions usually end?"
"I think I've given you the wrong impression. At my age, I'm content to be the tease. Oh, I've had my dalliances, but those days are passed me. Now I'm like the old fisherman, content to cast a line but never expecting to hook a fish."
"Is that all it was with me, a teasing moment then?"
I easily undid her bra, which was clasped in the front, and let her breasts fall into my waiting hand. They were on the smallish size, but felt firm and full. She continued to look down at herself as I gently rolled a hardened nipple in my fingers. I could tell by her reaction that that simple act was sending intense waves of pleasure through her.
She shook her head in answer to my last question, and said emphatically, "No. Dear, I keep giving you the wrong impression. I'm just a little self-conscious. I'm not sure why you have such an interest in me when there are younger women around?"
I smiled at her, and wished Karen had a bit more of Denise's attitude when Kendall was sniffing around her. I said with all sincerity, "Because I find you beautiful, intelligent, and you have a wonderfully warm sense of humor. Traits that I always find irresistible."
Just then, Karen's head hit the table with a large thump, causing some of the dishes to clink. Denise and I looked at each other with surprise, and started laughing.
"As you can tell, we don't do this very often," I said, putting her more at ease.
It seemed to do the trick as she pulled me close to her and kissed me hard like she did before. Without breaking her hold on me, she deftly lifted her bottom off the chair and removed her panties. I slipped a hand between her legs, but she hesitated for a moment as she closed her legs slightly. I sensed her self-consciousness returning. When I touched her labia, I knew instantly why she hesitated. She started to make a joke of it, "That's another disappointing prospect of advanced years, the juices don't flow as readily as they used too."
I sucked at a hardened nipple, and said between small nibbles, "That's easily remedied," before lowering myself between her legs.
Once she got over her inhibitions relative to her age, she responded to me with complete abandonment. As I gently moved my tongue around her vulva, paying particular attention to her labia, she put one foot and then the other against the edge of the table. Spreading her legs ever wider for me, she leaned her chair back while arching herself forward.
I teased her, taking my time with tongue and finger, alternating between the two. It was excruciating for her as I moistened her clitoris and upper labia, then slowly slid a finger along her folds before gently massaging her button. Soon, I had her legs quivering and her breathing coming at quickened intervals.
All the while, I could sense Karen next to me, our backs nearly touching as she worked her magic on Mark. I had to admit I found the whole situation with the two of us simultaneously performing oral pleasures on our new partners extremely erotic.
I moved back up Denise's body, stopping to kiss and lick the other sensitive parts of her before finding myself again at her lips. Denise reengaged the kiss, even more passionate this time. Our mouths clamped tight to each other as she sucked greedily on my tongue. I continued to massage her vulva with my fingers. I found it easier this time to slip two fingers into her pussy while gently rubbing her clitoris with a thumb.
Karen must have gotten Mark into a state of readiness that she liked, for I heard her move out from beneath the table while exclaiming, "Stick it in me!"
Hearing Karen bark her desires gave Denise greater impetus to explore our situation further, and I felt her fumbling with the zipper of my trousers. At first, she had difficulty finding the clasp, and then encountered more problems pulling the device. It took her a while to find the treasure she sought, and I purposely made things difficult for her. I was in no hurry, wishing to draw out the moment. I kept my tongue inside her mouth so she couldn't see, and continually massaged her clit and labia, sending her leg into further spasm and her mind wandering off its appointed goal. Several small laughs were the only verbal indicators of her frustration as she fumbled with the zipper. Finally, when I gave her a moment's breath, she said, "You're not going to help me, are you?"
I just shook my head slyly.
"And I thought I was the tease," she said with another frustrated laugh, before clamping her mouth on mine again.
The whole experience was worth the wait. Once I was undone, she continued to fish through the folds and tight passageways of my garments, just as Gloria had done that first night, until finally grasping what she had sought. My cock pressed downward, hard against my leg. Liberating it from its tight confines took more effort on her part, and more frustrated laughter.
I was as hard as I had ever known myself. Instinctively, I think she knew that because when she finally freed my cock she let out low moan of delight. Yet, it wasn't a moan suggesting satisfaction with my length or girth. Rather, it was with the satisfaction that I truly desired her. Feeling how aroused I was in her hand must have removed any qualms she had left about our age differences, or her desirability.
Now, she was going to take her time by teasing me with her hands. Holding my testicles firmly but gently in one hand, she softly massaged and kneaded them, while gliding the other back and forth along my shaft. A long, soft pull with finger and palm here, a gentle scrape of her fingertips there, she worked her hands exploring its whole length in detail. It wasn't long before she had my legs twitching in uncontrolled delight.
Through all of this delicious stumbling and bumbling, I had quite forgotten about Karen and Mark, until Karen came up beside me and kissed my neck. Mark had already left the room for greener pastures, I suspect.
"That was quick," I said as I played with her ass.
Karen put on a brave face, but her voice failed to hide her disappointment, "I think I over did the foreplay. I'll get him on the rebound."
I got a certain degree of satisfaction hearing about her less than stellar first encounter with 'Mr. Big Guy,' and congratulated myself on my genius with the elixir.
Karen rebounded nicely, however, and said as she looked down at our situation, "I can see you're in good hands, though. How's it going, Denise?"
She didn't look up at Karen. I could see she was blushing, "I feel kind of strange diddling another woman's husband while she looks on."
"Is that all you're feeling?" Karen asked with a smirk.
For the first time, Denise stared up at Karen with a look of pure animal excitement and just shook her head slowly.
Karen disappeared under the table. It wasn't hard to figure out what was next on her plate. Denise blushed. I could tell she was becoming uncomfortable about Karen's advances. After a few moments filled with nervous giggling, Denise finally said to Karen, "I'm so sorry, dear. I'm...I'm just not ready for 'that.' Please, don't be mad at me."
Karen stood back up, smiled at Denise with slight embarrassment. Kissing her on the forehead, she said, "Don't worry about it. I'll go see what the others are doing. Besides, I better find Mark before Jackie sinks her claws into him."
Denise watched Karen bound out of the room, "That was awkward. Now I feel bad. Do you think she'll forgive me?"
Denise's mild rebuff of Karen's advances was surprising to me. The elixir wasn't infallible after all. Maybe there's an age factor to the effectiveness of the drug. That after a certain point our views and mores become too calcified within us, and eventually those moral walls, to use Beetlesmith's vernacular, can never be fully breeched.
I could see a look of pain on her face as she thought she might have damaged a possible friendship. I attempted to soothe her spirits, "Forgive? I suspect she's already forgotten about it. Karen's only just discovered her other side, so she's more in sympathy with you than you may suppose, and like I said, all of this is new to us." I kissed her and saw her smile returning, "So don't ever feel you're being a stick in the mud or a prude, and don't hesitate in telling us if we're making too many demands on you or making you uneasy. Tonight, do as much or as little as you are comfortable. Okay?"
She nodded her head, and then said almost with a defensive sense of pride, "You know this isn't the first time for me. I've been to an orgy before...Well, sort of an orgy."
"Really?" I said with surprise. "If that's the case maybe we should find the others and..."
"No," She said sternly as she lowered herself to the floor and pulling me with her, "Let's just you and me have some fun first."
She pushed me back onto the floor and straddled me. Then with one fluid motion, she shifted her hips up and slowly sank down. My cock easily slid into her. As with the kiss, I let her go at her own pace. Her motion was of an unvarying slow, rhythmic rolling of her pelvis and lower back. About the only thing I did was remove her blouse and bra completely. Soon, she fell into a trance-like state. The whole time her eyes remained closed, and about the only sound she uttered was an almost rhythmic breathing that fell into time with her shifting hips. Occasionally, I would play with her breasts by gently pinching or sucking at their extended nipples, and each time she would respond, almost by reflex, by biting her lower lip.
Her climax was almost as peaceful. I felt her body go rigid. The features of her face froze into a momentary state of bliss, while her arms and lower body stiffened as if she were bracing herself against an incoming tide. At the moment of her orgasm, I heard her inhale three sharp, draughts of air that were quickly followed by a subtle quivering of her body. When the faint trembling was nearly complete, she lowered herself onto my chest with a heavy sigh, lying motionless.
"That was so very nice," she finally said.
"If you say so," I said with a sarcastic chuckle.
She guessed my meaning, "As you can tell, I'm a quiet fuck. Jack always had a problem with that. He likes his women loud and raunchy. I like to think that's why he mostly goes outside our home to plow his fields."
I laughed, "He should get along nicely with Jackie then, she's all that. So, what's a 'sort of an orgy' you hinted at?"
She giggled to herself before answering, "Oh, it was before I met Jack, a long time ago, back in my first year at college. A bunch of us got together at a friend of a friend of a friend's house for an old-fashioned pot party. You know the kind. We were all on our own. There were no watchful parents about. We were filled with ourselves, as if we all knew how the world worked. We got stoned, and one thing led to another. We didn't do any actual swapping of partners, or get into a big orgy pile or anything. We just made love with the ones we came with in front of everyone else. So, it was sort of an orgy. I know, not much of a story," she ended, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't know. It's more than I ever did."
We lay together for a while and continued to exchange small talk when I heard soft music coming from the living room. It sounded like one of my jazz albums, but I couldn't tell which one.
Denise appeared to be listening to the music, her brow furrowed as if she were in thought.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm trying to remember the words to that song."
Thinking she meant the song that was playing, I started to say, "I don't think there are any lyrics...," but before I could finish, she held onto me tight and flipped us around so that I was now on top of her. Wrapping her legs about me she said, "Now I remember, 'roll me over and do it again.'"
Denise and I found the others in the living room. It appears Jackie, Cecilia and Jack didn't get too far on their tour of the house. Karen was there as well, and all of them were on the large couch, and in the most unusual positions. The music still played softly, and even though the lights were dimmed, I could still make out what each were doing and to whom. The scene made Denise gasp in surprise when she first gazed upon them.
Jack was on one side of the couch, with Cecilia on top. Both were facing Mark and Karen, who were in a similar position on the other side. Both the men were slamming into their respective partners with equal fervor. Jackie sat between, and was applying a massaging hand, one for each couple, while adding the occasional, salacious comment. She sounded part repo-auctioneer and part carnival barker, as she alternated between fingering the women's clitora and fondling the men's testicles. On the coffee table, in front of Jackie, were a whole plethora of Karen's 'toys' and a tube of lubricant. Karen thinks of everything.
It was difficult to make out what she was saying over the loud moaning of Karen and Cecilia, but I got the impression that the two couples were in some type of contest, with Jackie serving as a demented Mistress of Ceremony.
Jackie smiled brightly as she caught sight of Denise and me, "Hey guys, we were wondering what happened to you two."
"What's going on?" I asked, trying not to laugh at the situation.
Jackie continued to play with the women's vulva, "This is a game called, 'who can come first.' Want to join in? There's a spot open in front of me on the coffee table. My hands are tied up, but I'm pretty nimble with my feet, if you know what I mean." She ended her statement by lifting her foot while wiggling her toes.
I had to laugh at the image of Jackie giving Denise and me a foot fingering, "That wouldn't be fair, they have a head start. Besides, someone already came...twice." I gave Denise's ass a friendly squeeze, and said to her, "You want to join in?"
I don't think Denise was too keen on Jackie's foot fucking idea, either. She shook her head and said, "No, I'd rather just watch and see how this turns out."
Denise and I sat in the lounger on the other side of the room. Denise curled up on my lap and we watched as the contest unfolded.
"I see you're still shaving your 'hoochie coo.'"
Jackie smiled back, saying, "Umm, hmm, I can't believe I didn't do it before. It really gives me a whole new sensation, especially when I'm playing with myself." She giggled at that last part, and went back to diddling the two groups of competitors.
I asked, "So what prize does the winner get?"
"The loser gets it from both guys," Jackie responded, "That punishment was suggested by your wife."
That figures, I thought. Karen was going to finally realize her fantasy of 'twofers' with two 'fellas.' At least I hoped it was a fantasy and not a reenactment from her past.
For the first time that evening I got a good look at Mark's equipment as it slid in and out of my wife's pussy. Well, not exactly a good look. I couldn't be too sure of his length, but if it was anywhere in proportion with his thickness, it was a massive organ, indeed. I had to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. These feelings were further amplified by Karen's loud, almost guttural moaning and by the look of sheer sexual ecstasy that was carved on her face. Her moans were augmented by equally obscene calls for Mark to, "Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck it harder!"
I think Denise must have guessed at, or felt, my changing mood, and sought to mollify them by exposing her own past injuries, "Seeing Jack with Cecilia reminds me of the time I walked in on him with one of his bimbos. Needless to say, that was the last time I visited him at the office, unannounced."
She didn't wait for a response, but instead kissed me hard and passionately, as she'd done earlier. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, maybe we should have joined in and really given them a show."
I laughed, "That's all right. I like it fine right here. Besides, by the looks of things I think it's just about over."
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ive holes. I did hear Cecilia croak out a command for Jackie to, "Touch me a little higher, girl."
Jackie did, and then recoiled comically as Cecilia began spraying clear fluid, the force and volume of which was only matched by her abrupt shout of ecstasy.
Denise bluntly commented, "Oh my, I hope Karen uses Scotchguard."
Given the circumstance we found ourselves in, with Cecilia shouting in delight, while Jackie tried to dodge incoming fire, Denise's deadpanned comment had me laughing uncontrollably. My wave of jealousy dissipated.
"So does this make Cecilia the winner or the loser?" Denise asked, trying to hold back her own laughter.
"Winner," Cecilia barked as she jumped off Jack, almost crashing into the coffee table as her legs wobbled beneath her. Once she gained her 'sea legs' she added with girlish glee, "Karen's the loser."
Like a starving dog who sees a morsel of food inadvertently fallen to the floor, Jack was about to pounce on any of Karen's vacant orifices, but Karen stopped him, "Jesus, wait a minute, Jack. Let me get situated first."
She turned around and proceeded to lick and suck Mark's tool while extending her hindquarters well into the air for Jack. Jack didn't hesitate putting his cock in where Mark had been, thrusting with slow deliberation.
Now I got a good look at Mark's cock, and its length did match its girth—the bastard. I could see why Karen kept bumping her head on the dining room table, there would have been little to no room under there. Worse still, I could tell that he wasn't fully erect, which is why Karen had to spent some time giving him oral encouragement before the real fun started.
Karen could only put Mark's cock-head and just a little bit more in her mouth, before she had to pull back. She applied a good amount of saliva onto it, slowly letting her spittle dribble out and down his shaft before slathering it about with her hand. When she felt his tool was lubricated enough, she went back to gently sucking on his head while stroking the shaft.
My jealousy was back, but was gradually being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of arousal. I couldn't help but get incredibly turned on watching my dear wife getting fucked at one end while sucking a massive cock like a thousand dollar whore at the other.
Mark played the part of rogue and scoundrel to perfection, telling her to suck his cock all the way to his balls. Vainly she tried. Oh, how my little slut tried inching it deeper inside of her, only to pull back quickly with a gasp and a cough. When she failed to fully pull him in, attempt, after gag-inducing attempt, Mark castigated her like a two-bit whore, telling her to suck on his balls instead.
Mark was fully erect now, and played with himself as she licked and kissed his testicles.
"All the way in, bitch," he said to her, not caring that I was witness to my own wife's debasement, "Put my balls all the way in your mouth."
Whether due to the effects of the elixir, or to the sheer erotic nature of the scene playing out before me, I found myself not caring about his playful maltreatment of my wife. In fact, I wanted it to continue in some strange way. Strange as it may sound, it was as if this were all some cleansing ritual I had to endure in order to wash the stench of Karen's infidelity away, or maybe to wash away my own sins in using the elixir on the unsuspecting. Maybe it was for both reasons, because for the first time in a long time since finding out, I had no thought of Roger Kendall.
As Karen was putting the finishing touches on Mark's testicles, Cecilia wandered over to Denise and me. Jackie had already succumbed to her inner slut and was straddling Mark's head and giving him a taste of her luscious wares. She played with her clitoris lustfully, while he vigorously tongued her pussy.
Cecilia asked, "Mind if I sit with you, Robo-cock?"
"Robo-cock?" asked Denise.
"I'll tell you about it later," I said slightly embarrassed.
For now, the three of us were content to watch the other four. Our eyes fully glued to their escapades while our hands danced about our bodies. Denise and Cecilia lying comfortably back against me, their legs spread so that I could fondle them both, while each had a hand on my cock as both gently stroked the shaft and head. It was all done so nonchalantly, almost absentmindedly, as if we were picking at a bowl of popcorn while engrossed in a good movie.
Mark playfully tapped the top of Karen's head with his organ, and said, "Time to sit on the big one again, baby. I've got a whole load of goo for your tight snatch."
Karen shifted forward and easily slid Mark's cock into her pussy. She remained motionless for a moment, arching her back so that her ass protruded backward, indecently. Cocking her head around to look back at Avery, she said, breathless, "Do me."
"Come on Jack, put it up her ass. Let's make this bitch scream," I head Mark say, trying to talk around a mouth full of Jackie's pussy.
Jack dove in and tried to push in, causing Karen to flinch forward, "Jesus! Jack! Lube!" Karen rasped in staccato. Then giggling, added, "It's on the coffee table. Christ, you guys really do want me to scream."
Once he prepared himself, Jack slowed his pace, inching his cock into Karen with intense deliberation. Karen's facial expressions revealed a kaleidoscope of emotion, changing from one from slight pain, to mild discomfort, to one of pleasurable calm, and finally on into ecstatic bliss as Jack pushed fully inside of her.
All three of them were in constant motion now—well four really. Jackie had turned around, and while still suspended above Marks' head so that he could lay the occasional tongue into her vitals, she applied her dexterous mouth and tongue to Karen's breasts. Together, they looked like some weird, abstract work of art, incorporating flesh-toned, paper-mâché mannequins controlled by a noisy, poorly engineered, two-stroke engine.
There I sat on my throne with my two cherubs by my side, watching the debauched spectacle playing out in front of me as if I were some Roman emperor being entertained by my imperial entourage. I felt the power again, flowing though me as it had the other time—an all-encompassing confidence.
"Suck me," I said to no one in particular.
Without hesitation, both Denise and Cecilia flipped around and applied a hungry mouth to my erection. As one sucked greedily, pulling as much of me into her, the other would apply a wet tongue to any area that remained exposed.
"Suck it," I demanded again, while slipping two fingers into each of their pussies.
Their actions became more fevered, as now they tried to subtly push and shove the other off and out of the way, so that they could complete the task I set for them. They grunted, groaned, and grasped for any advantage. Each of them sucked forcefully when the opportunity presented itself. In no time, my cock was bathed in their saliva, a thick and heavy film of it dripping down along my shaft only to pool at its base. None of it was wasted, as the next cherub who gained an advantage scooped up the excess and slathered it around my member while adding more of their own to the mix.
Invariably, their close quartered cock to hand to mouth combat scenario caused momentary touching between the two. Denise seemed oblivious of the inadvertent contact, which I found odd given her rebuff of Karen earlier. I was also overcome by the sensuousness of the two as they slid past each other with the barest brushing of the other's lips or tongue, with their own.
"Kiss each other," I demanded.
Denise hesitated for a moment then gave Cecilia a quick peck on the lips before sliding my cock back into her mouth.
"That was no kiss," I said with a laugh, "Kiss each other."
Denise held her lips to Cecilia a little longer this time, yet her mouth remained closed even though I could tell Cecilia was trying to push her tongue against her tightened lips.
How much could I force Denise to act against her nature? How far did I have to push, in order to get her to fully comply? I voiced my disappointment at her effort, and she retorted with obvious frustration, "We kissed each other."
"No, she kissed you, hardly the same thing at all. Go on, kiss."
Denise gave a last whimper of protest before she slightly parted her lips to receive Cecilia's tongue.
As they embraced, I added continual praise to their efforts, telling them how erotic it made me feel, and how sensual they looked. It seemed that with each compliment, Cecilia and Denise further melded into each other while adding a wandering hand to the other's breasts.
I slipped a third finger into each of them while continuing my approval. Denise replaced her hand with her mouth and sucked on Cecilia breasts. At first, it was gentle. A brief lick followed by a short suck, but as I continued to add lustful, encouraging words Denise's sucking became more forceful. Before long, and to my surprise, I could feel Denise's fingers playing with Cecilia's clitoris while I continued to finger the both of them.
I looked over at the other four for a moment, and saw that Karen and Jackie had changed places. Jack was still going strong, imbued as he was with the elixir. He was as vibrant in stamina as he was insatiable in his desire. He had his arms wrapped around Jackie, holding her steady as he thrust into her ass. Mark, on the other hand was sitting up on the couch, flaccid, momentarily spent from his ordeals with Karen. Poor Mark, I laughed to myself, I guess he just doesn't have the wherewithal as us old fucks. Karen, still flushed beet red as she usually is when sexually aroused, had taken over the role of Mark in their little escapade, by manipulating her vibrator in and around Jackie's pussy while nibbling at her nipples. Given Jackie's loud, and boisterous moaning, I guessed she was close to climax. Again, I felt that power surging though me.
I returned my attention to Denise and Cecilia, and told them to get into the sixty-nine position on the floor. Denise hesitated again, but I gave her a look and down she went, laying on top of Cecilia. Cecilia immediately grabbed Denise's ass with both hands and buried her face into Denise's bush. Denise started out coyly, using only a finger or two to massage around Cecilia's vulva, but as Cecilia continued to work her with tongue and lips, Denise slowly but surely succumbed, and reciprocated in kind.
I came to realize in that moment that somehow, and in some way, I was able to manipulate the others. I guessed it was the pseudo-hypnotic effects of the elixir that made it appear I had control of the others. Once realizing that, I didn't feel the need to add myself to Denise and Cecilia's fun, strange as it may sound. I was content to watch my handiwork writhe around on the floor on its own. Soon, the others joined in the viewing as well. Having finished with their first round of escapades, they sat enthralled, and together we watched as the two women continued to make love to each other without restraint.
We didn't have to watch very long. Cecilia was the first to climax, signaled to us by loud and protracted wail reminiscent of her fake orgasm during the game. Denise quickly followed suit, quieter than Cecilia—a quiet fuck, indeed. They finally realized, to their embarrassment, that they had an audience when the rest of us clapped and cheered.
Just as the revelry began to die down, Jackie stepped in and reassumed her role as Mistress of Ceremonies, "Okay everyone it's time for another game. Now, I want all you guys to sit on the couch."
The three of us hesitated. We weren't sure of what kind of homoerotic perversion Jackie may have cooked up for us, and we really weren't in too much of a hurry to find out.
Mark spoke for the rest of us, "Hey, I'm not sticking my dick in some guy."
Jack seconded, "You're fucking-A right you're not."
"Oh come on you big dopes," Jackie said in an exasperated tone, "This will be fun. I promise. Jesus, you guys think I would make you do something weird?"
I opened my mouth, but she cut me off again, "Shut up, Will."
I sat on the couch as far away from Mark as I could. I was still a bit pissed at his treatment of Karen. Jack sat between us. Jackie continued, "Alright, this game is kind of like the last one, only this time we get to see what the ladies can do."
All the women gave a brief hoot and howl. Jackie continued, "Okay, let's settle down girls. These are the ground rules, each lady will pair up with a guy..."
Before she could finish, Denise and Karen started to move in my direction, which gave my ego an additional boost.
"Wait a minute you sluts," Jackie barked, "I'm not finished yet. As I was saying, I'll draw names as to who gets who, and you can bet wives aren't going to be paired with their hubbies, that would be cheating. So just cool your ass down a bit, Karen. Now, using only your mouths and a bit of hand—but not too much hand mind you—we'll see who can get their guy off first. There can be no help from the guys. Guys, you can't use your hands...You can't thrust your hips...Especially you Jack...And no communication with your partner. You can't tell the girls what feels good or bad...And not too much moaning, that would be cheating too. You just have to sit there and take it like men."
More hooting from the women ensued.
Jackie continued, "The loser is the girl who gets her guy off last. She gets the Will treatment."
Jack leaned over to me, "What's the 'Will treatment?'"
I was as confused as Jack, and asked, "Yeah Jackie, what's the 'Will treatment?'"
"You know silly, what we did to Karen the other time."
I laughed, "That doesn't sound like much of a punishment. I bet Karen purposefully takes her time just so she'll lose."
Karen stuck her tongue out at me, then said, "Keep it up Mister and I'll give you the Karen treatment."
"Promise," I said with a smile.
Jack leaned over to me, "Karen treatment?"
"I'm not sure. It's either really, really good, or you get kicked in the..."
Jackie cut me off in her Mistress of Ceremony voice, "Okay, first names, Denise is paired with the guy who beds them but won't wed them—all...Night...Long—Robo-cock."
Jack leaned over again, "Robo-cock?"
Jesus, this was starting to get embarrassing, but I hoped it would continue, "I'll tell you about it later."
"Next up, Cecilia, paired with every girls cream dream, the one, the only, Mister, 'my schlong is long and quite a dong,' Cope. Okay, that leaves Karen with Jack, who's fast becoming known as Robo-cock part deux."
"Okay, I get it now, you dog," Jack said to me, happy for Jackie's compliment.
"You know," Jackie continued, "We need a better name for you than Robo-cock part deux. It's too much trouble to say all that...How 'bout just 'Deux?' Dewy Louie's got some spewy...No, that doesn't work...Ooh, Duce...I like that...Ducey, loosey as a goosey...
"Shut up, Jackie!" Karen and Cecilia barked in unison.
"Hey Jackie, what are you going to do?" asked Jack, after he stopped laughing.
"I'm going to make sure you guys stay on the up and up, and keep it up. Plus, I get the loser," she paused as everyone looked at her with confusion.
Cecilia was the first to verbalize what everyone was thinking, "I thought the loser gets the 'Will treatment,' whatever that is."
"Oh, didn't I mention? There's going to be two losers. The lady who can't get their guy off, she gets the 'Will treatment.' And the guy who gets off too quickly, he gets the Jackie treatment."
Jack leaned over again, but I cut him off, "You don't want to know, and neither do I."
"Okay ladies get to your positions...Come on Cecilia, this isn't the office, move your ass...Ready...And go!"
Initially, an eerie calm descended in the room, as each of my male counterparts, including myself, maintained absolute silence as per the games regulations. Only soft sucking sounds and deep sighs of forced breathing were audible to anyone.
It was obvious who would be one of the losers. Mark was starting to run out of gas, and poor Cecilia was going to find it difficult to get him hard, let alone make him come. She stroked, sucked and stroked some more, but the only thing she was able to accomplish so far was to make his limp dick appear as if she were keeping a rather large, docile snake from escaping her hand. Twice, Mark tried to help by applying his own, familiar brand of handiwork, only to be scolded by Jackie not to interfere.
On the other hand, Karen was having no problem with Jack, and looked as if she were determined to come out the winner of this contest. She was sucking on Jack's cock as if she thought there was a pot of gold buried deep within his scrotum, and all she need do is suck hard enough to become rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Unlike Karen, who was rushing to be first, Denise set about her task with such deliciously slow deliberation that I'm sure she cared not a whit whether she finished first, last, or in between. It was as if her only goal was to find as much enjoyment from performing the act, and damn the consequences. Of course, I didn't care what her intentions might be, given that I was the beneficiary of her slow, thoughtful largesse.
She started low, kissing, licking, then tonguing my testicles. She held my cock tight against her face as if she were hugging it as a small child hugs a security blanket. Occasionally, she took time away from my balls to kiss and suckle me at the base and a little bit up my shaft, always scraping her teeth ever so gently along my taut skin as she darted a wet tongue out through slightly parted lips.
Once she felt my shaft was sufficiently moistened, she resumed licking and sucking my testicles and playing with them in her mouth. At the same time, she rolled a finger or two along my shaft, causing my cock to flinch involuntarily at the sudden wave of pleasure.
Still rolling my balls around in her mouth, Denise touched a growing bead of pre-ejaculate fluid with a finger. Pulling the bead away from me, a long, clear strand bridged her finger to my cock.
It was my dream again. A sudden anxiety griped me as I watch Denise mimic what I had been experiencing every morning in my head since Gloria had left. Then she giggled at the sight of the bridge she created, breaking my angst.
I watched as she added more of my fluid to her finger as it continued to emerge, creating an even heavier bridge that sagged in the middle of the span. She giggled again, and just when I thought the strand would break under its own weight, she put her slick, fluid-laden finger on my cock and swirled it all around the head.
Waves of euphoria surged through me, causing my cock to quiver like a reed in a brisk wind. The head of my cock turned a deep purple as it swelled to well over its normal, erect extent. Still more fluid emerged at the top, of which Denise put to good use.
She giggled again as if pleased with herself, then said to no one in particular, "God, I love a stiff cock," and with that declarative statement, she descended onto me and slowly inched me deep into her mouth.
I could feel my cock beginning to find resistance as it met the back of her throat, but instead of stopping, she continued to draw me further inside. She finally stopped her downward advancement when her nose was nearly touching my abdomen, and she remained in that position for some time, tonguing the underside of my shaft before she slowly ascended my member while tonguing me the whole way out. Once at my head she broke suction, allowing a large pool of saliva that had gathered in her mouth to trickle down and bathing my shaft and her grasping hand with her warm fluid. She took a moment to slather the excess saliva about me before repeating the whole descent-ascent routine, repeatedly in excruciatingly slow detail.
It was one of the finest blowjobs I've ever experienced, and as Denise continued, I noticed something I hadn't before. Her eyes never left her husband. I realized that not all of this exquisitely slow sucking of my cock was being done just for my benefit, but was also done to antagonize her husband. She was telling him loudly and clearly, 'This is what you could have had every night, but you chose to be a stiff prick, instead.'
Jack also knew what that look meant, and he responded in kind. Staring back at her, he arched his back and placed a hand on Karen's head forcing her further down so that she would mimic his wife. In this way, he was telling her, 'See, you're not the only one who sucks cock well.'
Twice he did this, and twice was admonished by Jackie to keep his hands to himself, "Once more Jack, and I'll have to disqualify you and Karen."
Unable to use his hands, he resorted to verbal taunts, "That's right, suck on that cock like the dirty whore you are. Slower, suck it slower. All the way down to the nuts. Let me see you drool all over that fuck stick."
"Jack, that's too much coaching. Stop it," Jackie mistakenly intervened, thinking he was coaching Karen.
Denise laughed seeing the predicament her husband was in, and responded back with her own taunts. Again, her eyes never leaving his, she said repeatedly, "Oh, how I love the taste of a real cock. I so much want you to come in my mouth."
Through all this back and forth between the two, Karen, believing Jack's words were meant for her, slowed her pace while flooding Jack's cock with a liberal helping of her saliva. Eventually, both women began mimicking each other as Karen did her own slow, oral rendition of Denise's technique.
Karen, however, had a few tricks up her sleeve, and I knew what that trick was when I saw her wet a finger.
Jack's initial reaction to Karen's probing was one of shock and surprise. He started to climb up the back of the couch away from her, but she held him fast by his testicles. Karen giggled at his reaction, and for added affect, she threw her weight down on him, saying, "Just relax and take it like a man."
Jack crocked out a fitting response, "Jesus, I am. Why do you think I'm backing away?"
"Just shut up and enjoy it," she refrained.
Karen was in full slut mode, and would not be deprived this pleasure at seeing her partner squirm. She reengaged her mouth and just about inhaled Jack's cock while continuing to worm her finger all the way in, down to the last knuckle. Jack's facial expressions ran the gambit from severe shock to finally abject bliss, as Karen slid her finger back and forth in syncopated tempo with her mouth. My only thought was that after tonight, Jack was either going to make me vice-president or unemployed—and at this point I couldn't care which.
Jack began to groan wildly while thrusting his hips forward. It was obvious he couldn't take the sensations any longer, and needed release or he'd burst. I made the off-hand comment, "I think 'this' is the 'Karen treatment.'"
My comment seemed to make things worse for Jack, or better, depending on how one views his circumstance, and only underscored the deep and fervent arousal Jack found in himself. He was caught between his own preconceived social-sexual mores, and the pleasures that were being imposed on him in less than 'hetero' fashion. I saw that internal struggle of pleasure clashing with pride written on his face, but it was a short-lived battle, for the pleasures quickly won out.
Jack was groaning and moaning incessantly now, I doubt he wanted to risk verbalizing anything more specific, and bucked his hips wildly, which thrust his cock further into Karen's mouth and her finger harder against his prostate, thus increasing his pleasure.
Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to warn Jack for his verbal and physical breaches in the game's etiquette, but was slapped down quickly and severely by both he and Karen, as they yelled in chorus, "Shut up, Jackie!"
The final panoply of Karen's blowjob unfolded before my eyes as if in slow motion. Karen kept her head still allowing Jack to fuck her mouth with complete recklessness. She had a gentle yet firm hold of Jack's shaft, while sucking and tonguing voraciously on the head.
With his eyes still fixated on his wife, he let loose a barrage of guttural remarks, most of which ending with, "...Suck that cock you cheating slut."
Karen, again mistakenly took his slurs as her own, and really clapped her mouth down while stroking his shaft in alternating rhythm with Jack's thrusting. To add fuel to the fire, I saw her put a second finger into him and rapidly slid them back and forth.
Jack uttered one last groan, arched his back, and froze.
Karen accepted his first blast fully in the mouth. After which she sat back away with a satisfied smile and continued to stroke one long spurt after another, thick and heavy, out of him until no more came.
"Looks like we have a winner," Jackie said with a laugh, "And a loser...Sorry Duce."
Jack didn't say anything, but gave an acknowledging wave of his hand. He just lay still, briefly spent like a used roman candle. Yet, even though his body lay limp and was sagging back into the couch, his cock remained as hard as it was at the start of the evening. Wonderful stuff, that elixir.
I looked over at Cecilia and saw that she finally got Mark erect. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to do her much good, because I was close to climax.
I looked again at Denise. She had me fully inside of her, and held me there for the longest time. Her deep blue eyes were looking directly at me now, and they would never leave mine throughout the rest of her performance. Once we made eye contact, she slowly pulled back to the end of my cock, and gently sucked on my bulbous head. Her pursed lips barely covering the tip, which gave me a good view of her tongue as it danced hither and yon about me. Then she slowly sucked me all the way in again, stopping just where my pubic hair barely brushed her nose. Her mouth was gaped wide, and I could feel her tongue licking the top of my scrotum. How she managed that still defies explanation, but the whole process, sights mixed with sensations, sent waves of euphoric delight through me.
Karen sat beside me and watched the two of us. She got the giggles, seeing the look on my face. Between quick laughs, she gave a subtle warning to our guest, "Get ready Denise, he's about to pop."
She knew me too well. I took a sharp, almost involuntary breath of air and touched Denise's hand as a signal I was coming. I thought she might remove her mouth and spare herself the initial blast of my ejaculation, but instead she forced me further down her throat.
She held me there, eyes still trained on mine, as I let go with the first blast, then the second. I could feel the muscles in her throat contracting as she tried to swallow each load. The added sensation caused me to ejaculate harder as my body began to involuntarily spasm. With the third blast, she slowly retracted herself, but retained a tight suction on me with her lips. I continued to come in her mouth as she continued gliding her lips up and down along my shaft. Finally, a small trickle of semen escaped from the corners of her mouth, and as her mouth filled to overflowing, she continued to suck me until I had no more to give.
When she finally released me, I thought that there was only one thing that would provide a fitting end to the whole oral extravaganza I witnessed, sort of a final, proverbial cherry on the top of a blowjob banana split—and then it happened, sending an unnatural chill down my spine.
Karen was in mid-comment about Denise's oral expertise, when Denise cut her off with a forceful and abrupt kiss, and in so doing, she emptied the full contents of her mouth into Karen. Karen, wide-eyed, almost recoiled at first, but Denise held her fast about the chest, forcing her tongue with all its contents further into my wife's mouth. Karen then fell into Denise's embrace and accepted her gift with relish.
Karen wiped the small trickle of cum from Denise's chin and offered it to her, and Denise suck on her finger just as she had my cock. Then both women wrapped their arms about each other as they continued to lick and suck at each other's tongue.
Any other man at any other time would have looked on at their display with ever renewed and increasing sexual excitement, but not me and not now. I felt my once hard cock begin to deflate at the significance of what I was witnessing. I had thought it first. I had literally pictured their cum-swapping rapture in my mind, in every detail, only to see it actualized before my very eyes. I had said nothing of my thoughts to them—to anyone. I hinted at nothing with even the barest murmur or subtle gesture, yet it all happened exactly as it had in my mind.
I thought this must be coincidence, but felt that explanation didn't ring true. This wasn't coincidence. It was clairvoyance. I was at a loss to explain it, or to even understand. For the first time since finding the elixir, I felt fear. | null | [] |
The initial impact was enough to keep him occupied for an indeterminate amount of time; quite literally so, as at those scales, things seemingly as simple and straightforward as “a second is a second” and “time moves forwards like an arrow” no longer applied as they did back on their home dimension. Both him and Clara were something greater now, a type of being that transcended the very concept of rules and around which reality had to bend itself in order to accommodate for their existence, rather than the other way around. Thus, it could be that he gazed upon the majesty of the other Arcanine for only a few seconds or minutes, or instead that “moment” of beauty and glory could very well have lasted for the entire duration of multiple multiversal lifespans; it was almost impossible for him to tell, even if he tried exceedingly hard to focus on it.
“Don’t try to strain yourself too hard,” she told him, bringing a hand over to where he was floating (?) in the middle of utmost nothing, “it took me a long time before I could figure out how to look down at the lower levels… or maybe none at all. See, even I don’t know!” - she chuckled to herself, looking back at how difficult it had been to adapt to her status as a deity - “Just… relax, enjoy yourself for now. You can get started on acting all high and mighty after you’ve had time to get comfortable.”
Her words were reassuring, but the context in which they took place made them patently absurd; did that Arcanine not see that they were so colossal that they violated every known law of physics? Did she, perhaps, find it normal to have to exist across multiple more dimensions than normal just to be able to communicate with others? And above all, how did he even know that’s what was happening? It was only then that the connection he shared with her was made readily apparent; up until then, the subconscious link the two of them established was just that, subconscious, allowing Brad to be given just the right amount of information needed to understand what was going on without overwhelming him with… well, everything else. Now that he was aware of it, however, it was time for the mental bridge to be strengthened, and allow Clara to give her lover everything he needed to know.
Once more, the process lasted anywhere from a few brief seconds to entire uncountable infinities, but once it was done, the male fire-type was left speechless and unable to react. How could he say or do anything after being given those types of universal secrets? He might as well curl up for another stretch of forever and ruminate on them, if he didn’t objectively know the best course of action was to just accept it and carry on like it was perfectly normal, even when every fibre of his being screamed at him that it wasn’t; and given how immense he was, those were a lot of fibres shouting up into his head.
Regardless, Brad kept going, powering through the thick wall of information and coming out the other side more motivated than before, not to mention quite larger too; it made for a stunning sight, being able to see his partner be as colossal and titanic as him, mostly because it informed him as to how it felt. No wonder Clara was always so eager to jump his bones; he had just barely gotten a taste of it and already he felt the intense need to share his love with whoever was closest to him in the most direct way possible. Thankfully for the both of them, their being close to one another offered a perfect solution to that problem, and thus the two spent a long, long time enjoying one another’s presence, arms wrapped around backs and legs locked behind waists, currents of fluids that floated across vast stretches of all that wasn’t, for what was either a never or forever. Reality itself began to fray at the edges of their intense lovemaking, but that didn’t matter; not only was it safe under their divine rule, but any damage that did occur could easily be rolled back and fixed with the snap of a finger.
It took them a while before they were done, exhausting every possibility in every timeline at least twice before finally pushing one another away to catch their breath, if that was even a thing they could do anymore. Mostly they just floated there, in their throne of non-existence, waiting for their stamina to recover while looking at one another with a mixture of animalistic lust and deepest love; they would have to go through multiple cycles like these before anything else popped into their heads, for it took that long for them to achieve something Clara had thought impossible: getting tired.
Not tired of it all, of course, but simply exhausted from the physical exertion. It seemed that even gods of their caliber had their limits, and they had so eagerly tried to find theirs that, astonishingly, they succeeded. It was a genuine surprise to the both of them, doubly so after the words “not now” were uttered for the first time in almost literally forever, leaving the Arcanine couple unsure of what to do next. Their sexual congress had at least given Brad plenty of time to get accustomed to his new godly status, which he then used to look for a distraction to focus on during his newly-rediscovered refractory period. It was then that he realized something, something that he felt was very important and he probably should’ve noticed before: they weren’t alone.
A third signature, much like theirs, was making its way “up” to their dimensional level, barreling through several million layers of reality like one would take a single step. He didn’t recognize it, but he did know that it was as powerful, if not more so, than himself, almost as much as Clara was! The smug grin on the latter’s face let him know that this was either planned for or entirely unsurprising… and left him wondering if he had truly been the first person that his partner had dedicated her life to. One can imagine his surprise when, out of the blue, everything was occupied all at once by glistening bulk; he could’ve accepted breastflesh, maybe even an enormous ass, but Rattata muscle, for that’s what was pressing against all of him, was the last thing on his list. He couldn’t even see Clara anymore, being buried somewhere in between an infinitesimal fraction of a pectoral muscle and the one right next to it, the sounds of a googolplex of trees creaking in the wind filling his ears and threatening to burst his head from the inside. It was almost impossible to endure, which is why he was extremely thankful that it toned down just long enough for him to start growing himself out, hoping to at least see who that was.
By the time his form tuned into enough dimensions for him to be able to understand what he was looking at, the other Arcanine was already having a giggly discussion with the newcomer, who was apparently enough of a friend that introductions weren’t required. In the back of his mind, thanks to the mental link with Clara, he recognized bits and pieces of that colossus of musculature; he had ignored all the indications that his lover hadn’t made the initial journey on her own, but now that he had been smushed against that thing, it was a bit difficult to keep pretending. At least the Rattata was polite enough to apologize for “bumping” into them, excusing herself by pointing out she wasn’t expecting any guests.
“You know, Clara had been talking about doing this for a while, but I never actually expected her to go through with it,” she said, voice barely audible from within the cavernous hole formed by her chest muscles and neckbulk, head safely kept at the bottom of it, “you wouldn’t believe how shy this girl was back home, I had to practically beat the compliments into her half the time or else she wouldn’t accept them!”
“It wasn’t that bad…” Clara mumbled back, sounding entirely unsure of what she had just said.
“And you wouldn’t even imagine how bad it was when we began our ascension,” Beth carried on, “I swear, I haven’t seen anyone deny themselves so much before. Sure, she started making gods and protectors after a while, but lemme tell ya, it still took way too long before this big lug just shut up and accepted she was such a cutie~”
“Goodness gracious Beth, shut up!” the Arca-goddess snapped back, her face glowing a bright crimson and her paws flying over to cover it, bringing to mind images of a universe and life long gone, “Stop embarrassing me in front of Brad, come on!”
“I wouldn’t say it’s embarrassing, but if you want to, I can take him off your hands while you pull yourself together!”
“Wait what?!” Brad suddenly interjected, “W-what do you mean?”
While the male Arcanine couldn’t see it, courtesy of the Rattata’s head being so far down the hole created by her neck growing over it, he was certain that the newcomer (for a certain value of the word) was giving him either sultry bedroom eyes or the smarmiest grin imaginable. That Clara didn’t immediately say no to the proposition didn’t leave him all that confident either, made worse when he noticed that her blush was growing more powerful rather than the other way around. He was about to ask if she was seriously considering the proposition when he felt some sort of force grip his entire body and hold it in place, right before the musclebound goddess exploded in size, their meta-world turned once again into a backdrop of rippling, sweat-covered flesh and practically disproportionate, bulbous, bulging growth as Beth demonstrated what she was capable of. The sensations weren’t so much filtered down into Brad’s mind as they were poured in, his cup running over with everything, just… everything, eyes glazing over and his body reacting accordingly.
It was no longer in his hands, not after being shown the power hiding within that Rattata; it wasn’t so much a case of wanting or needing to be that big, but a simple matter of a universal truth having to be made manifest. There was no competition there as much as the pieces falling into place: Beth was that large, but she was always just Clara’s companion, someone who came along as a friend and had no real intention of surpassing or even matching her in power. That display of explosive, all-encompassing growth was no more than a way for Beth to tell Brad what he had to do, as they were both perfectly aware that the Arca-goddess’ “body” next to them was just a shadow of what it could truly be. And, to a certain point, it was up to him, as Clara’s divine consort, to do what Beth not only didn’t want to do, but couldn’t: become as great as the female Arcanine, at least in scale.
In an instant, a true instant, he exploded in size. Everything he had ever been before, every growth spurt and burst of size, was made null and insignificant compared to the one he underwent in that moment. Put all of his previous growth together, add it all up, multiply it upon itself and stack it on several layers of exponentials, and one might have a slight inkling of a fraction of the first decimal percentage point of a single length of fur on his body. Beth was no longer larger or smaller than he was; to be so would mean she was comparable… and she absolutely wasn’t, not even in her expanded state. With no limits to hold him back, with the knowledge and certainty that he was meant to do this, Brad kept going, making even his second ascension look like nothing by comparison. He could barely even sense Clara anymore, something that worried him just enough for him to slow down… which itself allowed Beth to immediately catch up with him and sink him into her bosom; quite literally, as somehow he had become small enough to fit in that warm valley without even realizing.
“Fuck me, pretty boy, you really are a grower, aren’t you?” the Rattata boomed, voice perfectly audible even through the blockage presented by her bust, “I guess Clara was right in picking you; here I was thinking she was wasting her time, but goodness was she not~!”
“OH MY GOD BETH STOP!” Clara bellowed, suddenly appearing next to them… and effortlessly returning the three to where they had started, “I’m going to have a heart attack if you keep going like this!”
“Alright, then can I take your hunk for a spin, then?”
“... you know what, fine, sure, go ahead,” the Arca-goddess rushed to answer, still trying to rub away the blush that had settled on her cheeks, “just… please be careful with things, okay? The last time you tried to do anything with that one guy it almost broke every law we had in place.”
“Ok, sure, but that guy wasn’t Brad, now was he hun~?”
“Don’t I get a say in this?!” Brad interrupted, growing out to match the other two for size.
“I dunno Brad,” Beth chuckled, “do you?”
Two words. Two words were all it took for him to doubt himself so much that he felt like an utter buffoon for even putting up any resistance. Why was he trying to put a stop to it? Clara was perfectly fine with it, he was only reticent because of Clara, and it was more than obvious that the Rattata was very interested in exploring their limits together. Not to mention, Beth had helped him achieve true perfection (of a sort) and was one hell of an amazon to boot, far beyond even the most exaggerated of forms Clara had ever taken before. Perhaps this is why she was fine with playing second fiddle to her friend; the mouse already had everything she could ever want and free rein to play around with the entire collection of universes in her own way, so why bother competing for a meaningless first prize?
Brad had to admit, that in itself was extremely attractive, far more than he would’ve expected. There was something refreshing and engaging about someone who was that much at peace with themselves, which was certainly helped by the way her body looked too; in a way, it was a perfect representation of what Beth was like inside, sculpted externally to the finest degree of excellence. She didn’t care about what anyone else thought; her dream body was one that was composed of more muscle mass than anything else, so that’s exactly what she made for herself. Heavens, Brad could already feel himself becoming a grower in another away already! In fact, the first thing to touch the Rattata wasn’t the hand he outstretched towards her, but another member entirely, having grown rock-solid enough to physically push him away… again, assuming spatial dimensions as a concept even worked wherever it was they “existed”. Beth seemed to enjoy it at least, so much so that she allowed some of her own energy to seep into that growing pillar, letting it to break through limits never before imaginable; poor Brad could only float there and watch as his body underwent some sort of runaway growth spurt, with all three deities present being dwarfed by a cock and pair of balls that began to melt into the background tapestry of existence. Clara was roused from her downward spiral of embarrassment when she felt that package poke her in the tail, finding it both incredibly surprising that anything could expand to that level and astoundingly arousing that something like that happened at all. Then again, she did give her friend the right of way, and so stepped aside to let the Rattata do what had to be done.
This was, of course, to wrap her arms around that pillar of cockmeat and start pumping it as hard as she could, immediately drawing so much of the Arca-god’s juices that reality was lucky it wasn’t in the way; if that jet had been launched anywhere near the collective layers of law that made up existence, then the tiny, fragile bubble of all that was wouldn’t even have been pierced as much as it would’ve drowned in a deluge of cum so powerful as to make information collapse in on itself. To a certain degree, it was even self-cleaning; no longer attached to the body from where it came from, it lacked the ability to keep itself together, vanishing into the aether as its impossible properties were quickly corrected by whatever passed for physical laws around those parts. Perhaps the best aspect of it all was that it wasn’t even a proper release; if anything, when put into perspective with the sheer size of Brad’s tool, it barely even counted as bubbling off the tip, with the total mass being so diminutive compared to what his orbs held that those cum factories actually bloated in the process of letting “loose” like that. One could only imagine what it would be like for Brad to experience a proper climax… which is precisely why Beth began working overtime to make sure she found out.
To her, there was no point in delaying the inevitable. The Arcanine was there, her other, more precious Arca-floof had given her permission, so now she was going to have some fun with that new, fluffy toy of hers, a toy that seemed just as eager to play back as the Rattata was in egging him on. After so long without a proper cock to wrangle, Beth had begun to wonder if she hadn’t lost her touch somehow; seeing Brad go off like that at least assuaged her fears… and gave her plenty of reasons to keep going with renewed strength, at least until that hunk of a fire pupper gave her what she was looking for.
There was something missing though, something… something special, something the musclebound goddess knew she once adored, but couldn’t quite put her finger on anymore. It was like a distant memory, fuzzy from how long she and Clara had been in that deific state, a hazy remembrance of an earthly pleasure she once indulged in. Beth was certain that both her and her friend had engaged in it during their ascension at some point, back when the Arca-goddess still indulged in creating avatars for herself in order to appreciate the more simple pleasures of a mortal life. Even as someone who entertained herself making multiversal clusters just for fun, the Rattata couldn’t put to words what she knew she needed… at least not until the absence of it triggered some sort of automatic, instinctual reaction within her: she was holding onto a massive rod, a colossal cock of unimaginable proportions, stroking it with all of her (very considerable) might… and yet there was nothing showering her. No juices, no fluids, no cum was barreling into her and leaving her body a glazed mess of spunk, or at least nothing that she could see! It was this singular moment of brilliant insight that gave her the horrible idea of expanding her body yet again, despite knowing that all three of them were already straining everything as it was.
There were a lot of calculations that had to be made, none of which actually were when Beth loosened her inner power and proceeded to utterly ravage the fabric of existence even more than it already was as she approached the size of Clara’s tail. Her friend had told her, countless aeons ago, that this was the ultimate limit, and at no point should she attempt to go past it; the background of reality had been turned into her fluff (or rather, her fluff had become the very backdrop of existence), and as such trying to break it would be a “very bad thing”. Unfortunately for all of them, Brad had decided to poke that floof with his shaft, which necessitated a mouth at least big enough to wrap itself around a pillar of manhood of such girth; Brad certainly seemed to think so, judging from how heavily he was shaking and how his moans were carried in all directions towards that fluffy barrier, interspaced with a few cries for more and a very confused man wondering whether he should call for his true love, or the Rattata servicing his cosmic-sized package at that very moment.
He seemed to settle for the latter after Clara let him know it was ok, and at that moment Beth knew she had definitively won, at least for the foreseeable future. With that cock’s tip right there for the taking, it didn’t even matter of Brad grew out to match its size; all the Rattata had to do was angle it so that the cum protruding from it would be funnelled into the cavern created by her neckbulk, and as long as those delicious juices weren’t forced to fly around the nothing for more time than it was necessary, then Beth could stabilize them for long enough to gorge herself on their delicious protein content. The results were as arousing as they were patently ridiculous; with her head stuck down a pit of almost unthinkable depth, it took quite a while before any of that flood of cum reached her, at which point so much had been funnelled down that it could conceivably never stop. All that Beth had to do was keep Brad in the same kind of lock as she had been and the Arca-god could just keep producing forever, giving her all the power she could desire and more… if Beth hadn’t made a promise to Clara. As intoxicating as the experience was, the Rattata did tell her friend that she wouldn’t go completely crazy; and besides, the bigger she got the harder it became to shrink back down in order to exist in lower dimensional levels. So as delectable and alluring as filling everything sounded, Beth had to lower her expectations a bit.
And just mostly fill things.
From where she “stood”, the mouse could see all the way to the other side of what constituted their reality, uncountable googolplex-parsecs away. If, she thought to herself, she could fill herself on Brad’s cum, it wasn’t at all inconceivable that she could make it all the way there. In fact, given how damn powerful that thing was, it was outright likely! The first gulp came with such an immense boost in power that even the Rattata had trouble putting it into perspective; she was already made up mostly of rippling muscle sculpted to maximize both its efficiency and presentability, so for each of her biceps to suddenly bulge out so hard that the rest of her body might as well be an atom in comparison was… surprising. At least the second and third gulps let her bring the rest of herself to the same scale, after which she felt something pressing against her back, something fluffy and warm and so inviting she almost felt like going to sleep right there and then: Clara’s tail.
It seemed impossible, but there it was: Beth had grown so much that she had reached the proverbial edge of their megaverse, and thus could go no further… backwards. There was still plenty of room in front of her, and thus the rest of her all-natural protein shake was focused completely on blowing her up with raw mass in the one direction she was allowed to go! This of course left Brad in the rather awkward spot of being smushed against his own dick after it was pushed forwards by the Rattata’s bulk, not really aware of what in blazes was going on and trying desperately to make some sense out of it. Between the sudden, multiple bouts of explosive growth, the existence of a third deity, heck, just the fact they were gods in the first place, his poor brain was so tired of trying to explain things that it was about ready to give up completely… unfortunately, this meant that something else had to take over, and in the absence of anything more rational or logical, the only thing left was, of course, his instincts.
This turned out to be a particularly poor idea for everyone involved, seeing as Brad’s subconscious really couldn’t care less about rules or limitations and was far, far more interested in tapping into the endless supplies of divine energy lying everywhere around them. The Arca-god understood something the Rattata didn’t, or perhaps chose not to: the tail was not the limit. Or rather, it wasn’t a real one, not like whatever lay beyond; Clara had only imposed it because she knew that anyone trying to go past that level of power would inevitably go a bit crazy with it, and was merely waiting for an opportunity to expand it. This much he didn’t know, as he wasn’t given the information, but considering the type of self-indulgent madwoman that his Clara was, he wouldn’t put it past her to have gone through all that trouble just so she could enjoy breaking through another limit, purely for the sake of it.
So his body pushed itself, knowing that it still had most of itself to give. Beth wanted a hefty dose of cum to gorge herself on? Then he’d just give it freely, it and so much more that the colossus of bulk would be stuck in an eternal cycle of bulging out and demanding more just so she could stabilize and equalize her size, all while he himself drew such vast quantities of energy from the process that a single pad on a single paw would be enough to completely smother the Rattata. He felt his head brush against Clara’s tail, the moment of panic that ensued being overtaken by his own bulk, which, while not as disproportionately engorged as Beth’s, still put hers to shame. Sure, the goddess might have made it so her body was so egregiously endowed that a single one of her pecs could contain uncountable amounts of her own head, but Brad’s size alone was enough to make even that comparison be meaningless. Anyone looking from the distance might see his regular bodybuilder physique be improved on itself, giving him far bigger muscles all over, but he was still person-shaped; just so unbelievably vast that even if Beth continued to grow at the rate she was and the Arca-god remained still, it would take the Rattata about as long to reach him as it would for multiversal bubble to grow big enough that any of them could see it: so long as to be utterly meaningless.
At that point, saying that Beth was being drowned in cum wasn’t even an understatement. Considering the sheer difference in size between the two of them, the Rattata goddess could happily fly around for millenia in a single direction inside a single one of the Arcanine’s balls and wouldn’t even get a fraction of a percentage point closer to the other end. And yet he kept feeding her, kept making it so that her bulk expanded in ways she never thought possible, while he himself profited even more off the exchange: a package that continued to grow regardless of how little anyone stroked it, a bulk that grew denser and more defined while his form burgeoned outwards with renewed mass and volume, a fur coating so dense that he could feel it as it moved independently of him; waving his arm around left what was effectively a motion blur made out of the impossibly thick forest of his own fuzz, and Brad had to be careful not to bring his nose too close to it, as the musk was so powerful it could potentially overpower him if he wasn’t careful!
It was around this time that Brad, the conscious Brad, returned to the scene, only to witness himself at a scale so vast and grand that he immediately went under again, allowing the animalistic beast within to resurface, eager for another go at his own growth. Without anything or anyone to stand in his way, the only thing that could ever stop him would be if Clara herself showed up and ordered him to… but she didn’t, so clearly that must mean he was destined for greater heights! He was stuck in that mode of thinking for what felt like several eternities, and would’ve remained there if not for something he truly never expected.
Off in the distance, where once he only saw darkness after breaking through the shell of tailfloof, he began to notice something was off about the backdrop of reality. It wasn’t non-existent, or reflective, or absorbent; it was bright, warm, inviting… and fluffy too. It took several more jumps in size, at which point he was as big compared to Beth as Beth was to quantum foam, before he began to tune in and realize just what he was looking at: it was Clara. But not just any part of her: their tail, their true tail, the one that marked the final edge of existence. The one that, regardless of how hard he tried and how quickly he bulked up, he simply couldn’t reach; each gigagoogolplex he gained seemed to make it go further and further away, until finally… he saw her.
The real Clara. Coming into vision, off in the distance, barely outlined against her own tail’s fluff. She was perfect, she was real, she was his to love. How could he ever have believed the one below him was the true Arca-goddess was beyond him; that, that… that glory that his eyes beheld, that was Clara. The love of his life, her eyes glinting with tears as big as he was, so happy to have finally found him. The mistress of all existence, mother to all that was and could be.
They were finally going to be together.
Forever. | null | [] |
EMILY'S STORY - part 3
Okay, it's me, Emily Sterling, and my story has gotten out of hand here. This is part 3, and you still don't know why I'm miserable. So, I'm going to wrap this up, and the ‘Free Birds' story can move on.
In the first two parts, you know I talked about my ‘initiation' into my high school basketball team, AND I discovered a world of sex besides that I was having with my twin sister Kira - more on her later in this story.
About one month or so after the team initiated me, after the season was underway, and I'd even gotten into two games (yay! - although they were blowout wins for me to get put in the game by Coach Maria), Coach called me into her office after practice. She said that there were a couple of things that she wanted to go over with me, kind of a mid-season evaluation.
Coach Maria was about 30 years old, cute, with medium length brown hair, brown eyes, a cute ass and 34A breasts, and about 5' 9" tall. I didn't know much about her personal life, but I thought that she was a great coach, and she was respected by everybody. Anyway, she had me sit by her desk in a chair next to hers. She had an evaluation sheet, and she went over the areas that she thought I was strong in and where I could improve. But I really appreciated that she told me HOW I could improve in those areas. That’s one of the things that made her such a great coach.
There was a knock at her office door, which surprised me because I thought that all the other players had left. Coach Maria got up and opened the door, and there was a young woman of about 25 there, really cute, and very, very pregnant. She was pretty short, maybe 5' even, blonde hair, long and down on her shoulders, and enormous breasts, but I guess that’s not surprising considering she was pregnant. They hugged, and then, surprisingly, they kissed. Not a peck on the cheek type kiss, I mean a full bore, tongue in her mouth, ‘Emily and Kira alone in bed together at 2 AM' type kissing. I felt a tingle in my little pussy at seeing this, and wondered what was going on.
Coach ushered the woman in, and had her sit down in a chair with arms on it. She was wearing a maternity skirt and blouse, nothing too colorful, kind of beige all over. She plopped down with a sigh, looked at me, and smiled a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Nicole," she said, extending her hand to me, and so I shook it.
"Nicole's my wife," Coach Maria said, and my jaw DROPPED! Before I could say anything (which I guarantee would have ended up embarrassing me), Coach said, "Yeah, Emily, I'm a lesbian, and I'm married to another woman, which is what pretty much all lesbian women would do if they had someone they loved very much, and if they were allowed to get married to that person."
Of course, I rushed in to say something dumb. "Are you allowed to marry another woman?"
"Well, no, under the law we can't right now, but the pastor of our church is open-minded and realistic, and he married us ‘under God,' so as far as we're concerned, we're married. In order to have something like marriage in the eyes of the law, we've had to legally put everything in both names, like our mortgage, and cars, and all that. Frankly, it's a pain in the ass, but it's the only option available to us, at least until the law changes. And Emily, I’m trusting you to keep this to yourself, the school doesn’t know, and might fire me if they found out for sure."
I said, “It’s my secret Coach. I’ll never tell.” Coach and Nicole smiled at me.
"And as you can see, Nicole is pregnant. She was impregnated by a male donor friend of ours, and we're so excited about starting this part of our family." I thought about asking about that, but fortunately I recognized that there was no way I could venture into the impregnation thing without REALLY looking like an idiot. But, I thought about what a wonderful idea it was, for two women who loved each other to get married, and live happily together. A thought began percolating in the back of my head, and it would ultimately lead to my own misery.
"If you don't mind, Emily, Nicole came to see me, we're going out to dinner after I finish up here," Coach said.
"No, it's fine," I said, looking Nicole up and down. She was very lovely, and probably the pregnancy was a big part of that. She had a lovely glow all in her face, and I thought that her pregnant body was just about the most attractive thing I'd ever seen in a woman. Of course, I'd seen other pregnant women before, but never a pregnant lesbian, and I thought it was charming, and kind of exciting to me.
Nicole looked back at me just as intently, her dark eyes pulling me in. In a soft voice she said, "You're quite attractive Emily. You must have tons of boys after you..."
"Um, no, I'm not really interested in them," I said.
"Emily was initiated by the other girls on the team a month ago," Coach Maria told Nicole. "From what they've told me, she was very happy to be initiated." She looked at me frankly, and I blushed. I had never been sure what Coach knew of my initiation, and I figured it was a ‘don't ask, don't tell' kind of situation.
Nicole said, "Really...do you have any special...friends?" I knew what she meant. I didn't have any girlfriends, other than my sister Kira. We were fucking like mad, every chance we got, which was pretty much every night, but there was no way I could tell my Coach or Coach’s, uh, wife, that I was enthusiastically fucking my own sister.
"Uh, no," I said, looking down. Nicole leaned forward, and took my hands in hers. Her hands were warm and strong.
"Would you mind helping me out, Emily?" she said, in an even softer voice.
"What can I do?" I asked.
"We’re in the last month of the pregnancy, Emily, and that time puts a lot of stress on the mother-to-be. Our obstetrician tells us there's a couple of things we should do, to relieve discomfort, but I always need a partner. Maria usually takes care of it, but some variation would help, and frankly, make it a little more exciting for us both. And you, if you're interested."
"I'll do anything to help," I said.
"Well, it involves you jilling Nicole, to tell the truth," Maria said.
"‘Jilling?'" I said.
"Um, playing with her, to help her have an orgasm. It relieves the pressure on her uterus, and also stimulates her breasts. Would you be interested?"
"It sounds very exciting," I said. "If it would help, yes, I would!"
"Good," Maria said. She had me move my chair next to Nicole's, so that we were sitting side by side. Nicole looked at me lovingly, and gently took my hand, bringing it between her legs, under her skirt and the bulge of her stomach. It was warm and damp there, and I loved the feel of her pussy through the thin fabric of her cotton panties.
"Do you know how..." Maria began, and Nicole interjected, "Oh yeah, she knows!" as my fingers, long used to the touch of a wet pussy under them, whether mine or Kira's, had automatically begun tracing the outline of Nicole's swollen labia, and her already prominent clit. She was quite wet, as the soaked condition of her panties already testified.
"Oh, that's SO good, Emily," Nicole sighed as I stroked and caressed her. She slouched down a little in the chair, bringing her pussy to the edge of the seat. I slipped my fingers through the leg hole of her panties , and quickly found her slippery slit. "Oh, God!" Nicole exclaimed, as I slipped my finger inside her. I'm afraid at that point, we all kinda lost control.
I got out of the chair, and knelt in front of Nicole, lifting up her skirt so that I could look at her panties, with the big wet spot, and her swollen pussy lips very pronounced through the fabric, showing a ‘cameltoe.' Nicole held her skirt up so that I had my hands free, as she was very excited now, and open to what I might want to do. I put my fingers on the over-stressed waist band of her panties, and slipped them off her, Nicole lifting up her remarkably big bottom as best she could to allow me to strip her.
Her pussy was absolutely beautiful. It was an angry purple, all her parts swollen, I guess from the pregnancy and also from her excitement. I love a young girl's delicate pink pussy and clit, but a real woman's pussy is very thrilling and beautiful in its own way. I brought my face close to her, and I could smell Nicole's sexual musk wafting up straight to my nose. Maria, behind me, lifted up my practice shirt, and pulled it over my head, off me, then she unhooked my bra, and I shrugged it off, so that I was topless in front of these two women. I looked up at Nicole, and she glanced at Maria, and she nodded imperceptibly, as I brought my mouth to her hot, wet, swollen, mother-to-be cunt, and began lapping her for all I was worth.
Her pussy was very tasty, different from a girl's, I guess due to the pregnancy, but just as delicious. She was producing creamy clear liquid, almost faster than I could lick it up, but I loved the taste, and especially the thought that I had my tongue inside a pregnant woman’s vagina. My hands were on her hips, but Nicole took one of my hands, and placed it on her swollen belly, and the other hand on her enormous breasts. What a difference from a girl she was!
I felt something moving under my hand, and Nicole said, “Do you feel that, Emily? That’s the baby kicking!” I was thrilled to feel and be a part of such a primal component of womanhood, and I fell in love with that wonderful baby, and knew that I would want to be a mother some day, perhaps the way that Nicole and Maria had achieved it.
My other hand was on one of Nicole’s breasts, and her front was all wet. I stopped and glanced up - there were two big wet circles in her blouse where her nipples were. “Emily, Nicole is releasing milk, due to your stimulation of her,” Maria said. Wow!
I could only get Nicole to lift her legs a little so that I could suck on her clit, but fastened my lips on it and gently sucked her large pebble, causing Nicole to moan with pleasure. “Oh, that’s so nice, Emily, suck my clit, yeah! Put your finger inside me, fuck my little twat with your finger!” I jilled her with my fingers while I licked her, and groped around her boobs with my free hand.
Meanwhile, I felt Maria (I guess) pull down my gym shorts and panties, cool air hitting my naked, teen-aged girl’s ass. Her hands were all over my bottom, caressing my round, full butt, and my pussy tingled at the stimulation. Next I felt Maria caressing my clit, and I could already feel my lubrication running down the insides of my thighs.
Nicole soon came, and came, and came, tremors running through her thighs as jolts of pleasure arced from her clit to her brain, and back again. Her juices increased, and she actually gushed out some liquid onto my face, and into my mouth, some of which I drank, and some of which I wore. I looked up, and Nicole was unbuttoning her blouse, and unsnapping the cups of her bra, I guess it was made that way, and later they told me it was a nursing bra. Then she decided to just take it all off, the bra and her blouse. That was when I saw that she didn’t shave under her arms, and she had pretty big blonde bushes under each arm.
I could smell the odor of her perspiration and sex from under her arms, and I went wild with desire for her, and any other female who happened along while I was under the spell of her body perfume. I also decided that I would go without shaving that part of my body, something that my lovers ever since have said is their number one turnn.
Her breasts spilled out, and they were really big (but I already said that, didn’t I), and her nipples were giant, too, kind of long and thick. There were little tiny white spots, each about the size of a pinhead, maybe twenty or so, on the tip of each nipple, and I learned that that’s how milk comes out.
“Would you like to taste my milk?” Nicole asked, smiling at me. Would I?
I nearly yelled, “Yes!” Meanwhile, I felt Maria pulling my shorts all the way off my legs, so that I was completely bare now, except for a pair of white gym socks. Maria spread my legs, and I raised myself up to bring my mouth to one of Nicole’s breasts, her nipple slipping into my mouth, warm and wet on my tongue. I felt Maria’s bush behind me, on my ass, and from my initiation, I knew that meant she was naked and rubbing her pussy against me. Well, her pussy, and a cock like Cindy had used, big and long, but instead of slipping it into my ass (thank God!), she slipped it inside my dripping pussy from behind.
I’d never been fucked in my pussy from behind, but it felt really great, especially when Maria brought her hand around front, between my legs, and started lightly pinching my clit. God, she was slamming that hard rubber thing deep inside my pussy, and her hot body pressing into my ass, then following it up with her fingers on my clit, and I came about a thousand times, the rubber dick pulling out gallons of my cream every time Maria pulled nearly out of me, teasing me before slamming back hard inside me.
Meanwhile, Nicole was helping teach me how to drink her milk, telling me to suck gently and for a long time, then kind of milking her breast with her hand and fingers, and I’d get a small gush of sweet tasting mother’s milk, right from the mother! Then she’d have me switch to the other breast, and I’d suck that. I fell in love with the whole idea of being a mother, then, how fulfilling it really is to do something that no man could ever really manage, and to care for another person when they couldn’t care for themself, and watch them grow, and develop feelings, and everything.
We were happy like that for a while, Maria fucking me ‘doggy-style’ (she called it), and me sucking on Nicole’s boobs. But eventually, we all had to slow down, and I knew I was going to miss the feel of Nicole’s nipples in my mouth, her milk gushing, and the feel of Maria’s big dick inside me. We kind of just wound down, and rested a while. Nicole put her hand under my chin, gently lifted my face up, and looking me in the eyes, said, “Was that good for you, honey? Is there anything you want?”
I nodded, stars in my eyes - Nicole was my new hero! “Yeah, I’d like to smell under your arms...” Nicole smiled, and said, “Yeah, Maria likes that too.” I got up and sniffed in her hot, wet, hairy armpits and the odor drove me crazy, so that I was licking her pits, and it was almost as good as licking a hairy cunt, which is pretty cool, too.
Then Nicole said, “I have to go pee, Emily. Would you help me get there?” I shook my head up and down. “Sure,” I said. I got out of Nicole’s way, and put on my gym shorts and jersey. Nicole kind of swayed her way up to a standing position, rocking from one side to the other, then headed for the private bathroom right off Maria’s office.
I led her in, then positioned her over the seat, and guided her in for a landing. I giggled, it was kind of like the space shuttle joining with a space station, her giant ass docking with the tiny toilet seat. Then Nicole said, “Because of my pregnancy, my pee sometimes shoots out between the seat and the toilet. Would you mind putting your hand there to keep it from spilling out?” Well, I had been thinking about how much fun pee was since the initiation the month before, and nodded happily.
I slipped my hand inside the toilet, right below seat level, between her legs, and Nicole let her hot pee jet out. I was fascinated watching the sparkling golden liquid that her body had produced, and the salty smell, like the ocean near our home, but somehow ‘hot’ smelling, the comforting feel of her hot liquid running over my hand and fingers, and finally, the hissing sound her peeing made, coming out of her body, and hitting my hand and water. I found the whole thing highly erotic, and I actually came once or twice from it, without even trying.
After she was done, I pulled my hand out from between her warm legs, my fingers dripping golden dew, and brought it to my nose, then mouth, tasting it tentatively. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” Nicole spoke up, stirring my reverie. “Maria and I like to play with each other’s pee sometimes, too.”
I felt a tingle in my clit at the thought of Nicole and Maria doing pee play with each other, maybe even drinking each other’s hot pee! The things I was learning! I hoped that maybe Kira and I could do it, too. We finished cleaning up, then I went and showered (by myself, unfortunately), and went home, after saying goodbye to Maria and Nicole, and telling them how much I’d enjoyed our time together. They promised to invite me to the baby’s christening, and I hoped that maybe we could play again sometime, too.
I hurried home, with lots to think about. Kira noticed my mood as soon as I stepped inside. She is so perceptive, and so perfect. I really love Kira. I grinned at her, and promised I’d tell her all about it when we were in bed. Kira knew what that meant, as we always saved our sex talk for bed, when we could be naked and alone together.
So, later that night, there we were in bed together. We like to start out slow and easy, both of us wearing nightgowns. We moved closer together, feeling each other’s body heat, until we were just an inch or two apart, our faces so close. We looked in each other’s eyes, by the moonlight streaming in through the window - it was so romantic! I started telling Kira about the events of the day, just as I had told her about my initiation.
And just as had happened with her that time, Kira started kissing my face while I talked, then kissed her way down my body, me talking all the while, getting her, and me, hot. We started side by side, then I lay flat on my back while Kira kissed her way down my body, through my nightgown, the story getting hotter and hotter, just like the two of us.
Kira went all the way down to my feet, then she started kissing ME, meaning my skin, not the dumb ol’ gown, first taking each of my toes in her mouth and sucking on them like they were each little cocks. She does that only sometimes, but she already had me cumming by then. Then she moved aside the frontpening gown just a little, and kissed up my legs, each side of my calves, and my shins. The most exciting thing is that, while she’s kissing me, she’s stripping me naked in slow motion, from a completely night gowned teenage girl, to a completely naked dripping slut, by the time she finishes.
Anyway, she slipped my nightgown off my thighs, and my little pussy was now exposed, but Kira took her time, kissing my lightly tanned thighs, both on the outside, then the fronts of my thighs, lots of little kisses, with a little tongue here and there. Then, pushing the nightgown to either side of my hips, kissing along my hipbone on both sides, teasing my pussy and clit, that she knew damn well were begging to be kissed and licked. But Kira’s a lot more patient than I am. She moved the nightgown off from over my navel, and at least she fucked my inny navel with her tongue, which felt good, but didn’t make me cum. I was getting more tightly wound with the teasing.
Just when I got to the breast sucking part of the story (remember, I’m telling the story with Nicole and Maria that I just told you), Kira moved the night gown off my breasts, my nipples standing erect, of course, begging to be sucked. So, Kira did, but gently, softly, not hard and hurty like I wanted her to, which just made me that much wetter and excited. God, she’s such a bitch when she plays with me!
By this time, at least my whole front is naked and ready to rocket off at the slightest touch. So Kira gets off the bed, takes off her night gown, and I could see that she was naked. She is the most beautiful girl in the world, and in the moonlight, she looked like a black and white photograph of the greatest model or actress or whatever you can think of that you think is most beautiful, and my heart ached at the sheer magnificence of my sister. She pirouetted for me, knowing my eyes were riveted to her fantastic, feminine body, and her wanting to please me, too.
I could see her pussy glisten in the moonlight, as she gently fingered herself there, standing next to our bed, her fingers slowly pulling her cunt lips apart, showing me her shadowy pink interior, now rendered as a gray charcoal sketch, but her pussy fragrance filling in the blanks in what I could see in the dim light. I could hear her finger making sloshing sounds as her pussy approached its limits of how much of her moisture it could contain, before SHE would explode in pleasure.
When she brought herself to the heights of sexual readiness, as ready to cum at a stray breeze as I was, Kira carefully crawled back onto the bed, her head down by my pussy, but a foot above it, her sweet, sweet snatch above my head, a mile and twelve inches away. Then, when Kira judged the moment to be right, she whispered, “Emily, I love you,” and descended on me, her mouth immediately devouring my pussy, liquid bursting forth from my sex in an instant as I came time after time, beyond belief or memory, her wet, unbelievably fluid and hot center on my mouth, greedily demanding that my lips, tongue and mouth worship her, and me striving to please the holiest of all women, and, Kira be praised, me succeeding, my beautiful, wondrous sister whose name is Love, cumming and cumming and cumming without end, spraying her fluid onto me, her blessed sister.
In that act, lies the perfect moment of my life, the one time on my death bed that I will look back and say, “That moment was perfect.” And in that act lies the curse of my life, the one time that will torture me forever so long as I am condemned to trudge this blasted world of ash and cinder.
For I love my sister Kira, with a love blistering hot. I must be hers forever, serve her forever, or die trying. I want to be my sister’s wife forever, I want to bear her babies, as many as she desires. Do anything for her, serve her in heaven and on earth, seek only to bring her pleasure. I love Kira. Not as a sister, though I do, but as her lover, her mate, and I will never, ever love another like that.
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Surely, another golden statuette wouldn’t hurt, would it? Words to live by as the adventuress leaned into the alcove in the abandoned temple to try and snatch the suspiciously-gleaming idol, giving it a oncever before stuffing it in her travel pack. It was obviously some kind of fertility idol, considering the proportions on the clearly female body; not all too surprising, considering how old the temple was and just what it had been used for all those centuries ago. Content with today’s haul, Aleksi turns towards the exit and starts the arduous journey back to the nearest broker brave enough to touch several dozen pounds of golden artifacts. Dragging her haul was, as usual, a pain; the young lizard may be well-toned and fit, but she was still barely 5’5’’ and wearing heavy plate, making for an interesting challenge whenever she needed to drag something her own weight around. This time, however, she seemed to be having an easier time of it, barely huffing at all as she quickly found her way to the temple’s exit, unexpectedly hitting her head on the top of the stone passage after she forgot to duck, almost falling flat onto her tail as a result. Cursing her luck, it takes Aleksi a few moments to realize she wasn’t supposed to have hit the ceiling; she had had plenty of room going in, why was she struggling now? Squeezing through the passage and emerging into the sunlight outside, her questions would be answered once she got a good look at herself outside the dingy penumbra of the temple. Stifling a yelp, the adventuress saw something she’d never expected to see: her own scaly flesh, spilling out from a few of the joints on her legs and arms. She suddenly became keenly aware of how stuffed she was feeling inside of her own armor, but before they could do anything about it, a wave of oddly-pleasurable warmth washed over her, successfully forcing her off her feet and causing quite a racket as she tumbles down onto her loot-filled pack. Aleksi’s armor complains loudly as she sees her legs begin to lengthen in front of her eyes, the pain of growing out of the confines of her protective gear soon nullified as bits and pieces of the plate began to break off, outright flying off a few feet to the side after being bent out of a recognizable shape. Equal-parts alarmed and confusingly aroused, Aleksi had a front row seat to her lower body plumping up and filling out, her supple thighs spilling out from within her adventuring gear, struggling against their confines until, inevitably, the last bit of plate falls off to the side, leaving only the leather underneath… or, well, whatever was left of the leather, filled with rips and tears as it was from her growing form. As the seconds passed, her legs continued to gain inch after inch, her hips thickening and burgeoning outwards against the protests of the last bit of clothing protecting her modesty below the waist. Underneath, she could feel the change reaching her previously-flat rear, flesh multiplying upon itself as it struggled to keep up with her legs’ newfound size.
Above the waist, however, were just as many distracting sensations, with the same uncomfortable pressure building up as her whole body inexplicably grew in all directions. Aleksi’s powerful arms grew incredibly tight before they, too, broke apart the plate surrounding them, her powerful, heavy-set chestpiece riding up her torso as the moments went by, as easily as a cloth shirt being stretched. For the first time in her life, the lizard could feel something on her chest, her almost-nonexistent breasts pressing against the inside of her armor as they, too, began to not only match the growth spurt affecting her body, but to surpass it as well! It seemed as if they wanted to mimic her door-width thighs, making up for all that lost time they spent not being there as cup sizes were blown through as easily as the last pieces of her expensive protective gear were bent into an unrecognizable mess of useless steel. By the time the only thing on her was her increasingly-not-even-there leather armour and the chestpiece hanging off of her, Aleksi’s breasts were halfway down to where her navel would be and still growing! Unbelievable pleasure wracked her conscious mind as her body carried on with its inexorable growth, the lizard’s tail unconsciously wrapping itself around one of her legs, its tip teasing at her nethers without her even noticing. It, too, was lengthening considerably, growing even wider than her immense hips were. More and more she rose above everything around her, the ground becoming ever more distant even in her sitting position, her back scratching against the temple’s stone walls. Below her, the golden fertility idol finally stops shining with its unearthly glow, its job complete, a new host found for its power. Quite some time passed before Aleksi came to, breathing heavily as her head cleared enough for her to take stock of what had happened to her. Struggling to her feet, she almost fell forward before quickly adapting to her newfound center of gravity. The most noticeable difference, all things considered, was her height: from 5’5’’ to easily topping 12’ and matching the mostly-young trees in the woods around her and creating a bit of an issue as she had caved in the entrance to the temple behind her. Her body, meanwhile, was unrecognizable: her hips had flared out to an absurd degree, thighs having been blessed with enough extra mass that each one was easily twice as wide as the door she’d just broken had been. They were soft, incredibly so, sensitive to the touch as she traced her fingers across her smooth, scaly skin, up to an equally-vast, unendingly jiggly rear, each cheek easily bigger than Aleksi would’ve been in her original form, had she curled herself into a ball. Her chest blocked the view of the ground in front of her completely, two enormous, perky, full breasts occupying her chest all the way down close to her waist, easily jutting a couple of feet off each side of her if anyone looked at her from behind. Like her legs, simply existing seemed to send shivers up her spine, Aleksi not even daring to touch them for fear of what direct stimulation would do. At least the chestpiece was still there… though it was more of an undersized chestplate than anything else.
Down below, the fertility idol gleams brightly, humming softly as it, unbeknownst to Aleksi, once again reactivates. It was time to finish the job. | null | [] |
After a long wait, here is the fourth part. Sorry for the wait and thank you soo much to all you who have kept up with my stories Hope you enjoy.
Spencer returned through the lobby with his head hung low, the necklace clutched loosely in his paw. He flopped down in one of the cushy, red chairs and sighed. Daishu wasn't at the address and he thought that he had lost one of the best things he had ever had. Clyde walked over to the distraught roo, placing a sympathetic paw on his shoulder.
"It's ok... I know how you feel, but don't let it get you down. You'll find someone else. There are hundreds of others in here."
Spencer looked to the ground; his ears flopped down leaving a small sliver of his eyes uncovered. "I don't want anyone else...there is no one else for me...he was...perfect. And I threw it away." He took a deep breath and rose from the chair and walked towards the elevator. Clyde let him leave, not wanting to further upset him. Relationships weren't really Clyde's thing, despite how often he had watched them fall apart then try and mend them. In the Yado Chuya hotel, there was always some sort of drama or trial happening.
Clyde went back to his desk and continued his work when he saw Satsuma wondering around aimlessly. "Hey! What are you doing, Satsuma? Get back to work. I'm not paying you to just walk around and do nothing. Go upstairs and clean the Gym. It should be empty this time of day so you wont be...further distracted." Satsuma turned to face Clyde. There was a look of confusion on his face for a split second. He shook his head and smiled slyly.
"Sorry... forgot who I was for a second. Don't worry. The Gym will be spotless before you know it"
Clyde gave him a curious look and then went back to his papers. Satsuma gave a sigh of relief and walked towards the elevator. He looked into the mirror like elevator door and jumped, almost gasping.
"Oh yeah...I guess I did forget who I was for a second there." Daishu still had to get used to looking in a mirror and seeing Satsuma staring back at him. The elevator door parted and he got off at the Gym. To his surprise it was empty. Completely empty. He crept slowly among the weights and treadmills feeling a little out of place. The Gym didn't look too dirty to him. A few towels scattered about, dirty mirrors and something spilled in the corner, but other than that, it was clean. The roo sighed and started cleaning. All he wanted to do was be with Spencer and nothing else. 'This must be my punishment. If this is what it takes to see Spencer again, I'll gladly do this a thousand times over.'
A small, almost banging sound came from somewhere in the gym. Satsuma looked around what he thought was an empty gym. He stood up cautiously, his fur standing on end. "H-Hello? Is someone there?" A scraping sound echoed from the locker room. Something deep down told him to run, but his curiosity got the better of him. Slowly, he made his way over to the locker room entrance.
The smell of water and wet fur that lingered in the room enticed Satsuma's nose. A low murr soon echoed from somewhere nearby. Satsuma turned the corner and a certain, musky smell hit his nose. He looked around and saw something that he didn't expect to see. A green dragon had a lion pinned to the ground. Both were moaning and the dragon was steadily thrusting his lengthy cock into the lion's tailhole. Satsuma ducked quickly back behind the corner, but he had already been spotted.
"You can join...if you want" the dragon panted. Satsuma stood against the wall, not entirely sure what to do. He tried to pretend that he didn't hear the dragon.
"Talking to yourself again, Dante?" came the lion's pant
"No. There's a roo behind that wall over there. I saw him looking on and thought he might be lonely."
There was a moment of silence and then the lion spoke again. "Well come out then. We don't bite...unless you like that." Satsuma peered around the corner and saw the dragon's cock fully inside the lion. Both were panting quite heavily and looking up at Satsuma. The lion smiled and was the first to speak.
"My name is Kevin, and this fine dragon ontop of me is Dante." Kevin ran a paw over Dante's scales lovingly. Satsuma was surprised that Kevin was having a conversation in the middle of sex. Though he was even more overwhelmed that the two had stopped what they were doing and invited him to join.
"And you're name would be..." asked Dante. Satsuma blinked, snapping back to reality and smiled. "Oh, sorry... My name is D-...I mean Satsuma"
There was a brief silence and Kevin flipped over, moaning softly as he twisted around the large dragon cock. When he gathered himself, he looked up, now on all fours, and asked "So, Satsuma...do you want to join us?"
Before he could answer, Dante reached his claw up and with one movement, slid down Satsuma's pants. "Of course he wants to join."
Satsuma looked around and threw off his shirt. He saw Kevin's member dripping with pre and soon found his own sheath bulging. Kevin reached a paw up and slowly began rubbing Satsuma's sheath, bringing him to his knees. Satsuma moved under Kevin, feeling the lion's rock hard member pressing lightly against his tailhole causing him to give a slight shudder. He felt a pair of soft, scaly claws run down his chest and along his steadily emerging member. Satsuma still wasn't completly sure he wanted to do this but before he could object Dante grabbed tightly around his hips and thrust deeply into Kevin's tailhole, forcing Keven to slide his lengthy member deeply inside the roo's waiting hole.
Kevin moaned and wrapped his arms around Satsuma, pulling himself deeper into Satsuma's warm, tight tailhole. Dante's claws slowly worked their way over Satsuma's now throbbing member. The three moved in perfect sync, causing a chain reaction of pleasure throughout their bodies. Satsuma moaned out and slowly moved his tail up to slide it into Dante's seemingly lonely tailhole, forcing past his tight pucker. This caused Dante to writh and thrust faster which served to increase the lust of the other two. The mass of fur and scales rocked back and forth as one. The thrusting and moaning increased as all of their climaxes neared. Satsuma thrust his throbbing member deeply into Dante's slicked paws as Kevin's cock pulsated deeply inside him. Dante gave a large thrust and his hot dragon seed flooded into Kevin's tight lion hole. The orgasm flowed like a tidal wave, sweeping from Dante to Kevin and finaly to Satsuma. They all panted heavily and collapsed ontop of Satsuma.
They laughed and slowly pulled free, giving satisfied murrs. Satsuma grabed Dante's paw and licked his warm roo cum off the scaled fingers. Dante smiled and rubbed under Satsuma's chin.
"Cute little thing, isn't he Kevin?"
Kevin nodded, stretched, and stood up. "That he is, but you can't keep him...remember what happened last time you had a pet? Besides, we should all get cleaned up. I'm sure the little roo has to get back to work."
They all walked to the showers and washed away the heavy smell of musk from their bodies. Satsuma wasn't used to showering with others but since he had yiffed them then it didn't really matter what else they did. He was starting to get comfortable with the whole carefree attitude of the hotel. He was begining to like it. They all idly talked and got to know eachother while their showers wrapped up. Satsuma slipped into his bellhop outfit and bidded his new friends farewell. They all promised to meet up again sometime soon. Satsuma finished picking up around the gym and headed toward the elevator just as two rather buff lions strod into the gym. They shot Satsuma, Dante, and Kevin suspicious looks but then continued to the weights.
Satsuma waited in the elevator as it decended to the loby. He needed to find out what next to do. The faster he got things done, the faster he could find and be with Spencer. The mirror like doors parted and he was flooded with the bustling sound of the loby. He walked slowly through the lobby, a few random furs smiling and licking their lips, examining him closely before waving. Satsuma blushed and waved nervously back wondering what type of life Satsuma must've lived. A skunk crept up behind him and gave him a firm slap on the rear and whispered in his ear.
"Hey there sexy little roo. Hard to keep track of you. Care to finish what we started the other night?" The skunk's voice was heavy with lust and his paws ran along Satsuma's thigh and around his tail base, giving his rear a light squeeze. Satsuma jumped and felt uneasy and yet pleased at the same time. Despite his better judgement, he gave a soft murr and looked up at the slightly taller skunk.
"Sure...just not right now...later tonight, ok?" and with that, Satsuma leaned up and kissed him softly and walked off toward the main entrance. Clyde was situated behund his desk as usual, filing papers and scribling down notes on a large notepad. His eyes shot up from the papers and fell upon Satsuma and he raised his hands up frustratingly into the air.
"There you are! I wouldn't think that cleaning the gym would take that long. I guess it wasn't as empty as I thought. You really should show some restraint and don't go yiffing everyfur that's nice to you or gives you a tempting look. I don't want to see you get hurt."
Satsuma only nodded and scratched behind his head. "Yes but I didn't do anything. I just watched and then they pulled me in."
"You never do anything do you? Like the time I caught you litteraly with your pants down in the water park. What was it then?... Oh yes! You're swimming trunks fell off after diving in and that otter was just drying you off. Now, do you think you could keep your pants on long enough to take this food to room 3650? And get back here quickly. I need you to do a few more things before the end of your shift, ok?"
He handed Satsuma a small plate covered with a wide silver lide and rushed him through the doors. The numbers '3650' were imprinted on the lid. Satsuma studied it carefully. He had the strangest feeling that he remembered the number from somewhere. He just didn't know where. Then, after a few more moments of gazing upon the number it hit him. He knew where he herd that number before. It was Spencer's room number. He all but ran to the elevator and once again felt once again felt great anticipation and felt a great urn for the elevator to decend. He hopped in and pounded the button and bounced on the balls of his large feet.
When the dorrs parted, he rushed through the hallway and knocked on the door furiously. There was some rumbling behing the door and the soft click of a lock opening and the door slowly opened. Spencer stood half awake in the door way. The rest of the room was darkened and his fur was a little messed. He had nothing on but a pair of pale blue boxers and his eyes were slightly blood-shot. The fur around his eyes was matted down and it was apparent that he had been crying for some time. Satsuma handed him the plate and tried hard to keep himself from pouncing dispite Spencer's obvious depressed state.
"Room service...how are you doing Spencer?" he smiled happily as it grew harder to restain himself. Spencer seemed to be in a stupor and took the plate, stepping in for a second to set the plat on the bed before returning to the door way, leaning against it for support. He gave Satsuma a fake smile and spoke softly.
"Daishu's gone...he was one of the only furs that I truely loved...I'm so stupid..."
"It's going to be alright. You'll find another."
"No I won't. You don't get it...I lost the best thing that ever happened to me...All because I went and kissed you...and he saw...and now he's gone. I'll never find anyone like him. He was perfect..."
Satsuma stepped close to him and placed his arms around him and kissed him softly, wanting to press deeper into the kiss but fearing the conciquences if he did. Spencer relaxed a little and Satsuma could taste alchohol on his breath. Spencer gently pushed Satsuma away and took a step back into his room.
"No. I can't...it caused me so much trouble last time..."
"Don't worry...nothing will happen. I wont let it." Satsuma placed his paws on Spencer's furry chest and stepped into the room. He closed the door slowly with his thick tail and kissed Spencer once more and searched around for the light switch.
"Satsuma don't..."
"You can't just sit here in the dark, now can you?"
The light flicked on and illuminated the room. Empty beer bottles were scattered around the floor and two knives laid askew on the bed. The necklace Spencer had planned to give Daishu was rested next to the blade points. Satsuma looked shocked and stared at Spencer, slightly confused.
"What is all this? What were you doing before I came here?"
Spencer didn't answer. He just quietly moved over to the bed and sat down, eyeing the blades carefuly. He picked one blade up slowly, turning it and watching the light dance and reflect off the cold metal. The glint of the metal seemed to entrance him as he twirled it in his paw. For a moment, he seemed oblivious of Satsuma. The horror of what Spencer planed to do slowly sunk in and Satsuma slowly walked over, placing a paw on Spencer's leg.
"Spencer...put the knife down. You don't want to"
"Don't tell me what I do or do not want to do." Spencer jerked his leg from Satsuma's touch and glared at him through watering eyes and gave a quick laugh. "You have no idea how I feel. To you, I was just some afternoon fun, just like all the others you've been with... I know because I was the same way..." His head hung low and his body fell limp as if all the energy had suddenly been sucked from the distrought roo. "That is until I met Daishu." He spoke softly just above a whisper.
Satsuma suddenly regreted his deal with Ketsu and wished he had just went back to the hotel. Now he was on the verge of losing his one and only love and there was little he could do to stop it from happening. A wave of dispare washed over him and he had never before felt so helpless. He gazed deeply at Spencer and flashes of the past few days played through his head, giving him a new sence of meaning. He had broke free from Ketsu and Toby then made a pact with Ketsu and all of that was for Spencer. Satsuma could not let all that effort go in vaine. He was so close. He would not lose Spencer, not again. He grabed the knife in Spencer's paw, gripping it tightly by the blade, wincing as a small trickle of blood ran from his paw. "I wont let you do this."
Spencer turned, a little shocked at Satsuma's actions but still held a firm grip on the knife. Satsuma leaned up and kissed Spencer deeply, rubbing the back of his head. The kiss only lasted a second, but it seemed a lifetime to Satsuma. The two roos stared deeply into eachother's eyes, each peering into the other's soul. Spencer saw something familiar that he couldn't quite make out in Satuma's eyes. Something different from the kiss they shared in the food court. He felt a sence of happieness and love that he had only felt around one other fur... Daishu. Spencer's eyes widened and his jaw dropped and he jumped back, dropping the knife and nearly falling off the bed.
"It can't be...You're not...Are you...D-Daishu?" Spencer stammered, the dispare lifting a little from him. Satsuma wasn't sure what to do. He knew that if anyone were to discover that he was Daishu then the pact would be voided and would require a sacrifice. But could he convince Spencer that he was not Daishu? Even if he could, would he want to? Spencer scooted closer to Satsuma, lacing his paws with Satsuma's and looking deeply into his eyes, searching for any confirmation to his question. He smiled and hugged Satsuma tightly, crying onto his shoulder.
"I know it's you, Daishu. My love...I can feel it in my very soul." (to be continued...) | Yado Chuya Hotel: Ch.4 by Soen | [
"Dragon",
"Kangaroo",
"Lion",
"M/M",
"M/M"
] |
(M tf Wolf)
Remus was a bit of a knucklehead. He did well enough in school to graduate juuust barely. What he lacked in intelligence though he had in looks. He took good care of himself and would often space out while working out and listening to audio books. If you asked him a fairly simple math question he couldn't tell you the answer, but ask him about a fantasy novel that came out in the last ten years and you bet he knows. He won't win a talent contest, but he could probably snap your arm off in an arm wrestling match.
Unfortunately with no particular talents or intellectual focus, this left him with limited options when looking for a job. He was pretty charismatic, so he tried to some podcasts, trying to become a content creator on the internet. It was a job that took a lot of time and dedication, but was not very hard to do, and was mostly reliant on luck and word of mouth. Unfortunately the podcast scene was a bit over-saturated, and few listened to his. So then he decided to maybe try streaming games. The problem there was he only streamed classic games, because current games are expensive and the whole reason he is streaming in the first place is to get money. But not too many people were floating around the streaming services to watch a 25+ year old video game. But this was when the answer finally found him. On one of his low populated streams one of the women watching asked him if he would take his shirt off for a tip. Remus shrugged and did it, and she dropped him a $10 tip. Short while later, she asks what else she can convince him to take off, and several other viewers chime in. Remus jokingly said it was against the rules of the streaming site and he would have to go over to another place to stream that, and the woman offered him $100 to do it.
So, long story short, now Remus streams regularly on TO2TO; Take Off To Turn On. Every two or three days he will pop on, listen to some slow bassy music, talk a bit to the viewers and do a little strip show and masturbate on camera, and make enough money to scrape by the rest of the month in a single stream. He was pretty good at hiding it, but even now after having done it many times Remus was still terribly embarrassed. He always told himself they are the ones looking at it for porn; they are the ones who paid him to make this happen. Maybe it was that little bit of extra tension from his embarrassment that helped fuel him. A subconscious turn on perhaps. Whatever the case- the formula worked. His avatar and identity as PackLeader also evolved more from his audience than from himself. They noted the wolf poster on his wall in the background and a wolf sticker on the side of his PC tower, and eventually they started calling him a wolf, and spamming a wolf emote in chat when he hit climax. So eventually he called himself PackLeader and his audience were his pack. For a pretty absurd amount of money they even convinced him to get a tattoo on his shoulder because he had been talking about always wanting one but never having the balls to settle on anything to get. So they paid for it many times over to get a tattoo of a wolf biting into a full moon as if it were a dog catching a Frisbee. He thought that would be the extent of it, but today a package arrived for him one of his bigger fans ordered for him. With no idea what it could be he was half afraid to open it and even listened to the package before opening it to see if he could hear ticking. What he found inside was a dildo! And not just any dildo, a canine phallus. It was made of what looked like black latex rubber and what he passed off as a manufacturers seal of some sort around the base of the phallus; was actually a spell inscription. Long forgotten was another discussion with his fans over the use of transformative magic in his streams. Some porn sites had stepped it up a notch and catered to more exotic fetishes, using magic to transform and show off more bizarre forms. Remus told them he was not against the idea, especially since such spells are all temporary- but he did not have that sort of money. Even a quick transformation spell you were looking at quite a bit of money. You could transform for much cheaper if your purchased the runes and stones to do it yourself, but then you were looking at a gigantic price to buy those in return for easy transformations from then on.
And so while he was a bit nervous to try such a thing on stream, it would seem rude not to. They were paying for a show, and had paid for the toy too. He asked in chat who was the one who sent the toy but no one person came forward. He had never used anything other than a finger to stimulate his prostate before so he leaned back quite a bit in the chair, and angled the phallus so the suction cup on the base snagged enough on the chair seat to hold it still, even though the canine cock was tilted almost horizontal at his butt. The seat of his chair was fabric so it would not have stuck normally anyway. Nervous to try an actual toy, and doubly embarrassed now to put on a show with it. There was something about putting an actual phallic object in him that seemed even more embarrassing than usual. It was not that he was against the idea though. As usual, in on window he had porn open in the other his stream and chat. There was one particular old porn flick he always went back to about a woman getting lost in the woods and being ravaged by wolves, who of course have sex with her instead of eating her. It was an older film so they did not have the magic or budget to pull off real wolves- it was actually just dressed up dogs. Still, the fantasy was real in his head. Holding his body in that pulled back, bent over position took concentration, so without even thinking about it, he slid the dildo in further as he relaxed and worked over his shaft. He could feel the pressure approach his actual prostate as the dildo pressed in on the tubing connecting it all, and the pressure was felt as a firmness that followed all the way up to the tip of his actual shaft. The dildo was not very big, and the knot subdued so it was not that difficult to get it in. It was actually just the right length to sit nicely against his prostate once the knot popped in. What he was unable to see though was the runes around the base start to glow- his audience had a great view though.
Remus' camera was on his monitor pointed almost straight down, so with his chair pushed back a bit to put his feet up on the edge of the table, his face was a bit out of the picture. The audience had a great view of his solid abs and dick, and because of the way he sat this time- his ass too. To Remus it felt like his insides were sucking in a bit, as if trying to milk the dildo for all its worth. He actually let go of his penis and just loosely held it in place with his thumb only to make sure he did not go over the edge so quickly. Pre glistened on the head, leading a trail down onto his lower gut just under his navel. What he felt was actually the phallus itself growing! Now that the runes activated, it was swelling to perfectly fit his insides. He squirmed and moaned as the canine dick dug deeper. He noticed something amiss when the knot at the base started to swell up too. It was quite subtle when he put it in but suddenly he could feet the steep difference in girth! As the cock swelled even larger, he could feel it working its way up and seen a slight bulge in his lower gut where it was prodding him on the inside! When Remus concentrated he could actually feel veins throbbing on its surface! It was latex rubber when he put it inside of himself but it now very much felt like a flesh and blood penis inside of him! In a bit of panic he grabbed the suction cup on the base and tried to pull it out, but as if in reaction to his resistance the knot swelled even larger! Since its in charge of keeping the gates closed; the sphincter is the final ring of muscle at the end of the anus, and does not stretch nearly as far as all the rest of the muscle ribs, so if the object grows too big on the opposite side of it- it gets stuck. He tried to relax his butt as much as possible, took a deep breath and grabbed the base and yanked again! Again, it grew quickly to defy him, and the spherical shape of the knot grew so large it actually slid even further up into him, pulling the suction cup at the base flat against his anus so he could not even grip that properly!
It was so gigantic now he could not keep his torso bent like that, because the solid shaft of meat was forcing his lower body straight. It was throbbing quickly now, Remus could tell it was about to climax- assuming it had that ability, since it lacked a prostate or balls. When he straightened his torso a bit more he momentarily seen stars in his vision as his poor prostate managed to pop out from around the gigantic knot, and fit perfectly into the crook between knot and shaft! Remus groaned as he too was approaching climax, but the dildo got there before him apparently! He could feel hot heavy waves of thick, sticky fluid blasting out from the dildo and coating his insides like a layer of paint! It was not cum though- there was no where for semen to come from! His own dick started to shoot ropes of cum straight up into the air because of his position, just clearing the edge of his chair but not reaching his table. He felt his prostate throbbing harder than ever before, thanks to the dildo cradling the side of it. His orgasm also did not taper off when he thought it would, it just kept going! Remus was getting breathless as he concentrated on his unusually long orgasm, not even watching the cheering in chat- or hearing the chime from donations coming in at an almost constant pace! It felt like something flowing into his prostate even as it emptied out! Whatever the dildo was ejecting was not only filling his guts, it was somehow saturating through his intestinal lining and getting into his prostate! Now the urethra stiffened further than usual and the continuing flow of cum felt like it was dragging more on the inside! Was he was feeling was actually a separate sensation entirely- his urethra itself was growing.
The urethra of Remus' shaft started to grow longer than the shaft itself, pulling outward and causing the glans to deform to keep up. It formed a bit of a point on the end of his penis now, which caused the dip on his helmet shaped glans to become much more extreme and turn into a slight divot. It did not take a rocket scientist to recognize the shape it now had, so even Remus caught on- that is the head of a canine phallus! His dick seemed to scrunch up a bit with a very odd feeling. The outward pressure increased and because the cum was still flowing through, it almost felt like his cum was forced back in for a split second before able to resume. His dick became very slightly shorter but tremendously fatter, making it almost bulb shaped! He was confused a moment before Remus' head bucked back as he moaned loudly at his ceiling and his dick started to lengthen; but only from the foreskin onward- the shaft below the foreskin remained bulb shaped! This caused his pleasure to spike to near-painful levels as the nerves were forced to stretch quickly to keep up. The veins under the surface became more and more visible, looking like a complex web of thin purple as the color of the shaft itself turned redder from the increased blood flow. The flow of cum slowed to a trickle, but the powerful throb of pleasure in his shaft prevented it from going soft just yet. His pubic hair was trimmed back quite a bit since he was showing his junk off to an audience regularly, but now it quickly grew back- thicker but not so much longer. What had been subdued pubes instead grew in as thick pale grey fur, and encapsulated his balls as well. Once they were snugly wrapped in their fur blanket, his balls gave a few pleasurable pulses of their own and grew a bit themselves. The fur then spread up his shaft to the end of his foreskin before finally stopping! Remus groaned in a bit of discomfort at the foreskin of his dick felt like it was being stretched too far. When he looked down he seen the bulge at the base had grown even more massive, like half a softball on either side of his shaft. He grabbed the foreskin and pulled it back- it took some effort because of the size of the object inside of it but he managed to do it. Once it was halfway out the roundness allowed it to pop fully out with ease- it was a huge canine knot! His foreskin was now a sheath! That means his sheath alone is almost as long as his cock used to be, on top of a softball sized knot, and then a full canine cock on top of that. His penis in this form was around three times bigger than it was as a human!
Now if you think he would be able to settle down at this point, you'd be wrong. While it may have taken some time to explain, that transformation only took the span of a whole 45 seconds of his time, and there was still plenty going on in the rest of him. As the fluid pumping inside of him climbed impossibly higher from the dildo, it caused his organs to squirm and change along the way. Remus could not see, but the suction cup on the very base started to deform, getting pulled into him further almost looking like it was forming an opening of its own! His torso started to feel even more stiff and awkward as his organs churned, forcing him to burp a few times unexpectedly as trapped air was forced out from all the movement. It almost felt like the liquid was gushing up into his stomach now! That was impossible though... right? There was no way it held that much, and if that much liquid was trapped in his lower body it should be in considerable pain from the weight of the dense fluid. But he could only feel where the liquid level currently was- as if it were a single wave travelling slowly up his body, rather than a steady flow filling him. The suction cup pulled in and completely vanished- the shiny smooth surface slowly fading into his skin which was also black there now too- as if the dildo had been absorbed into his flesh. His anus thanks to this was now mildly triangular in shape... a canine anus. You could now stick something else up there- the dispersal had been cloaked in all the other feelings around it so he did not notice fully or have the time to think on it; but there was no longer a dildo inside of him. The wave of magic fluid flowing up him was all that was left of it, the rest had already been converted and absorbed. The fur in his crotch slowly started to spread. His tail bone started to wiggle on its own into a thick little fuzzy nub. Finally his erection started to leave, the knot shrinking down first before the shaft itself was dragged back into its new fuzzy home.
Remus tried to reach for the edge of his table but could not bend his torso right now. He took his legs off the table edge and rocked into a proper upright position and as soon as he did he jumped a bit in his seat as he heard a sharp pop from his hips that sent a vibration up his entire skeletal structure. His thighs folded closer together, and then became wider! His thighs were just as thin but more wide, making them a bit more disc shaped as his hip bones folded, making his pelvis much deeper but more narrow at the same time! Because of how his leg bones joined his pelvis, this made his femur seem shorter than it had been, even though its actual size was the same. He wiggled his feet and Remus' eyes widened as he seen them start to stretch much longer! His tail bone stretched even longer, the fur on it becoming a bit bushy now, and much darker grey than his crotch. He rocked forward a bit, and unintentionally helped himself by pushing down on the chair with his still forming tail. Remus was going to ask chat how far this transformation was going, because someone in chat was the one behind it, but as soon as he tried to use his voice it felt like the liquid surged up into this throat! His neck felt strange and became a shape longer and the wave surged up into his mouth! He clamped his mouth shut thinking he was going to throw something up but only the feeling of the wave entered his mouth- there was no actual fluid at all. The changes exploded in strength however, following closely to the wave! It was slow to take his limbs because they were much further out from the initial flow, but the flow directly entered his mouth!
The pressure started in top and bottom jaw, causing him to groan through grit teeth. The audience spammed his wolf emote even more as they watched the glistening surface of his teeth expanding! His teeth started to grow, more toward the base, causing them to also sharpen into fangs at the ends. As the ends narrowed the teeth started to slide against each other and fit together like a jigsaw puzzle rather than sit on each other's points. This forced his face to stretch to make room however. The end of his nose compressed to not stick out as far forward, which caused the very bottom to push further down to be level with his upper lip and the flesh rapidly started to darken and become textured. Remus let out several odd sounds like a mix of a howl and a growl mixing to try and produce English, but failing. The bridge of his nose expanded greatly, but started to flatten down a bit as well. This caused the bridge to simply equalize and vanish into the overall expansion of his entire skull as his face dragged out longer. He snapped his teeth together several times, trying to appease the muscles in his jaw feeling cramped from rapid growth. Remus leaned further forward without quite meaning to, which put his growing muzzle even closer to the camera- but still allowing the audience to see on either side of it how his arms were now turning. A shadow of coming fur started to creep down his arms and his hands stretched further. His digits became plumper causing them to squeeze together more, and the base of each finger as well as the tip swelled downward into a squishy thick pad of black skin to protect against walking on the ground. While his fingers followed the rest of the hand, his thumb remained where it was causing it to regress from the rest and turn into a nearly useless dew claw that could not even reach the actual ground.
As the fur wrapped around his torso his midriff and ribs started to equalize, and his muscle structure shifted so his abs were no longer quite visible. When the nipples and areola on his chest started to fade away, six dots appeared along his stomach area. On a male canine discolored spots are the only indication of nipples at all- they do not project. Once these changes finished and his fur grew past his belly he was once again able to bend his torso because the muscles were not tensed from change.
Remus' ears twitched on their own as the cartilage inside thinned tremendously and the ears became more pointed and thin, like triangular dishes to cup and capture sound. The muscle from his jaw expansion branched under the surface and created new fibers for the base of his ears that did not even exist before; enabling him to pivot and shift his ears around. As soon as his ears gained mobility they moved down and to the sides- practically facing the floor. He made a cry that unintentionally came out as a loud low 'woof' as he pulled back away from the camera and crossed his eyes in an attempt to see. His entire face started to feel prickly and a bit itchy and he made several comical expressions in reflex. Fur started to grow, but it first grew in, in the same way human facial hair would have grown. So he first grew a short beard, then it spread up his jaw and got very bushy at the sides giving him massive mutton chops, and only then did the fur collapse into the rest of his face in one fell swoop. A bit more noticeable because of their girth were his whiskers. They are more hidden on a wolf than a dog, because wolves have a lot bushier fur than many breeds of dog, but they do still have whiskers. A few tiny ones on his chin, many on either side of his chops and then two on each eyebrow. A near black line of fur traced where his human eyebrows were and divided the white fur underside and front of his face from the darker grey back fur. His hair turned colors to match the fur and regressed till it was the same length, at the same pace the fur around it grew till the two matched. On another canine his blue eyes might have looked off, but on a wolf they were normal. His face finished changing at about the same time his feet finished turning to paws. Then he flopped backward in his chair, flipping his now fully grown bushy tail around to drape off the front and held his arms out limp in front of himself, so the audience could watch along with him as they finished transforming. They were the most remotely connected to the original site of entry for the magic so they were the last to turn.
Remus made a few odd grumbling sounds again trying to communicate, then sat up and flopped himself over to reach the keyboard again. As a wolf he was actually a tiny bit larger than he was as a human. He mashed the keyboard a few times attempting to type messages to chat. He could not divide his digits enough to type with paws. With enough concentration he was able to lift one away enough from the others that he could use the very end of one of his blunt black claws to peck a few messages out to chat. The wolf pack finally had an actual wolf leader! It was quite a sight watching a feral wolf tap out messages on a keyboard while sitting in a gamer chair. The person who sent him the toy never did come forward, but the way people were talking made Remus think it may have been a group effort. Several people probably put together a fund to buy the enchanted phallus and send it to him. It would apparently only last till midnight that night. Of course, they would always have the VOD. | null | [] |
*All characters portrayed are 18-yearsld or older.*
Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked across the tousled bed at the mess she'd made last night. Her plan to go out and find something young and eager didn't go nearly as planned, and after a night desperate trolling from bar to bar, she ended up where she was now: naked and alone on her bed with her sex case open on the bedside, her various toys strewn about. She rolled over and pulled a large black dildo from beneath her and stared at it for a moment, not sure whether to thank him or rue him. Either way, she eventually concluded as she tossed it aside, he'd made her cum.
She got up and did a quick fix of her thoroughly JBF-ed hair, put on her robe and went downstairs to make coffee. On the machine she saw that it was 10:15, and she felt only a twinge of guilt for wasting a few precious Saturday morning hours on her self-indulgent Friday night binge. Walking down the hall she opened the front door and did a quick scan for the paper, wondering whether or not she'd have to do her own little walk of shame to retrieve it. Seeing no sign of it she stepped out and checked the shrubs, finally finding it ten feet from the door, wedged in the junipers. "Fucker," she said out loud as she bent over to retrieve it. When she stood up and turned around she noticed an attractive young woman three condos down staring at her. It wasn't anyone she knew, and couldn't imagine any of her mid-life neighbors entertaining a girl that young, but remembering how she was dressed she gave a quick wave and stepped back inside, only slightly mortified.
Ten minutes later as she sat at the table blindly reading the paper, the doorbell rang. Her first impulse was to ignore it, but then she remembered the pretty girl and put it together. Her second impulse was to ignore it again, sure that she'd only be asked to contribute some silly amount of cash to this or that silly cause, but then remembered that not only had she been seen, there was an attractive opportunity standing on her porch. With nothing better to do with her lonesome morning than read the paper, she got up and went to the door.
"Hi," said the perky young thing, plain and pretty in her no-nonsense jeans and high school jacket. She spoke of being with some sort of music program at such and such school, raising money for a trip to someplace uninteresting and blah, blah, blah. All Susan was thinking about, as she stood in the open doorway leaning against the jamb in her slightly opened robe, was this charming girl's jeans, her darling jacket, and what she might find underneath if she either asked nicely or donated enough money. At some point the girl stopped talking, and she found herself on the awkward end of a long silence. Her alpha-female kicked in and told her just what to say.
"Absolutely, honey. Come on in for a second and we'll see what we can get for you." She stepped back and extended her arm into the entryway, ushering the girl in and opening her robe further, all in one graceful motion. She shut the door, but didn't bother doing the same with her robe as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.
"Come on back, dear, it's fine. You've seen me twice now in my worst Saturday morning get-up, so there's no embarrassment left between us. Have a seat, I'll get my check book." The girl followed along to the kitchen, but only stood still, looking about, unsure, as Susan opened a drawer and searched for a moment or two before finding the thin leather fold beneath a mass of jumble papers. She came back over to the table and plopped down into a chair, shifting open her robe again that much more. Her ample breasts were now clearly visible, and the correct lean would create quite a show.
"Sit, darling, really," she insisted, taking the girl's hand and pulling her to the chair opposite her. "Let's talk this thing through for a minute and see how much you can make today." The girl fell into the chair with a silly grin on her face, amused by this woman's mildly antic behavior, her casual charm, and in the back of her mind, her confident, womanly attractiveness.
"What's your name, love?" Susan asked, placing her hand over her guest's on the tabletop.
"Um, Katie."
"Well, Katie, how much do you need from me today, exactly?" Her hand lingered.
"Um, it's an open donation. Most people give ten or twenty dollars, but you know, even like five helps me out."
"Uh huh. And how much do you have to raise in total?" She sat back in her chair and folded her arms in a sort of mock seriousness, but more for the effect of pressing her breasts together and shifting her robe. Following the girl's glance she saw that it'd had the desired effect.
"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said, raising her eyes, unaware of where they'd been.
"One hundred and fifty dollars," she said leaning forward, her arms still crossed. She felt the satin slip aside. Oddly, it occurred to her at this point that perhaps the musky aroma of last night's escapades might be overpowering the linger of her perfume on her skin, but that either one would have its own seductive appeal. She reached for her checkbook, casting a waft of her scent as she did.
"I can give you one hundred and fifty dollars, Katie," she said, clicking the pen into action. "Would you like that?"
"Sure!" she said, her face lighting up.
"And would it make any difference if I gave you more?"
"No," she said a little confused. "They only need that much from each of us. They don't need extra."
"Uh huh," she stopped writing and looked up. "What if I were to write two checks: one to the school and one to you, each for one hundred and fifty dollars. Would that be ok?"
"Um, I don't know. What do you mean?"
Susan leaned forward one last time and let her robe fall completely open. She put her hand gently on Katie's shoulder and let it rise up to lightly grasp the nape of her neck as she leaned in to give her a long, slow kiss. At first Katie's lips were still, but Susan's persistence eased them open, and gradually their tongues tickled and merged. When they were both breathing noticeably heavier, Susan finally allowed their lips to part. She looked into the girl's eyes ¬- big pools of brown, unsure but unafraid - and she winked before giving her another quick peck, taking her by the hand again.
..."Come with me, Katie," she said walking her down the hall to the stairs. "Let's make our morning worthwhile." Once they reached the bedroom, Susan let her robe fall away completely, and she immediately reached for the waist of Katie's jeans. "Take these off, little girl," she said, her voice deep with lust. "Take all of it off." As Katie did her best to wriggle out of her jeans without falling over, Susan all but tore the jacket from her shoulders and threw it across the room, then pulled her t-shirt and sports bra straight over her head in one motion. Then she ran her hands down her slim, young body, holding her by the waist in both hands, visually devouring her nubile plaything with all her being. The paleness of her skin, the soft heaving of her buoyant peach-like breasts, her perfect pebble nipples and the taut crimson-brown of her medallion areolae. Further down, the gentle rise of her belly, bordered by the pronounced poke of her pelvis, and the delightfully delicate wisps of her untended, mousy pubis.
She was not beautiful, but she was shapely, almost curvaceous. Grown, but not fully. All the elements of womanhood were there, yet the girl still remained. And the girl was trembling with uncertainty while the woman within was crying out with hunger. Susan could read this in her pretty, plain expression: her pupils dilated, her nipples stiff, her legs slightly apart. Yet her soft, moist lips hung slightly open, curling down at the edges, unable to smile even as the breath passing through them came shallow and urgent.
"Ever been with a girl before, Katie?"
"Kind of," she said in an equally husky but girlish voice. "Once or twice, making out a little."
"Well, this won't be anything like that." She pushed her back on the bed and watched her bounce childlike onto it, following as her hands found her skinny knees and took hold, pressing them apart. Part of her wanted to envelop and comfort the inner little girl, but her own lust demanded her more compassionate side wait. She ran her hands up and down her juvenile thighs, relaxing them open gradually while she lowered her face. She could already sense the musky tang diffusing off her gauzy fur, and she nuzzled her face into its rich, scenty softness, breathing in her youthful aroma. She began with kisses at first, savoring her nuances: the tickle of her fur, the partial parting of her outer lips, and the darker protrusion of her thicker inner crinkles pressing its way through. At its base, the small glisten of her opening, a tiny pink secret exposed. Here is where Susan's innocent kisses stopped, and her tongue came forth, coaxing into the sweet, syrupy nectar of her yielding pussy.
Katie moaned and gasped at Susan's first tantalizing probe, her body stiffening as she felt the tongue gradually invade her, opening her up and sending greater and greater pulses of exquisite pleasure up through her. This was the first time someone had put their mouth on her, and the sensations were almost unreal. She felt Susan's hands on her thighs and lips, parting and holding them while her tongue moved in deeper, and farther up as well, exploring every corner of her tender, aching sex. When she finally made it to her clit she jolted at the intensity of it, shuddering back away involuntarily before calming herself for more attention under Susan's firm grasp. Her legs fell completely apart and her body entirely relaxed as this magic tongue drew her through a sea of pleasure toward a wonderful crest of orgasm. Through the fog of it she heard herself moaning loudly, and felt the tightening grip of hands on her ass, squeezing and holding her hips fast against this wonderful suckling. Then she felt the first finger enter her, followed by a second, and her orgasm went from merely amazing to absolutely mind-numbing. She thought her body might explode as it shuddered and rocked, almost bucking against the woman's face, whose tongue and mouth sucked on her lips as her fingers slid effortlessly in and out curling inside of her and tugging at her soft, melting interior.
For her part, Susan was also fingering her own wet self, massaging her g-spot and palming her clit, trying to play catch up to her lithe little friend who seemed to cum so easily and be so willingly indulged. As the girl's legs finally clamped hard against her ears with the crescendo of her orgasm, she was almost jealous of what was likely Katie's first time reaching such ardent heights. At least she hoped it was, and the thought of it turned her on that much more, pushing her to her own orgasm as she moaned against the quivering pussy she kept sealed to her mouth. She tasted exactly how an older teen should, as with her body, developed but not entirely: clean, delicate, salty sweet and only slightly tart. Focusing on this made her mouth water and her insatiable hunger grow, so much so that when the girl began to relax and her legs sent slack, she seized the opportunity to fold her plaint body back over, lifting her hips straight upwards as her cheeks parted to reveal her second secret opening, found instantly by a greedy, craving tongue.
Katie gave a soft moan of surprise after being folded in half like a rage doll, her mind and body still abuzz. She felt wonderful and willing, almost dreamlike, and opened her legs again to this woman's expertise, but when she felt the first insistent pressure of a tongue on her anus, she instinctively flexed against it and let out a surprised and anxious gasp. But this tightening only seemed to make the tongue more determined, and the unexpectedly strange pleasure of it made her loosen its grip and ultimately yield to its firm, wet intrusion. Here eyes, heavy in delirium, met Susan's, and she now saw deep, dilated pools staring back with pure eagerness behind them. She didn't understand why exactly her ass was such an object of desire, but it felt good to be one, and it was obviously pleasing in return, and Susan smiled even as her tongue moved in and out.
"Was that your first orgasm from a woman's mouth?" Katie nodded and said, "From any mouth."
"And I take it this is the first time your tight little star has been pleasured also?" Another nod, followed by her curling her lips to wet them in an almost indecently childlike manner. "Then I take it you're enjoying it. Maybe as much as I am?" The girl's anus was completely relaxed now, easily surrendering to the smooth glide of the lusty invader. It had its own sweet flavor that made Susan drool and moisten it that much more. She reached up and began to softly massage Katie's clit with her thumb, almost idly, watching her docile face as alternate expressions of wonder and satisfaction moved across it. She really was a rather plain girl, she thought, even as shapely as she was, and finding her here, in this remarkable position, the object of so much lust, was probably the last thing on her or anyone else's mind when she left the house this morning.
"Ready for something really different?" Susan willed herself away from Katie's succulent buffet and climbed up over her, hovering her face inches away as she straddled her left leg over the girl's right. With one full body motion, both lips descended to meet those of the girls, their mouths drawing to a kiss the moment their pussies touched. It was electric for both of them, and Susan let out a deep, heavy sigh of conquest while Katie echoed a similar, softer exhale from the side of subservience. Susan slowly began to grind as their tongues entwined, moving gently at first, but slowly arcing towards a more feverish pitch. When Susan pulled back and sat up to gain better leverage, Katie only gave a wicked, mischievous smile, her mouth open and reaching up in the same manner as her hips. Susan took hold of her left leg and held it against her abdomen, grinding furiously now as they fucked each other with equal ardor.
Susan reached down and took hold of Katie's hand, lifting it up to her full, swaying breast, instructing her to squeeze. "Play with them, little girl. Play with momma's tits while you let her have her way with this wonderful young body of yours!" She reached down and gave the same attention to the firm peaches dancing back and forth on Katie's chest. It was amazing to watch her writhing against the matress beneath her driven by the force of her hips, to see her delicate hands kneading the ample flesh of her breasts, to feel her fingertips brushing her stiff, sensitive nipples. And above all to watch the girl's face, following her hungry eyes as she pored over her own mature body, seeing her mouth open involuntarily as moan after moan of sweet release came out, to revel in her overall expressions of pleasure and excitement, especially as she let herself quiver and cum against the slick, merciless onslaught of their pussies and thighs and buttocks rubbing against each other.
They both came, fast and hard, clamping their bodies even more tightly together and pounding waves of pleasure coursed through them, emanating from essentially from each others pussy. Susan held on tight to the girl's thigh as she slowed and allowed the orgasm to dissipate, and gradually eased herself down next to her, keeping her lips in contact with hers a long as she could before collapsing beside her, sweaty and breathless, but only slightly spent.
After this initial massive surge of passion had driven out all the pent up desire of an older woman's needs and a younger girl's newfound cravings, they lay together on the cool, damp sheets, caressing and kissing, while Susan picked up her scattered toys one by one, and carefully demonstrated, on herself and her friend, how each one was used, into which places it could fit, and the sensations each one could produce.
"You must be an excellent student," Susan said as she slid her big black friend into the girl's prone pussy.
"Uh, sure," came a panting response. A confused but delirious Katie turned her face against the sheets, looking back from her all-fours position, her shoulders pinned. "What makes you say that now?"
"Because you're such a quick and obedient learning," Susan said. "From the very beginning you've gone with everything I've asked, and by that look on your face you're very much enjoying it and committing it to memory, I hope." She urged the dildo in more forcefully just to watch Katie's glassy eyes roll back in her head and her pretty little mouth open and shut, gasping with pleasure like a fish gulping air.
They fucked each other like this for hours, taking turns driving each other to an endless array of orgasms, merging their bodies together and sweetly probing their secrets with fingers, tongues, and toys, occasionally taking breaks to caress their sweat covered bodies with delicate hands.
Some time around two they got up and showered, and finally around three pm, with a promise to return and two neatly folded checks in her back pocket, Katie kissed Susan goodbye and all but floated down the street, her mind and body changed forever. | Door to Door | [
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One Lonely Boy By Jag Contains F/M unbirthing, underage prey, masturbation (lots)
Jax sat along on a chocolate colored lov seat, backed up against one wall of his garage. Ahead of him on a large black stand was the television, flickering every so often before turning to a stream of static. A loud groan erupted from the human boy as he removed one of his shoes and chucked it right at the television. With a loud thud the shoe smacked the top of the television set, a slight buzz coming from the device before turning back on, no longer causing any problems for the viewer. Jax slumped himself down into his seat and sighed to himself as he watched a random infomercial. The garage was his own safe haven, safe from all those who wanted to push him around and shut him out of their lives, which was just about everyone in his own mind. He didn't have that many friends, in fact probably not a single one. His family wasn't willing to spend much time with him either, so that pretty much took them out of the picture. A sudden screech brought Jax's attention from his mind to look at the garage door slowly opening up. A large brown rabbit, wearing a dark blue suit, stepped under the rising door and moved over to the television. He let out a loud sigh and picked up the shoe from the floor, tossing it back at Jax, who caught it before it could hit his chest.
"Quit throwing your shoe at the television. You can easily get up and fix the set yourself."
"The shoe works so much better though."
"Jax, just get in the car with your sisters so I can take you all to school."
Jax put his shoe back on and got up from his seat,trudging past his father and towards the silver Ford Escort parked on the lawn next to the house. He pulled open the back passenger's side door and slid inside, next to two female rabbits about the same size as him. The two looked at Jax and smiled at him before turning their attention back to gazing out the windows. The larger rabbit got into the driver's seat and started it up, quickly out of the driveway and heading down the street.
Jax had been adopted three years ago when his parents were killed in a car crash, he was eight back then. It wasn't really being adopted as much as it was being dumped into the care of a family wanting to care for the lonely human. So for the first couple months everyone paid attention to him, yet soon enough their attention was going elsewhere, to work and to their real daughters. His sisters were both twelve and didn't really play much with Jax, although on occasion they would invite him into playing a game of "house" when they had their friends over. Wasn't really inviting him to play, more along the lines of pushing him into playing as the father or the pet. He should have been happy to just be playing with someone, but he just wanted to be alone in that garage, all day and all night.
The car stopped next to the school's parking lot, the three in the back gtting out and saying goodbye to their father, Jax doing so just loud enough for him to hear it. The three would wait for their mother to get out of work before picking them up. Sometimes it was early or right when the last school bell rang. Other times she was a couple hours late to pick them up. It was just another reason for him to push away from his parents since they continued to push away from him with their constant work. Jax watched as his sisters ran up the steps to the school's main entrance, his body taking more time to get up them. He was about halfway up the steps when a voice caught his attention.
"Hey Pinky!"
Jax groaned silently to himself at the words directed right at him. He turned around to see three kids standing behind him, a dragon, cat and wolf. The three were the local bullies that went to the school and they made it their duty to make fun and beat on Jax every school day. Of course it wasn't hard to pick Jax out from the rest of the students at this school, him being one of the only humans who went there. When he started going to the school he put forth the effort to make friends, but that only lasted a few weeks before he drove himself away from everyone else, putting on the tough guy persona. The wolf ran forward and pushed Jax down, causing him to land hard on his butt on the step behind him. The wolf ran up the rest of the steps as the cat walked by, giving Jax a light kick to his side before moving by him and catching up with the wolf. The dragon moved to Jax and knelt down in front of him, giving him a quick slap on the side of the face.
"New week means more fun."
The dragon chuckled to himsel as he stood up, walking past Jax and using his tail to hit him in the back of the head. Jax sat on the steps as the three headed into the school, wanting them to be well out of his way when he finally got up. Hearing the bell ring for the start of the first class Jax pulled himself up and moved up the steps and into the school, taking a quick look back outside before going inside. That was where the female anthro first laid eyes on him. She watched him from afar as the three bullies were picking on him. He caught her interest almost immediately and she hid behind a nearby tree, peeking out every so often to look him over. As he walked inside she grinned to herself, stroking her fluffy red fox tail every so often. For some reason she just felt something about the boy. She needed him to feel sad just for her and she needed him to be with her, forever and ever.
The fox watched Jax for an entire week, following him around his school each day he went, watching the three bullies push him around and beat him up. She followed him back to his home, watching over him from afar for the first few days, sneaking closer and peeking in on him when he spent his evenings inside the garage. She loved watching him during this week, driven by the need to see him in his miserable life. His sadness just drove her into keeping a close eye on him, planning out details of what she wanted to do to him each night when she got home. She made a list of things she wanted to do, quickly taking the time while he was in classes that week do go do them. She sold her only car to a local dealership to get a few thousand dollars. She tucked this money away in a large envelope, keeping it on her desk at home. The fox took the liberty to even look through the open window of Jax's room one night, enjoying watching him just sleeping and unable to understand the things that were to happen to him. During the last part of the week she found out that Jax's birthday was coming up in the coming days. Grinning happily to herself she set her plan in motion the day she found out Jax had a birthday soon. She had two days to set everything up and get ready to take Jax for her own use. She needed to start with Jax's home life, once that got out of the way then everything else would follow smoothly.
She had studied everything about Jax's routine and planned accordingly. Each morning his father drove him and his sisters to school before going back home for half an hour to talk things over with his wife before both left from work. That was where she was going to make her first move. Get into his home and plan something out with his parents. They didn't really care about Jax that much from what she watched. A little money to grease the deal would probably make the business bunnies fall right into her plot. Then again if not that then she had her own means of getting people to do what she wanted. Watching Jax's father pull back into the driveway after dropping off his kids, the fox padded up to the door and knocked on it as soon as he went inside. Jax's father quickly nswered the door, looking over the fox woman and giving her a bit of a smile.
"Can we help you?"
She quickly pulled out the large envelope and handed it to him. He cocked his head to the side a bit and opened it up, gasping as he say all the money inside. He blinked at the fox and was about to speak, but she chuckled and cut him off, stepping inside of the house.
"My name is Amaru and I've been watching your son actually and wanted to see if I could maybe work out some type of deal with you two in making him mine..."
Her eyes stared into his own, glazing them over almost as he invited her inside. His wife approached the two and eyed the fox woman, about to ask a question of who she was before being led into the living room, the same glazed look moving into her own eyes. They took exactly twenty minutes to work out some type of deal. The fox woman exited the house with Jax's parents waving goodbye to her, the large envelope in his paw. The two walk back inside and hide the envelope in their room, moving back to the front door and kissing each other before getting into their cars and going to work. The fox woman had ducked out into the nearby woods, smiling to herself as the parents left. She got out of the woods and wandered around the front lawn of the house, laughing to herself softly. Part one of her plan was going perfectly. Soon she would have the sad little boy all to herself. She could have stopped everything right there, but she wanted Jax to be even even more overpowered when his birthday came around.
She traveled on foot to the school after staying on Jax's property for about a half an hour. She took her time, not worried about getting there anytime soon. His classes were still going on and she needed to be there right around lunch time so she could talk to those in his class. Having peeked in on his lunch breaks at school, she knew he always had a sandwich and then headed to the library to waste the rest of his time alone. She reached the school grounds with plenty of time to spare, getting a pass to get into the school and having a look around. She used the alibi of checking the school out for her son, knowing that was going to get her in. She walked by Jax's classroom a few times, eyeing him in the back of the class and grinning to herself. She leaned against the wall next to the classroom door as the bell rang for lunch. The teacher was the first one to leave the room, telling the class to head to the lunchroom. Jax was the next to flee from the room, getting away from everyone as fast as possible, not wanting to be cooped up anymore. After Jax left the room Amaru slid into the class, blocking off the students trying to get out.
"Hello everyone. I just wanted to make sure that you all made it to Jax's birthday party at his house tomorrow afternoon."
The dragon pushes his way to the front of the class, glaring at the fox woman as she stood in the middle of the doorway, trying to push past her as his two friends come up from behind him. He looks up at the fox woman and growls lightly at him.
"Why would any of us want to go to that losers party."
"Oh I assure you that it will be plenty fun..."
The dragon's eyes almost glazed over as he looked into her eyes, giving her a little nod his two friends doing the same. The entire class started to nod a few times before she moved out of the way, letting them head down the hall and towards the lunchroom. The fox woman looked them all over as they walked down the hall, knowing all well that they would show up at the party. This was going great so far. Everything was working out fine thus far. All that was needed now was for the birthday boy to show up at his party. One last thing to do before every part of the plan was set. That was to get Jax to the party and make sure that he stayed there until she had time to get everything ready. Of course that was going to be such an easy task to pull off on such a lonely boy.
The rest of the day went by as usual. The class went on mostly ignoring Jax for the most part, but instead of his three usual bullies picking on him, they actually smiled at him and went on their way. Jax stared at them for some time before thinking good luck had shined on him today, taking off for home and going straight to his garage and turning on the television. His normal routine was to watch this until dinner was ready, go inside and quickly finish off a plate of food and then head back outside till his bedtime. Jax sat down on his couch, putting a large pillow behind his back to get comfy before raising the remote to the television and turning it on. He got lost in a mix of afternoon cartoons and court t.v. before glancing up at the clock over the television stand and looking at the time. Almost six and nobody had come out to tell him to get inside for dinner. He leaned forward and let out a grunt as he got to his feet. He headed out the side door and back toward his house, going inside and almost dropping his mouth open as he saw the spread on the table. A huge chicken dinner was laid out on the table and his father smiled at him and motioned to the table.
"You want to help me set everyone's place."
"Uh...sure..."
It was actually the first time his father asked him to help out with anything in a long time. Aside from the drive to school and dinner he didn't spend much time with his family so this entire dinner on the table kind of surprised him. They never had a big dinner like this except for holidays. He thought to himself that it could be because of his birthday tomorrow, but shrugged that off since he already had a few birthday's with his new family and not even on his birthday would they have a dinner like this. He finished helping his father set the table and sat down next to him at the table, looking at the various vegtables set out on the table. His sisters and mother soon sat down at the table and everyone began to dig in. About ten minutes into the meal Jax cleared his throat and looked at his father.
"So what's with such a large meal?"
His father swallowed a few bites of food and looked back at him, giving him a smile.
"We just figured that since you were turning twelve tomorrow that it would be a nice idea to have a nice dinner before your birthday party."
"Party?"
His mother nods to him as he took a quick sip of milk from her glass.
"Yes. Your father and I thought it would be nice to actually set up a bit of a party for you. We never get to spend a lot of time with you for some reason, so this would be great for a change of pace."
Jax looked at his mother for a few moments before looking back at his father and shrugging at him, starting work on the rest of his dinner. He didn't really believe them. Sure they said they planned a party for him, but knowing the two of them they'd be too busy to actually care about it to go through with it. He finished off his dinner and actually had seconds for a change, enjoying the large dinner his mother had made. He helped clear the table and put away a few dishes before he went back into the garage. For the rest of the night he surfed channel to channel before dozing off for an hour. His father knocked on the side door of the garage and poked his head in to check up on Jax. Seeing that his son was out like a light he grinned to himself and carried him back into the house, setting him in bed and covering him up. He looked down at him and almost chuckled to himself, turning his back on him and shutting the door quietly behind him.
Jax woke up rather refreshed the next morning, taking care of a shower and sorting out a few things on his bedroom floor before heading back out to the garage. He still had an entire hour to kill before his father drove him to school. He crashed on the couch, laying down on it and before he could turn it on the familiar sound of the garage door opening made him turn to see his father standing there.
"Hey, I gotta drive you to school now since your sister's have to go to the doctor's office today."
"I didn't know they had appointments today."
"Neither did I. Guess your mother didn't tell either of us that."
Jax sighed to himself, having wanted to stay in the garage for the rest of the hour. He did listen to his father however, following him out to his car and sitting in the backseat, staring out the window and getting lost in the passing scenery. He only managed to snap himself back when he saw the school, sighing to himself as he said goodbye to his father and proceeded to get out of the vehicle. He wandered into the school and went to his class, taking a seat at his usual desk. Nobody else was around at the moment, not even the teacher, although his briefcase was on his desk. He grabbed a book from the back shelf and sat down again to read it. Going through the first couple of chapters he noticed that he had already wasted the hour and that other students were starting to sit down. The teacher was already at his desk, fooling around with grading a few papers beore the first bell rang. Jax put the book down on his desk and looked around the room at the lack of students around him. Almost half the class was gone, which seemed odd for a regular school day. He thought the rest would wander in soon enough, but with another hour going by and still only half the class in their seats, he shrugged to himself, not really caring where they could be.
With the final school bell ringing hours later, Jax got up from his seat, leaving the book he was reading on his table and being the last to leave the class. He wandered slowly through the school once trying to find his sisters. Not finding them anywhere he left the school and headed out front, sitting down on the school steps. He glanced up in time to see a fox woman walk by him, giving him a grin before disappearing behind the school building. Jax got up from his seat, following her for som strange reason, but not actually finding her once he turned the way she went. He did however find his mother's car, which he quickly headed over to and got in, his mother inside and ready to get going.
"Where are Beth and Jill?"
"Back at home. I came by earlier and picked them up since they got out of class early."
He looked at the back of his mother's head, trying to make sense of that since they never got out early before. He shook his head a bit since they had probably stayed home after their appointment and his mother didn't want to tell him the truth. He stared off into space as his mother drove him home, only snapping back to attention when the car came to a stop. Jax yawned some, thinking he could take a nap since it was his birthday. A nap and then opening the lame presents his parents always managed to get for him would be a good way to cap off the night. His mother ran ahead of him, opening the door and closing it after her as he trudged toward the front door. Jax yawned to himself as he swung the front door open, being caught off guard as a large group of people yelled.
"SURPRISE!!"
He stumbled back against the wall next to the door, breathing heavily as he looked over his family and classmates all in his house. A large smile came to his face and a few tears clouded his eyes. He sniffed happily and stepped forward, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"All of this for me?"
Everyone smiled at him, a large cake on the kitchen counter. The lights were dimmed and the largest amount of light came from the twelve candles lining the cake. The small wolf bully that Jax was always picked on grabbed the cake and everyone began to sing happy birthday as he brought it over to Jax. He smiled at him and Jax looked down at the cake, a lovely white frosting with his name in blue frosting. The dragon and cat bully stood behind the wolf as Jax took a deep breath and blew out the candles. Everyone cheered loudly when they all went out. The wolf grinned at Jax before pushing the cake up toward his face. Jax took a step back and gasped to himself.
"Hey! Be careful!"
The dragon helped the wolf by grabbing underneath the cake as well and thrusting it up into Jax's face, causing him to hit his head against the wall before falling forward, landing face down in the rest of the cake. He coughed loudly to himself as he choked on some of the frosting, rolling onto his back to get a breath of air before having it forced out as the dragon kicked him in the chest. He started to cry loudly, calling out for help from his parents, but they stood watching and smiling as the three bullies started to kick at Jax's body as it laid on the ground, the other students joining in soon after. Jax kept crying loudly, trying to get away before he blacked out, being hit on the head with something heavy.
Jax groaned to himself as he woke up, then shivered a bit as he opened his eyes. He tried once to lean forward, but found his hands tied tightly behind his back, causing him to quickly fall back against the large coffee table he had been set upon. He turned his head to the side, gasping as he saw everyone standing around completely naked, the lights off and just candles lighting the room. He turned his head to the other side, seeing his parents and sisters also nude. Everyone's eyes looked glazed over and Jax started to struggle some before stopping, watching a fox woman move past him and standing in front of his feet. She was also completely naked and he recognized her from the fox he had seen back at the school.
"Well Jax I do hope you enjoyed your birthday party. A shame it didn't last long."
"What's going on!?"
"I saw you a few days at the school being picked on. You were so lonely. I started to watch you for a few days and you are just one of the most depressed children I may have ever seen. I knew I had to make you mine."
"What are you talking about?!"
"I crave sadness and right now your life is full of it. Just sit back and relax for soon you'll be mine forever and never have to live in this depressing world of yours."
She closed her eyes and everyone else in the room did the same. Raising her hands in the air she made small circles around her belly and lower regions and started to chant something to herself. Seconds later the entire room was filled with the chanting as the others began to chant with Amaru.
"Fo-sa-maru-te-cha-toe"
The chanting continued for a few moments, which seemed like hours for Jax as he continued to struggle, trying to work his arms from their bindings. Amaru snapped her eyes open and grinned down at Jax, who quickly tried to roll himself off the table. She stopped him however, grabbing his feet and thrusting them into her sex, which quickly made not only herself moan, but everyone else in the room.
"Evil spirits of the world, help me absorb this boy into myself. Let his sadness become part of my body forever and let those around this room feel the joy of him becoming one with a greater being."
Jax started to cry loudly, begging everyone for help. They all ignored him though, staring at him and then turning back towards Amaru when she speaks. She slowly began to pump Jax's feet in and out of her sex, causing her to moan a few more times before Jax's ankles are sucked inside. He yelped out and started to try his best to pull his feet out, but not having much success with that.
"Now everyone must do as I do, masturbate with me in order to feel extreme joy and to help me drag more of this lonely boy into me..."
Everyone nodded to Amaru, lowering their hands down to their private regions and either grabbing themselves and slowly massaging their cocks or using their fingers to gently tickle their sex. Amaru continued to push on Jax's legs, sinking them in and out of her sex and moaning loudly to herself, which gets everyone else in the room to moan as well. Jax continued to cry loudly for help, wanting someone to hear him and react to his words, but when minutes go by and his legs already halfway into the fox woman's he started to whine and cry louder. His feet lightly kick about inside the hot warm place they were being taken into. While it felt almost nice, he didn't want to go in there, causing him to yell out as he watched his legs go inside. Amaru moaned loudly to herself, juices spilled out of her sex and down Jax's legs, causing him to shudder to himself. What happened next made him yelp loudly, feeling his legs quickly being pulled inside, his knees being sucked up into the sex of the fox. He watched her large red tail flick a few times behind her and then looked up into her eyes, looking into the cold blackness. He started to flop around on the table, trying to get off the table, but finding himself held in place. The others in the room moaned loudly, feeling exactly what Amaru was feeling in her body, causing almost everyone to cum at the same time.
The smell of sex completely filled the room, puddles of semen dripping on the floor below Amaru as well as around the others as they crowded around the table Jax laid on. He shuddered a few more times as he felt his knees sucked all the way inside of the fox's lips, feeling them clutch around and start to slowly pull in his thighs as liquid ran down over his legs still, causing him to jerk his body back and forth, trying once more to get away. His jerking motions cause the fox to smile and then murr loudly, slowly grabbing onto his thighs and pushing them in a little bit and then out, murring all the time. The sound of murring soon overcame Jax, almost making his ears hurt as the rest of the furres around him began to murr as well, a few moans echoing into the room every now and then. He yelled out again for help, but found that once more no one was going to come in and aid him. He tried to pull his hands free of whatever was binding them, but that too failed when his arms began to tire out. He could only scream loudly and start to sob again as he felt his thighs being pushed into the tight confines of the fox's hot, wet sex. Jax had no idea what was happening or what he could to stop himself from moving inward.
His feet squirmed from side to side in the wet confines of Amaru's sex before pushing against a warm wall and stopping. As his thighs began to work inside the fox, she moaned out again as she came once more, a wave of moaning and the smell of sex quickly overpowering Jax's nose as everyone else came as well. His thighs were quickly pulled inside, his waist slowly making it to the fox's sex, causing him to squirm about some more. He stopped soon enough though as he felt his feet start and bend some, his knees soon brushing up against the same wall as they too began to bend a little bit. He stared up at the fox and jerked his body back as hard as he could, working an inch of so of his body out of Amaru's sex before she moaned and clenched around him, pulling him back in. He knew that it was way to cramped in there to fit all of him inside her sex, there was no way he could fit all the way inside if his body was already starting to fold up. Jax tried to tell her to stop what she was doing, but all that came out of his mouth were a few more whines and then he choked out a few more tears.
His waist quickly sunk into the fox's sex, causing him to almost moan out in pleasure as his body began to feel warm, but he realized what was happening and cried out for help again. The heat of the fox's sex rolled over his belly, the soft insides toying with Jax's head. They felt so warm and smooth, part of him wanting to go all the way inside and the part of him in control now wanting nothing more then to be free of this place. He cried loudly as a wave of moans erupted from the room once more, a torrent of cum washing on the carpet below everyone as they came once more, Amaru moaning the loudest of the bunch as Jax's belly was sucked in deeper, causing him to squirm about even more. He could feel his hands behind his back pushing against the sex lips, feeling the heat move over them as the lips sucked on his body. Everything felt wet to him, causing to him to shudder again, his body knowing it shouldn't feel wet at the moment. He continued to feel his body bend inside of the fox woman as more of it was sucked inside. His hands finally slipped into the hot, wet sex as Amaru moaned loudly again sucking more of his body inside. Jax stared at everyone a few more times, their eyes glazed over and blank as they touched themselves.
The sounds, the smells, everything was overpowering Jax in his futile position. His hands were bound and entering Amaru's sex, they were no longer of any use to him in any way. He couldn't work his body out of the fox when he tried to begin with, so with his hands being sucked inward that made his chances of escape decline about ten fold. The rest of his belly was slowly sucked inside as he squirmed from side to side, trying his best to stop some sort of movment inward, but failing in any attempt he made. Every move he made seemed to just make the fox moan louder, her juices running down his back and across his chest. He cried loudly as his chest and arms were moved inside as she came once more, the rest of the room doing the same, a huge amount of cum all over Jax's upperbody as Amaru came, the floor wet with cum that made a very large puddle. Jax looked from side to side for a chance to escape and screamed to himself as he found nothing. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so much, his chest being sucked inward with his arms going inside behind his back. His body folded up a bit more inside the fox as a wave of heat flowed over the rest of his body before reaching his head. The smell of the fox's scent was that of a thick musk and an almost strawberry aroma as it washed over Jax. He coughed loudly from the smell at first before getting used to it, yelling and trying to jerk his head away from the sex of the fox as another moan from her pulled his chest all the way inside, his shoulders and head all that remained outside of her body.
At this time Amaru began to chuckle lightly to herself after each moan. Her hands moved to his shoulders, putting pressure on them to force Jax in deeper. He yelled out loudly as his shoulders and neck were sucked inside, hearing the wet noises of the fox's sex clenching wetly around his body. He started to pant a bit, jerking his head from side to side and trying to move out of the way, knowing his movement is doing nothing to help his plight. A wave of moaning in the room caused his body to shudder as it started to pull him forward.
"Wait! Please! NOOO"
Jax was finally able to speak something to the fox that sucked him into her sex, but the rest of his word were muffled as his head was sucked in past the lips, his body plunged into hot, wet darkness as he moved inside of the fox. Everything he yelled was muffled and soon enough he was curled up in a tight ball, feeling the fox's body massaging over his body, his frail sopping wet body. He couldn't see anything, his vision blocked by the darkness inside the body and the slick womb walls rubbing over his head. He sobbed loudly to himself, curling himself up tighter and not knowing what else he could do or how long he was going to last in here before he ran out of air. Outside, Amaru had a very large bulge near her midsection, that squirmed about every now and then with Jax's movement. She smiled down at the bulge and rubbed it a few times before moving her hands back down to her sex, closing her eyes and murring happily to herself as did everyone else in the room.
"Oh dark spirits, allow my body to kill this boy inside of me, yet keep his soul forever bound in his sadness deep inside. Let me absorb his body into mine and keep him forever."
With that she moaned loudly, the candles flickering a few times in the room. Jax let out a loud scream deep inside of the fox as the walls around him clenched tightly. He sputtered on some fluid building up inside the womb around him and then yelled loudly as he felt another powerful squeeze around his body. Moaning erupted around the room once more as every began to come a few times in a row, Jax's body heating up and being squeezed tightly, causing him to scream out in an almost faint pain. He then felt his body spasm a bit and it almost felt like he shrunk a little bit. Another tight squeeze caused him to yell loudly again, his mouth filled with fluid as he flowed past him, causing him to cough and choke a bit as he felt his body spasm once more. Amaru continued to rub over her sex, pushing her fingers inside and moaning loudly, sending a wave of pleasure up her back and through everyone else in the room. The walls around Jax seemed to grow smaller around him, but still gripped him tightly and squeezed his body with enough force to make him scream. He felt his hands finally untie from behind his back and Jax started to push against the womb walls he was confined to, yelling out and screaming after feeling his body pushed together.
Jax's body jerked back and forth as he tried to find a way out of his wet confined space. His body shuddered a few times and he gasped for air. Amaru's midsection suddenly shrank quickly rather then slowly as it had been doing, going almost back to normal. Jax's eyes fluttered some, trying to stay open as his world shrunk around him. Everything suddenly went black for him, his body fading out of existence and being absorbed into the fox woman's body. He thought to himself that he could finally rest in peace, knowing that he was dead. His mind suddenly snapped back into reality and he found himself hearing the heartbeat of something around him. He didn't have a body and couldn't speak, finding his essence trapped deep inside of the fox woman. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. In Amaru's mind however she could hear Jax's screams for help as his sould cried out. She moaned again as she came once more, the entire room doing the same. The floor was covered in seed from the women and men in the room, everyone panting loudly to themselves and drifting out of their trance and into a sound sleep. Amaru slowly moved to the front door, leaving the house and patting her midsection a few times.
"Your all mine little boy. Forever and ever trapped inside of a fox."
The screams of Jax's soul echoed in Amaru's mind, causing her to moan lightly to herself as she headed home. The nights to come were going to be such a great time. Jax's loneliness would provide her with a few well deserved nights of pleasure. | One Lonely Boy by Jag | [
"Cub",
"Fox",
"Harsh",
"Human",
"M/F",
"Masturbation",
"NC",
"Orgy",
"Unbirthing"
] |
Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex! Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2012
I hope you all enjoy
For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' first.
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The Goat Farm 2
(Jeff's story)
Jeff was your typical High School graduate... Short black hair, skinny, 'wiry' some would say... But when you consider that only about one in fifteen young folks that enter public High School ever make it to the end... Jeff is not the normal young person. He got his diploma in a trade. He's a very good driver. Took to the massive big rigs in no time. Turning, backing up, parking... He could park the huge vehicle quite literally on a dime. So with his newly minted Commercial Drivers License in hand, he got a job at a local lumber company making deliveries. And being the new guy, a young one to boot. He got all the crappiest deliveries, in the oldest crappiest truck, to the most difficult locations. But he really needed the job, so he kept quiet. His folks, for a graduation present, had all the locks changed and his stuff was on the front step... Seams their government mandated parental duties were fulfilled. Then one day, when he was just getting back from yet another crappy delivery to a stone quarry. He was walking across the lumber yard, trying to beat some of the limestone dust off his clothes, when the foreman hollered from the office. Veering from the path that would have taken him to the showers, he headed to the office. On his way, he noted that a truck was just finishing up being loaded. "What'sup?" He asked the overweight foreman. "Got one more delivery." Jeff looked at the clock, 15 minutes until quitting time. His refusal could cost him his job. "Where to?" "That new country club. And this load got forgotten until now. They've been buying a ton of stuff here, so we've got to keep 'em happy, even if they are a bunch of dumb animals." Jeff looked again at the truck... One of the new ones... Heck it would be worth it just to get to drive sometime besides that piece of shit they gave him. "Sure... Be happy to save your bacon, boss."
The Kangaroo looked at Jeff's CDL and company ID. Scanned both and had Jeff look into a retina camera. "Where's the regular drivers?" "Home or a bar, I guess... I got the overtime load on a Friday." The 'roo told him to wait, and went into the guard shack. After a phone conversation, that Jeff could hear a little bit of... "No the truck is fine and that load is still strapped to it... I'm just doing my job!... If you had done your's, I wouldn't have to check on a new driver." Jeff had hung his head out the window of his truck, admiring the flowers around the guard shack... He gave a slight start with the face of the guard 'roo come back into his field of view. 'Ollie' (The name tag said) handed Jeff a lanyard with two plastic tags. A white one had his full name, a bar code and a magnetic strip on the back. The other was a bright green tag that said "Delivery Driver" and a number. "When you leave, turn in the green one and keep the other one incase you come out here again." Then the kangaroo handed back the invoices for the load and pushed a remote on his vest that made the orange and black stripped stop bar swing up. "Follow the 'B' signs." "Thanks" Jeff said and stuck his hand out... It was the 'roo's turn to look surprised... Taking the offered human hand in his paw, he carefully shook and then released it. With a happy wave, the young man drove into the construction site. Leaving a perplexed kangaroo staring at his paw.
One day in school, for extra credit, Jeff stayed after to meet 6 members from the I.A.O. (Island Animal Outreach) A pair of each of the three animals found on the island. Two hogs, two kangaroos, and two goats. They out numbered the students that stayed. Jeff asked polite questions, he class mates made rude remarks. Jeff looked at the modified hooves and paws... Marveling at each. The animals were fully clothed... Jeff sort'a wished they hadn't been.. he had seen a few photos showing the huge balls that normal boars and bucks possess, and wondered if the 'uplifted' animals bore the same. So while shaking a kangaroo's paw wasn't a common occurrence for Jeff, it was one he had done before and knew what to expect.
Sure enough the road made many splits and Jeff was soon on the 'B' one that led around the massive chalet to a huge barn. Soon he found the area that looked like they were waiting for him. Leaning out of the window, Jeff asked an all brown goat were he wanted the load to go. The buck, dressed in a heavy duty carpenter apron, pointed to a temporary loading ramp. Jeff parked the truck within an inch of the platform. Hopping out of the cab, the human set to work loosening the tie down straps and rolling them up. Suddenly Jeff got the feeling that something wasn't quite right... He stopped and looked around... All the animal workers was looking at him. "Ahhh... Am I doing something wrong?" He asked the group. The goat that had told him where to park spoke up. "All the other drivers never get out of their trucks... We do all the unloading." "Oh.. Sorry I didn't know I wasn't allowed to get out of the truck." Jeff turned to head back to the cab. "You can get out... There's no rule that says you can't... It's just that the other drivers sat in their cabs with the AC going." "But why?... This place is amazing... You guys are amazing... " The human stood looking at the different goats.. there were even a few kangaroos with shop aprons on. Just then a doe goat came out of the office trailer that sat between the barn and main chalet. She was all white with a green summer dress on. She came up to the foreman and spoke quietly to him. He nodded and turned to me as she retreated to the trailer. "Care for a tour of the place? We can get this load for you." Jeff was given a hard hat and he followed the foreman. The place was getting close to being done, but of course all the little details take time. "Another 8 to 9 months the front office figures." Then they wondered over to the barn. It was mostly done. They even had some of the normal animals they were going to have in the 'Farm Encounter'. Wide open floor with a smooth rubberized covering. Along the back they had it set up so there was an open pen inside where food and water was kept, an enclosed stall for cold weather and to just let the animal 'hide out' if they want to. The back of the stall opened to an outside paddock area and past that, for the bigger critters, (Horses, donkeys, cows, who aren't here yet) large pastures. The animals that were already here were 8 hair sheep. (In cold weather they get an undercoat, but in warm weather it sheds, so no need to shear.) A dozen or so goats. (Anglo-Nubian like the goats from the island) And 4 pigs... (Again the same breed as the island pigs, Durocs) They were standing in front of the pig pen when a sow ambled up to them. Jeff asked if he could touch her and the foreman wasn't sure. Just then a doe bounded up. She was a brown with white patches. She wasn't wearing anything. "Hello Robert, showing a guest around?" Just then she noticed my bright green "Delivery Driver" tag. She seamed to get flustered at this... "Oh.. Ahh.. Hello. You got out of your truck." Jeff did his very best to keep from looking too hard at her crotch teats. "Ahh, yea... I seam to be a bit of an oddity in that regard." Robert the buck goat said to naked doe, "The driver was just asking if he could touch the pig?" "Soffie?... Sure, she loves attention." Jeff was happy to be able to turn away from the two goats, to hide his growing erection. He leaned over the low fence and slowly started scratching the sow behind the ear. He noted how soft she was there. Contented grunts came from the pig. "My first time to touch a real pig." Then he realized what he said.. "I mean I've touched a couple of the island pigs.. they came to my school. But as far as one you'd find on a farm around here. This is the first." The two goats had a whispered conversation while Jeff was distracted with the sow. The doe spoke, "That is part of the reason we're going to have the 'Farm Encounter' area here. So people can either relive or get acquainted with normal farm animals... You seam to be someone that would like to visit here." The human gave a slight snort. "I wish... I'm not exactly Country Club material." "Maybe the next time you're out here then." The foreman suggested. "No... I doubt I'll get by here again anytime soon." Jeff sound wistful. "The drivers are all union and seniority gets to pick what deliveries they take... And this is a favored one. So I'll not be back unless they have another screw up and they need someone to work late on Friday." The human could see that the goats were just finishing up unloading his truck. "And I better be getting back... Thanks for the tour, and letting me pet your pig... I'll remember that." The 'up lifted' animals stood around and watched the truck as it drove away. "Think he'll come back?" Molly the naked doe asked the buck foreman. "Yea... did you see the way he was looking at you?... He'll be back."
On Monday just before noon a delivery truck pulled up... Parked about five feet from where it was suppose to park and the window rolled down and a burly arm thrust the invoices out into Robert's hoof. "Where's the young guy?... We asked for him to deliver." "Listen goat.. I don't tell you how to do your job, so don't try to tell us how to do ours." And the window closed.
Jeff had just sat down on a picnic table at a rest stop. He could hear the ticking of the hot metal as his breaks cooled down. His truck, over loaded with granite slabs, had once again made the trip off the mountain, and Jeff was letting things cool before heading back to the lumber yard. His phone chimed... A message. 'Who could that be?"
*'Jeff Scott: We would like to see you after work today concerning a job offer. Your travel expenses will be reimbursed. -- Robert: Capricorn Construction'*
Jeff sat in the guard shack talking with Ollie, while waiting on a taxi. "I went in and told 'em I was giving my two weeks notice... Next thing I knew they had two guys watching me clear out my locker... I couldn't even keep my cap!" The 'roo nodded and stated, "This is a much better outfit to work for." "Yea, I'm quickly finding that out... After spending all morning filling out forums and signing every piece of paper in the joint. I'm now find myself with a lunch per diem in my pocket, waiting on a cab so I can go pick up brand new lease truck I'll be driving for 'em."
Friday of that week, Ollie hopped into the cafeteria, spotted Robert and joined him at his table. After some small talk the 'roo asked... "You know where your new driver goes at night?" "Home?... But it's obvious from your question that's not correct." The big kangaroo nodded... "I did the background check on him, I know he lives not too far from his old job, meaning it's a hell of a long ways from here. Too far to walk, or ride a bike even. No busses, and a taxi... Well even with the better pay you all are giving him, still wouldn't be enough to cover a taxi to and from every day." "So where's does he go?" The brown buck asked. "Last night a patrol spotted a light in his truck... They gave it a 'bounce by' and they seen Jeff in the truck bedding down for the night."
Jeff made his last trip for the day. Robert was waiting next to the time clock for him. "We got something for you I think you'll enjoy." Was all the buck goat would say as he led the human to a part of the barn not quite done. The 'Members' area. Small rooms that the members can request for the night. Never know when a member would have a need for a room over night... Like when the wife kicks him out. Actually these were 'overflow' rooms in case the half dozen in the chalet were all taken. The hallway only had a bare bulb as did the room Robert opened the door to. But inside... It was fantastic... A bed made obviously by the carpenters, 2x6's and 2x8's had been carefully bolted together. Heads recessed, all edges smoothed and sanded. A full size mattress lay on it, blankets were used for sheets, and one was folded up for a pillow. A chair from the cafeteria stood next to it. The walls hadn't been painted yet and the floor was just bare concrete. "Well... it's not very fancy, but should be more comfortable then the cab of the truck." The human was dumbstruck for a few sec, then said. "You did all this for me?... I guess you found out. Come to think of it, I thought I saw a pair of kangaroo ears flash by the truck window..." "You're a good man Jeff. Sometimes dealing with suppliers... well the humans talk about fairness and equality... I'm sure you get some of the hatred because you work for us." Jeff nodded, a little ashamed at his fellow man, some of the things he's heard hadn't been kind. Going out to the truck he brought in his personal stuff. Razor, towel, soap, spare clothes, laptop, and phone. He'd have to figure a way to stop by his old place and get his TV, beat up gaming console and some second hand dishes. Later as the young man lay in his new bed he had to smile... "I'm living in a barn with animals..." Which to him, didn't seam odd or wrong at all.
Since the suppliers were all closed on the weekends there wasn't any deliveries, but the human happily hopped on the little used forklift and was soon moving and stacking material so the carpenters wouldn't have to walk as far to get needed supplies. Later Jeff found out that the island animals don't have the depth perception to safely use the machine. Which accounted for the audience he had for most of the day. Even the seldom seen hogs popped out of their offices to watch. About three, Robert called an early end to the work day. Went over to the human and thanked him for pitching in like that... It was, after all, his day off. On the way to the shower Jeff passed by the pens for the 'normal' animals. Soffie was standing at their usual corner. The human had been spending part of his lunch times petting the pig. So he stopped and was cheered listening to the sow's happy 'oinks'. Molly came by, naked as usual, and told the human that Soffie was used to him and if he wanted, he could hop the fence and get closer to her. Jeff was surprised and a bit honored, Molly really watched over her charges here in the barn. Soffie seamed happy that the human was sitting down on the hay next to her. First thing she did was to stick her flat moist snout into the human's arm pit and snuffle deeply, giving happy grunts and squeaks in the process. Molly leaned over and spoke softly into Jeff's ear. "Human sweat has some of the same chemicals as in boar's saliva... Soffie probably thinks you're a boar that's come to court her." Before the human could say anything, the doe had pranced off to the other end of the vast barn. The young man sat rather stunned until a snout in the ribs brought him back to the job at hand, scratching Soffie. "So you think I'm another hog... Hmm?" The human never tired at all the different happy sounds the sow could make, as he scratched her behind her floppy ears, under her jaw, or between her front legs. Soffie turned sideways and Jeff continued to scratch her dull red hide. Again out of nowhere the naked doe was leaning over them with a stiff bristled brush in her hoof. "Here..." she said thrusting the implement at the human. "She likes this." And she was gone again. Carefully Jeff stroked the brush over the sow's tough skin. Sure enough, the animal leaned closer to the brush. Along her back and down the flat sides of the pig, the human brushed and brushed. He got lower and lower on her side, until he was starting the curve under her belly. But the skin was softer there so he switched back to his hand. He got closer and closer to the line of teats... Should he? "SHE LIKES THOSE RUBBED TOO." came the voice of Molly from several stalls away. The human jumped like he'd been shot! Once his heart left his throat, he began to rub her many teats, as well as the very soft strip of pig flesh between 'em. Soffie finally tired of having her boobs massaged, she turned again... Only this turn presented Jeff with a view of a very pink pig pussy. Figuring Molly was watching from someplace, the young man picked up the brush and again brushed the thick pig skin. Around the curled tail and down both hips. All the while he stared at the pink mound of sex flesh. He knew Molly washed the pigs everyday... She was so very clean... His mouth was dry... He licked his lips, wishing he could...
Jeff wondered to the tack room in a daze... Strange new thoughts were swirling around his brain. He put the brush on a shelf next to similar ones... And wondered to his room. One of the carpenters had built a small desk and left it outside his door. "Like Elves or something." he mused aloud at how things just seam to appear. The human carefully carried the desk inside his room and put it against the wall. Stepping back he saw they had even put a small drawer in it. Pulling it open there was an envelop inside. Opening the unsealed letter... The letter head was from security. From the desk of Ollie North, head of security.
*To: Jeff Scott Subject: Wi-Fi Security would appreciate is you would help beta test the Wi-Fi that will be used here. Please report any loss of signal, or interruption of service to this office. You have unlimited usage. Thanks for your help: Ollie North* At the bottom of the page was a log in name and password.
After supper Jeff returned to his room. He had thought about going to see Soffie again, but he wanted to check a few things out, before his had a second 'date' with the pig.
The laptop battery was nearly flat. (They hadn't made the 'Zero Point' battery small enough to fit in a small device.) So he had to move his new desk slightly so the power cord from his old Dell would reach. At least the job at the lumber yard had paid Jeff enough so that he could afford the fee to get his laptop switched to 'adult' mode, since he was over 18.
Google told him about the reproduction cycle of hogs. And how the boar's penis worked. Youtube showed him the 'mechanics' of how pigs mated. And because the island animals were not 'animals' by law, there was porn with humans and island animals, since it wasn't bestiality.
Actually some of the porn had been made with normal animals. And when the law found out they arrested them, only to find out the new laws were too broad and too vague. So new ones were passed, only the island animals, who weren't really animals, could shag 'normal' animals, because they could 'read' the body language and could tell if the animal was consenting. Then a farmer was turned in by his ex-wife for having sex with a goat... On the stand the farmer said that one of those island goats had come by that very day and told him, that particular doe goat was really wanting someone to shag her. So he did. There's still was no clear law, after all these years.
With all the Youtube vids and the porn, Jeff was able to brush Soffie's bottom without freaking out. Which he did, along with the rest of her, everyday of the following week. Sometimes he'd be out there even after the lights had been turned off. He thought he noticed something Monday... By Tuesday he was sure... Soffie was coming into heat. Her cute pink cunt was swelling. Wednesday he made a bold move, he rubbed his hand over sow's mound. Just a quick swipe... Then longer, lingering rubs... All the while the hog made her happy sounds. Thursday he let his finger slip in the increasing growing pussy... He found her sharp fleshy point of her clit. This brought a squeal of pleasure from the sow. He tried to slip his finger farther into her, but Soffie wasn't quite ready for that and moved away... But as wet as she was, surely her 'standing heat' as the articles had called it, couldn't be that far off. Friday he came to her just after the lights had been lowered to the night time levels. After her normal greeting of deep inhales and snout poking into armpits, she just stopped moving, as if she suddenly was rooted to the floor...
"Could it be now?" the human wondered... He had watch the vids of how a boar 'work' a sow. Nose lifts along her flank, shout bumps around her rear, and finally the chin on her rump. Jeff got up and using his hands the lifted the flesh around her belly, the moved behind her and put his hand on her rump... She stood still. Her vulva was easily twice it's normal size. The human looked around... No sign of Molly. Slipping his shorts off, he had no underwear, the young man now tried to figure out how to get his fully erect eight inch cock, down to her level. Spreading his feet wide apart, he flexed his knees... The sow's cunt was very slick. The fluid fairly bubbled out of her slit. One hand on her back, with the other he pressed his uncut cock head against her puffy lips. They easily opened to let him slide the first few inches in. He stopped to see if Soffie wanted him to stop. What he got was a sow backing up onto his cock, while making happy sounds. There was no lube that could have been as slick as what the pig was putting out. Jeff slid deeper into the silky smooth, oh so warm pig pussy.
The human started to slowly stroke his cock in and out... Damn she was so hot... And Damn she was so smooth... And Damn she had some nice muscles in there. It had been many a month since Jeff had a pussy to fuck. And this one was fucking perfect. He picked up speed... His cock was rock hard as it stroked the animal's cunt... Soon his groin was giving meaty smacks to her bulbous pig butt. With both hands on her hips he held some of his weight off his complaining knees. He wasn't used to being in this position but he was way too far gone to quit now. Faster he pounded her swine flesh... The human wished he had taken his shirt off too, he was getting hot, sweat dripped down his face and onto the hog's back... He breathing was becoming ragged... Close... He was getting close... Squeals and grunts, Soffie was happy... So was the human... With a sharp gasp, Jeff dumped his first load of human semen into the hog... Another stuttering stroke and another blast... Then a third... The forth and final stroke and spurt... He nearly collapsed onto her back, knees giving out... When his softening cock slid from her hole, he rolled off her and into the hay next to her.
Almost at once he noticed a bigger hog approaching them. From his full tusks Jeff knew this was a boar, and could be dangerous for him to be in here. But the animal attention was clearly directed towards the sow and not him. After some greeting grunts and squeals, the huge male wasted no time in putting his chin onto Soffie's rump. Again she stood still and quickly the boar had heaved himself up and onto the sow's back. The pinkish red corkscrew cock was soon thrusting in and out of his belly sheath in search of pig pussy.
After watching countless vids of farmers helping aim boar dicks at sow's cunts... Jeff decided he'd give the boar a helping hand. Scooting closer, he reached out and caught the waving skinny dick and aimed it at Soffie's puffy twat. That the human noted she was dripping his cum. Quickly the osculating cock slipped into the wet pig twat. He saw the boar heave himself farther up onto Soffie's back as his cock slid farther into her.
"Thanks kid." The deep melodious voice made Jeff jump. An island pig! He knew there was a couple her... The male was called Murphy. "She sure is a great fuck, isn't she?" The human could only squeak out a "Yea". Was he caught? Did they even care? The huge island boar sure didn't seam to mind diving into sloppy seconds. Leaning back on the hay Jeff watched the two hogs go at it. He could see Murphy was still stroking his cock back and forth in the sow... But soon his cock must have caught in her cervix and twisted in... And if he was like the boars he'd watched on Youtube, he'd be in her for a quite a while.
Only a few feet from a fantastic sex show, Jeff's cock started to stir back to life. Soon the human was slowly stroking himself as he imagined the boar's cock buried into the sow's griping cervix, making the male pump out his cum into her waiting womb.
There was something stepping on the hay next him and a soft voice saying, "Now there's no need to let this go to waste." And before he knew it, Molly had her hand around his cock, gently stroking it. Her other hand held a bottle of lube that she slathered onto his penis. Then she was over him, her hind legs did that fold that only digigrade legs can do, and she was sliding her cunt down his cock shaft to end up with his balls against ass. A short fluffy tail gave a quick wag, sending her feathery tail hairs to caress his scrotum. The doe gave his cock a squeeze with well trained cunt muscles, and then said, "You got a nice cock." After which, she started bouncing up and down on the human's 'nice cock'.
Leaning foreword, the doe goat rested her hoof/hands on the human's chest, as she rode his cock. Jeff had just gotten into her rhythm, when she stopped, gave a soft bleat, her cunt spasm around his throbbing cock... Then she was back to bouncing up and down on his groin. Looking over at the two hogs, the human was sure Murphy had a smile, and gave him a wink. Having just cum in Soffie, he had a ways to go before he could cum again. But the doe goat didn't seam to mind, she kept up her steady beat, stopping from time to time to do her goat orgasm. The pattern of white patches on brown was dizzying as he watch Molly get off on his hard cock. Laying his head back he just concentrated on the hot goat pussy that was caressing his dick. Every once in a while, one of Soffie's happy squeals could be heard as well as the goat's soft bleats.
Being nineteen, it didn't really take all that long before the human started to feel the tightness gather in his loins. Looking down he watched the goat's pussy lips, pulling out and pushing back in as Molly rode him. With his own lustful groan, the young man gripped the goat around her belly, just above her heaving hind legs and added his own thrusts to their fucking. With a low cry, "I'm goin'a cum!" Jeff pulled the doe down, onto his twitching member. Molly uses her trained cunt muscles to grip the human's cock as it spewed it's white seed up into her animal twat.
For the second time that night, Jeff's orgasm raced through his body, blast after blast of his gooey white cum erupted into the happy doe siting on him... Then... Quiet... Molly slowly lowered herself onto the human's chest. She bent her neck down so she could nuzzle his face and neck. "I'm glad we were right about you." Her voice was heavy with sex, as she whispered the words into his ear.
With two fucking hogs in the background, and Jeff's slowly wilting cock still being milked by the goat's twat. The two quietly talked... Or rather the human listened as the doe told him about how the men on the island made the doe goats 'Sex addicts'. And how they were always on the look out for willing partners. That humans and animals, 'natural' or island animals, could never make young. And even Murphy's fucking of Soffie won't make little pigs, since she was a 'natural' pig. Another trick the men on the island played on them. They wanted to do, and see, lots of fucking, without lots of little ones. The only way she could become pregnant was with an island buck. The two were then quiet. They watched the growing puddle that grew between Soffie's hind legs as Murphy's cum steadily dripped from her puffy lips. "You didn't look all that comfortable when you were fucking Soffie." The doe softly said. "You were watching?" "Sure, I wanted to see if you'd fuck her." The human nodded and since everyone was so cool with him fucking Soffie, he said. "Yea I wished I had something to kneel on, so I'd be the right height. Just then the massive red boar pulled his cock out of Soffie and slid off her back. With what sounded like a very self satisfied grunt, the big male lumbered off. But not before a casual, "Have fun you two." was tossed over his shoulder. Soffie seamed to have had her fill of sex for the night and wondered over and laid on the soft hay.
Both human and doe looked at their still joined genitals. "We seam to be a sticky mess." the goat noted. Molly stood and Jeff got a good look at the pussy that he had been so deeply buried in. Sort of a dusky brown, except where it still gapped open from the girth of his cock being in there for so long, it was reddish pink. A white pearl of his cum dripped from her. Reaching down, she helped the human to his feet. She grabbed her bottle of lube, he snagged his shorts from the fence where he had tossed 'em. The two wobbled to the showers.
Back in his room. Jeff was soon in a deep happy sleep.
Jeff was up at his normal time, and headed towards the cafeteria. But not quite making it. Nora the all white goat doe from receiving, stopped him. "I hate to ask you on your day off, but could you make a trip into town for a small pick up?" "Sure, not a problem." The human was in a very good mood. "Well you'll need to leave right away, the store's warehouse staff leaves at 1:00 on Saturdays." The human changed course and followed the goat to the receiving office to get his paperwork he'd need for the pick up. Just as he was heading out the door to his truck he met Molly, with a plate with three large chocolate chip cookies on it and a large glass of orange juice. "I heard you were having to head out without breakfast, so I got you some cookies left over from last night. And Bill send you a glass of his special juice." Jeff took a cookie from the plate and the glass. "Bill?" "He's going to be the head bartender... I guess you've not met him. He's an all black buck with a really nice set of horns." The human wondered if, 'nice set of horns' was code for something... Since the juice was in a 'glass' glass, he downed it quickly and snagged the rest of the cookies off the plate. "Thanks Molly..." he wanted to say and ask so many things. "You're welcome, now you better get going." She took the empty glass from him. "We'll talk tonight." Jeff headed to his truck, the 'special juice' had a bit of a bitter after taste. He'd better mention that to Bill if he was planning on serving that to humans.
He made it to the store by 12:10. He was glad he didn't make anyone stay over. Especially since it was just one package that he stood on end in the passenger side of the flatbed's cab. If the fast food place hadn't been in the same shopping center, he probably wouldn't have stopped... Seamed his thoughts were returning to last night. He got his sack of food to go and carried it in front of his groin as he walked back to his truck to hide his growing stiffy. Safely in his cab he hit the AC and wolfed down his sandwich. Switching on the motor, he werrrrred back into traffic. He absently munched his fries as he wound his way out of the city. It was after 3:40 by the time he got back. He was so preoccupied with his thought's, he nearly blew by the guard house. Good thing Rolph was quick on the remote or else he would have snapped the 'stop arm' off. Backing the truck up he rolled down the window and apologized to the 'roo. "I'm really sorry.. I was really lost in thought... I..." Rolph just smiled good natured and said he was happy the human had provided a bit of excitement to a boring Saturday afternoon. Jeff and the heavy box was in receiving by 4:00. Nora took the paperwork and pushed the box back to the human. "It's for you." was all she said. The human lugged the box to his room. Just outside the door sat a small package. The box went on the bed and going back he grabbed the smaller package and put it on his desk. "Might as well start small and work up to the big one." he muttered aloud. The small package contained a bottle of lube, like Molly had last night. "Well I guess this makes it official..." he thought. They were cool with what happened last night. That thought made his dick throb in his pants. He tore into the big box... Some sort of exercise equipment... the instructions showed someone kneeling on the adjustable pads and doing a series of stretches and yoga type moves. Jeff stared at the pads... Not only were they ok with what happened last night, they were supplying special equipment to make it easier for him. The knee pads were connected together with a bent u-shaped bar between 'em. This he put over his shoulder and grabbing up the bottle of lube, he headed to the pig pens. His full erection tenting his shorts, leading the way.
Soffie seamed to be waiting on him. She gave her 'happy to see you' grunts and turned around so her swollen vulva was inviting him in. His clothes were off in a flash. His hands shook as he adjusted the knee pads and placed them to just either side of the sow's hind hooves. As wet as she looked, the human didn't think he needed lube, but he splashed a thin coating on his rock hard cock before dropping to his knees, and thrusting into the waiting swine. Soffie gave a bit of a 'surprised squeal' but quickly started making happy grunts.
Jeff never felt so... Alive?.. lustful?.. Just plain horny. He was quickly pounding his cock into the puffy pig cunt. He grabbed the sow just in front of her hips, to help pull himself deeper into her. He could feel the swollen puffy cunt lips of the sow squish against his groin. Every nerve in his body seamed awash in lust. The sight of Soffie's broad red back, and the faint musk of her heat. The wet slop of her natural mucus as his pounding cock slammed into the wet swine pit.
'Yes Yes... I'm going to cum!' a voice in Jeff's mind screamed. 'Yes, let me cum in her!' The human's fast rhythm never faltered right up to the moment of release. Then he was blasting huge wads of whitish human cum deep into the animal's pussy. Again and again he fired his semen into her. The walls of her swine tunnel were hosed with his jets of cum. Five, six, seven times.. Another, eight! Massive loads of human ejaculate were unloaded into the sow. Finally he was just sending small spurts of gooey white liquid to add to what had pooled in her vagina. The young man slowly bent over and as the last of his cum dribbled into Soffie, he laid on her back... His breaths were deep and ragged... Finally he recovered, the fog of lust seamed to lift some.
'Damn!' he thought, 'Who knew sex with a sow could be so intense.' He must have had some reservations last night, but now he had no such inhibitions. At least that's what he figured had happened.
Several minutes later, he was still rock hard... And still buried in Soffie's warm cunt. he lifted himself off her back. Small movements made his cock throb. Slowly the human started to fuck the sow again. Soffie's happy grunts were like music to the young man's ears. More sexy then any human female utterances. Jeff looked down to watch his cock plow in and out of the puffy nether lips of the sow. Her tail in a tight curl, twitching in time to his powerful thrusting. Just a few months ago, he never would have thought about fucking a sow... Now it seamed like the most natural thing in the world...
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed another hog wonder up... It wasn't Murphy... Another sow... She came closer, he could see her lift her head and scent the air. Even the human could smell the heavy musky scent of sex hanging in the air around he and Soffie. Having another sow watching them seamed lewd... And exciting... He slammed into Soffie even harder... His lust rising in leaps and bounds... His cock churning the mixture of her mucus and his cum into a frothy liquid that leaked out with each stroke... 'God she feels so damn good!' he thought... His first blast of cum rocketed deep into her... Followed by another even stronger... Thick gooey ropes of human semen jetted into the pig's vagina. Powerful blasts sprayed her mating tunnel... Then the human was spent... Just a dribble of cum...
"Hey kid, you want to stop hogging the sow?" Murphy's deep voice rumbled behind him. "Let somebody else have a go with her."
Knowing the massive boar was just behind him, Jeff's erection finally wilted. The human pulled out of the sow. A thin string of sticky translucent cum connected the two for a moment, before breaking and starting a journey towards the floor. Standing up, the human reached down and picked up his kneeling blocks. He stopped for a moment to watch the rope of his semen gather speed as gravity pulled at the viscous fluid that leaked from the puffy pig vulva.
Murphy walked up to the sow. He looked at the cum that flowed out of Soffie. "Geeze kid, you part boar or something?"
Jeff stammered... What does one say in a situation like this? "I'll... I'll clean her off for you."
"Won't be necessary kid." The powerful hog heaved himself up, onto the sow's back. Murphy's cock made a few pokes at the sow's rump before Jeff remembered to help. Seamed a bit surreal to be helping another male plow into a pussy you was just in. Backing away, the human bumped into the other sow that had been watching all this time.
"Oh... Hello there." Jeff knelt down and started to rub the sow's ears. "You seam very interested in what's going on here." The new pig started making happy sounds, but soon turned her red bulbous rump towards him. Her light pink pussy lips were shaped like a small mound. Her tightly curled tail seamed to wag almost dog like as he looked at her.
"Well you seam happy to show it off, now do you want someone to do anything with it?" He mused aloud. Reaching out he scratched around her rump above her tail and down both sides around it. 'Well she seams to like that.' Jeff thought to himself. Next he lightly ran his fingers over the soft mound, and the sow stood still. The human's lust tickled something in the back of his mind and before his knew it, he was leaning in, putting his lips around the pig's pussy mound and was lightly sucking on it. Which made the 'happy sounds' the sow was making become even louder. The human flicked his tongue over the soft flesh... And then inside... His exploring tongue soon found her spear like clitoris at the bottom of her slit. Every time he'd make contact with the sensitive organ, the sow would hunch up her back and give a little squeal. But she never made a move to get away from the onslaught of tonguing. All of which had brought the human's lust back up to full boil.
Jeff pulled his mouth away and picked up the lube bottle, squirting some on his fingers and smeared it over her mound. Carefully he slipped his finger into her opening... She pushed back... Deeper he slipped his middle finger into her snug cunt... The sow still made happy sounds and never tried to move away. The human's throbbing erection demanded to be tried next. Standing up and retrieved his kneeling blocks and placed them on either side of her. Next he slathered a good coating of lube over his rampant cock. And knelt behind her. One hand on her back and the other aiming his hard cock at her nether lips.
Her vulva opened to accept him... He pushed deeper, she pushed back... The snug tube stretched around his cock... He was half way in, stopped and pulled out, he applied more lube and slid back in... Easier this time... Deeper... Deeper... Her warm vagina welcomed the young man's penis into it's depths. When his balls touch her rump, the human whispered. "Tight... oh so tight."
For a few moments he just held himself deep in her... but his lust wanted more, it wanted to fuck her... Pulling back slightly, then pushing back in... Then longer and longer his strokes became. The sow's cunt loosened... And soon Jeff was fucking her with long powerful strokes of his cock. His lust was happy, it liked fucking pigs... He like fucking pigs... 'God... so hard' Jeff marveled at how stiff his cock was. 'Like steel'... Again and again he drove his hard cock into the sow's cunt. The human felt his third orgasm of the day, start to build. Stealing a glance at Murphy, by the blessed out look on the boar's face, he knew he had screwed his cock tip into the sow's cervix, and was sending squirt after squirt of his hog semen into her uterus. That thought was enough to send the human's own cum to start rocketing down the length of his cock and blast into the sow's vagina. This third orgasm rocked the young man as hard as the first two. Jeff could scarcely believe the amount of cum that was pumped from his glans and into the sow. Not that he minded the intense feeling of pleasure he was getting from wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.
Jeff lay sprawled on the sow's back. The world finally stopped spinning and his breathing was returning to something more normal... He was still very hard... And the sow was still milking him with her squeezing pussy muscles.
A sudden movement to his right... Soffie must have moved. He could see the long thin penis stretching from her cunt to Murphy's belly sheath. With a grunt and a quick lunge the boar was once again fully on her back and his cock was hidden from view as his sheath opening was pressed against the swollen vulva of the sow.
The young man's cock lurched and throbbed at the sight... He was ready to go again! Levering himself up with his arms, Jeff looked down at the deep red skin of the sow he was still buried in up to his balls. He watched his shaft slowly appear from pink neither lips that stretched in their reluctance in giving up the thick penis... Then puckered back in as if sucking the cock back when he pushed back in. The wetness of the lube, his cum, and her mucus shown in the late afternoon light that streamed through the open doors. He felt as if his whole body was one big sex organ. He closed his eyes as he pick up speed. Faster and faster the human fucked, until he was again slamming his groin against firm meaty rump of the sow. All three hogs were making happy grunts and squeals as the scent of their musky sex filled the air around them. Even the human was adding soft moans to the chorus, as well as a staccato rhythm of slapping flesh.
"OH YEA" came out as a mixture of groan and shout as the human achieved orgasmic bliss for the forth time that afternoon. "Fuck yea." was softly uttered nine times, once for each blast of Jeff's cum into the happy sow. This time the young man seamed locked into his position. Head lulled to one side, eyes still closed, slacked jawed. Breathing deeply as he relaxed as the last of his semen was milked from his cock... That was still far from flaccid.
Someone was stepping through the hay behind him. A warm fuzzy body pressed against his back and a white goat muzzle slid over his shoulder and along his cheek...
"Sally, you mind if I borrow our young human for a bit?" It was Nora... She wanted him!
The sow that was milking his cock spoke. "Sure... Just remember where you found him."
The sow was another island hog! And she hadn't said a word the whole time he was fucking her. Jeff looked over at Murphy, who looked like he was enjoying the whole thing... Not just the sow screwing.
"Sally meet Jeff... Jeff meet Sally."
"Nice to meet you, I'm sure." The sow said in a 'valley girl' voice.. and gave his cock an extra firm squeeze.
"Are you two being mean to Jeff?" The white goat doe asked in mock concern.
"Heck no." came Murphy's deep voice. "I let him have first go with Soffie here."
Nora left Jeff on his kneeling blocks, still stuck in the sow. She went over to a soft pile of hay, bent down on all four's, did the front leg kneel and hind leg fold up just like a normal goat would do. "Come on over here, you look like you need a break from all that sex."
For the first time in a couple of hours, Jeff's 'one eyed monster' had finally flagged and was looking at the ground. He didn't look at his cum leaking out of Sally's pussy, for fear of making himself horny again.
He had just sat on the hay next to Nora, when Murphy slid off Soffie's rump. There was no missing that ribbon of cum that flowed from her soppy twat. "I think we did a pretty good job kid. She looks well fucked if you ask me." And with that pronouncement, the big boar walked over to a patch of hay and laid down. Soffie followed, and after sniffing Murphy's belly where the end of his sheath was, she went around and laid with her back to his... Sally had turned to watch and then turned back to the human. "I'd say Murphy was correct. You two did do a heck of a job on poor Soffie." She then gave him a wink. "And you did a pretty nice job on me too... I'll remember this for quite a while." And she too wondered off and laid down at the far end of the pen.
Jeff nodded towards the sleeping boar and sow. "Too bad they can't have kids between 'em."
"So Molly told you about island animals and normal animals?" Nora asked.
"And humans... About how I can't get anyone pregnant here."
Jeff laid back on the hay, a cool breeze blew in for a few moments. He enjoyed the cool on his still heated body. "Feels good"... The human look around and in a low voice he asked Nora. "Ok.. What did Molly give me this morning?... I mean cumming four times in a row like that... That's not normal, even for a porn star."
Nora told him about the 'super sex' drug the men on the island had made for themselves. And how they became addicted to it. To the point where they didn't eat, didn't sleep, they just kept fucking the animals. That was why he couldn't ever tell anyone about it. If it got out into the world, mankind would fuck itself to extinction. They had given him a tiny dose of the drug. Nothing like the dosage the men on the island were giving to themselves.
"Why give the drug to me?"
"We need to learn about it and it's effects. And we wanted to give you a reward for being such a nice human to all of us." Nora's voice had a pleading sound as if she wanted him to understand and not be mad at her. "It'll wear off in a few more hours."
"Well then..." Jeff sat up and looked at the white doe. "I guess we better get on with the testing." The human really couldn't be mad at the goats. After all they were in a permanent state of sexual arousal. He was only going to be like this for a few more hours.
"I'm betting you'd be a willing partner for the next test?"
Nora gave a happy bleat and said. "Oh god yes. I've always wanted to do it, what you humans call, the missionary position."
Jeff got up and retrieved his bottle of lube. From the porn he'd watched, missionary with a goat, one just had to roll said doe over from the position Nora was in now. By the time the human had picked up the bottle to then turn back to her, his erection was once again full hard. Kneeling in the soft hay, he carefully rolled her over... Which she did very easily. "I've been practicing laying on my back." She almost sound like she was blushing at the admission.
First thing Jeff noticed was her bright pink nether area. Her tiny rosebud of a vulva was already wet with her juices. "You sure you can take me?" the human asked.
"Yes, very sure... We doe's can stretch a lot." And again he could almost hear her blush as she added. "I've been practicing with a dildo."
"Well Molly sure didn't have any problem last night. She must have been really worked up the way she started cumming as soon as she sat on me."
"Did that bother you?"
"Heck no, I thought it was uber sexy." Just remembering Molly last night, his lust flared up. With a lustful groan, he got into kneeling position behind the doe. With suddenly shaky hands he barely got the lube open and coated his throbbing erection. He closed the top and tossed the bottle aside. Taking his cock in hand he started to aim for Nora's animal cunt... Just not quite the right angle... He took her hind legs in the other hand and pushed them farther up, making the goat rump roll up more. 'There', he thought, 'That should be just right'. Leaning foreword, he pressed his glans against the pink opening. Sure enough it opened easily to let him slowly slide his rampant cock in. He watched as the pink flesh gobbled up his cock. As with Molly last night, he slid completely in without stopping. The hot goat flesh wrapped around his cock... He leaned foreword more, he didn't have to hold her legs, his belly held them in place... Nora gave a soft bleat as he hilted in her. Again a short hairy tail wagged against his balls. Jeff lowered himself onto his elbows on either side of the goat's body. He had her trapped under him. But the only sound she made was happy little bleats. Slowly he started fucking her. Lifting his loins up to pull out and then back down to drive back into her silky vagina. Her vulva twitched and tried to grip his slick shaft as it thrust in and out of her. Even at this slow pace the doe was soon bleating and quivering under the young man. Jeff would stop at these times, to let her enjoy them, then continued his slow fucking of her sex. He started to grind himself against her when she started moaning and twitching, he must have been tweaking her clit, because she seamed to have a more intense orgasms. By now the doe was panting and her bleats became louder... "Fuck me..." she whispered. "Fuck me hard." Looking up at her face, he saw her looking back at him. Her wide spread horns kept her head directly pointed at him. Sliding his hands under her head he lifted it so he could be rub his lips against her's. Her tongue flitted out and 'kissed' him. Jeff rocked his hips from side to side... She shuttered and bleated... He let her head back down into the soft hay and resumed his thrusting into her... Faster this time. Long full strokes... Harder and faster the human fucked... His own lust rapidly heated... Quickly the fog of sex overtook the young man as his hips became a blur as he pounded the white doe. Jeff's breathing became as ragged as the goat's... On and on he fucked her... Lust flared... Muscles bunched... Semen blasted forth.
"Ahhh... shit that's sooooo good." the young man cum hard, for the fifth time. He hugged the doe to him as he held himself deeply in her milking cunt. A third animal's vagina was coated with human semen. Whitish fluid jetted into her... It blasted so hard that it flooded the very deepest part of her cunt...
Nora heard the human cry out and felt him shutter and buck above her... She could feel the powerful jets of cum being blasted into her. And she too was amazed at the amount of semen the young man pumped in. She had never been so full of cum... Even after a orgy with a dozen bucks! The goat felt the human relax on top of her, and his breathing slowed and became steady.
He had passed out! 'Good thing he's skinny' Nora thought to herself. Since her hoofs were under him, it was easy to roll him over onto the hay. Jeff's arms and legs flopped out into a 'spread eagle'. His still dribbling cock also flopped about smearing his belly and thighs with jizz. The goat could see the human's chest rise and fall with his steady breathing.
Molly stepped over the fence and knelt next to her friend. "He's not dead is he?"
Nora giggled and said, "No.. just overcome... it was his fifth time this afternoon."
Molly looked at the white doe's pussy and at the mass of oozing human semen bubbling up. "Damn, looks like you had a go with Murphy." she noted.
"You know, I've not done him yet." Nora stated "Seams like he's always fucking Soffie or some other 'in heat' sow."
"I wouldn't bother." Molly offered, "Connie did him once, she said he was great at first, but then she had to clinch around his cock so tight to make him cum. By the time he was done she had sore muscles and a jelly plug that dissolved when she was in the shower, thank goodness, he must'a pumped in a pint she said."
Nora listened to the information and said, "Thanks for the warning. I guess I'll stick with ruminates...", she added, "And humans".
"Lay still for a minute, I'll go get a towel." Molly got up and was quickly back with a couple towels and a wet washcloth. "Here you go", as she handed a towel to Nora and knelt next to the sleeping human. The brown goat with the white patches cleaned the human the best she could, wiping up the mixture of various sexual fluids. Nora put the towel over her cunt and rolled onto her belly.
"Whoa... maybe not a pint, but a good half a cup at least. That drug is really something". Standing up the white doe held the towel to her groin. "I feel like I'll be dripping human cum the rest of the day."
Molly got up and surveyed her handy work. "I guess that's good for now, at least he won't be so sticky when he wakes up."
The two goats left the pen and went their separate ways, Nora to the showers and Molly back to taking care of 'her' animals.
Jeff slowly returned to conciseness... What a dream he had... fucking pigs and goats... even now he was dreaming about getting a blow job... wait... He got an eye open and looked at his groin. There was a sow's head bobbing up and down. With a groan he laid his head back down. He was rock hard again... Who wouldn't be? That hog really was doing a great job. He looked again... "Sally?" The sow only oinked and kept up her head bobbing and her tongue swirling around his shaft. Her long snout easily took him full length... Her flat nose blew hot breath into the hair around his cock base. 'Who knew pigs could suck?'.
She must'a been at this for a while, because his loins were already starting to feel that tingle... The human moaned and started to buck his hips up into that wonderful wet swine muzzle... "Oh god yes!" Jeff cried out as his orgasm roared through him... His body went stiff as his cum shot up like a volcanic eruption, spewing hot cum into the back of the pig's throat... muscles worked... cum jetted up... blast after blast... only five this time... The drug must be wearing off. With a great deal of happy grunts, Sally slurped up every drop of human semen, and sucked for more. The young man reach down and gently pusher her sucking muzzle from his cock... "Too sensitive!" Jeff croaked. "The head is too sensitive now".
Sally laid next to the human, she was still eyeing the wilting penis.
"Don't you ever get enough?" Jeff asked with a chuckle.
"Do you?" Asked the sow.
"Yea... after six times, I think I'm done for a while." admitted the human.
So began the biweekly orgy.
And a few months later, by unanimous vote, Jeff was promoted to "honorary animal". And was given access to the private residence wing of the barn. Soon after he moved in with Sally. | The Goat Farm 2 by Ramseys | [
"Anthro",
"Bestiality",
"Cum",
"Feral",
"Goat",
"Human",
"M/F",
"Non-Anthro",
"Oral",
"Pig",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series",
"Vaginal",
"Zoophilia"
] |
*Fantasy Land - The 90210 Chronicles*
Part 1
Annalynne rolled furiously on her bed in frustration. Who the hell was making so much noise at this time? She punched the bed repeatedly and rolled onto her side to double check the time, it was 06:05. It was bad enough being woken up at this time any morning but Annalynne had a massive hangover today and she wasn't happy at all. She tried to drown out the various noises of clattering plates and other sounds she couldn't recognise by covering her head with a pillow. It somewhat worked, she managed to get back to sleep.
Annalynne was woken again an hour later, but this time, someone had entered her room.
'Annalynne, it's time to get up.' A voice called. Annalynne was dazed; she didn't know what was going on.
'Go away!' She shouted from beneath her pillow.
'No Annalynne, it's time to get up for school.'
Annalynne was confused, she thought she was dreaming. She sat up and rubbed her eyes trying to fix her vision, until she could see Lori Loughlin, another actress from 90210 standing in her doorway wearing a yellow summer frock. The light from the hallway and her bright dress nearly blinded Annalynne in her fragile state.
'Lori, what the fuck are you doing?' Annalynne complained before collapsing on the bed once more.
'I'm trying to get you up for school Anne; it's your first day today.' Lori stated once more and then ripped the sheets off her, throwing them onto the floor. Annalynne shivered slightly but she was still covered by her pink Pyjamas.
'I'm in no mood for your jokes today Lori, I'm very hungover.'
'Have you been drinking Annalynne?'
'Oh my God Lori, you know I have, will you just leave me alone.'
'It's time to get up for school Annalynne and my name is Mrs Loughlin.'
'Fuck off Mrs Loughlin.' Annalynne screamed, throwing her pillow at her, hitting Lori in the face. Lori, rolling up her proverbial sleeves marched into her room to the side of the bed to an oblivious Annalynne. Lori quickly bent down and placed her hands on either side of Annalynne's waist, but before she could complain lifted her into the air spinning her round as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Annalynne landed with a thump over Lori's knee.
'What the fuck!' Annalynne roared, she had no idea what was happening to her, she felt her right arm pinned to her back, her left arm was stuck under stomach, she couldn't move it. She felt Lori's leg on the back of her calves, pinning them down unable to move, her belly was rested over Lori's left knee. Then it happened, she felt a breeze on her butt, Lori had pulled her pyjama bottoms down, it hit her, Lori was about to give her a spanking, she wriggled violently.
'Don't you fucking dare!' Annalynne screamed, trying to move but she was out muscled. 'Help! Help!' She screamed instead trying to catch the attention of one of her friends.
'It's that foul language that's gotten you into this situation young lady.'
Annalynne was about to argue but she heard a whooshing noise and then a loud SMACK.
'OW!' Yelped Annalynne, feeling an unbearable stinging feeling on her bottom.
SMACK
'OW!' Another had landed, stinging more than the first. Then, they rained down.
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'Oh my God!' Annalynne cried out, her bottom was on fire. 'Lori stop! Please!'
Lori did stop, for a moment.
'I've told you, it's Mrs Loughlin.' She yelled.
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'Ok! Ow! Ok! Ow! Ow!' Annalynne yelped. 'I'll call you what, Ow! You, Ow! Want, Ow! Just, Ow! Stop hitting my ass!'
'Not until you've learnt your lesson.' Lori shouted over the sound of her hand smacking against Annalynne's lightly pink bottom.
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'Oh God!' Annalynne screamed, tears forming in her eyes. Her bottom stung like mad, she wriggled it after every smack trying to dodge her hand but without being able to move much or look where she was aiming. It was helpless. 'Stop, just stop!'
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Annalynne stopped moving, she just lay there, crying, allowing Lori to smack her bottom. Lori stopped too. She looked down at Annalynne's red butt and smiled at how wet she was, then picking her up by the waist she then pushed her onto the bed. She looked at the clock.
'It's 07:15 Annalynne, you have to be in school for 08:00.' Lori stated walking to the doorway and grabbing some clothes from outside, she hung them up on her wardrobe handle. 'I expect you showered, dressed and down for breakfast at 7:30 is that clear?'
Annalynne didn't move, she just laid flat down on her bed holding her red bottom.
'I said is that clear?' Lori yelled, walking towards her hand in the air.
'Yes, Yes!' Annalynne cried, shuffling up the bed shielding her bottom away from her.
'Yes what?' Lori demanded sternly, arms folded.
'I, I...don't know what you want!' Annalynne shouted, crying worried that she would get another spanking.
'I've told you to call me Mrs Loughlin.'
'Yes Mrs Loughlin!' Annalynne sobbed, she watched Lori leave before cursing.
'Fucking bitch!' she whispered. She got out of bed, and rushed towards her wardrobe mirror and spun round showing her ass, it was bright red, she touched it with the tip of her index finger, and it stung like mad. She felt again with a few more fingers and winced and cursed at how warm it felt. Then she noticed, hanging on wardrobe door adjacent to the mirrored one, the uniform hanging down. The plaid skirt and the white shirt, it was a school uniform, what the hell was going on?
Annalynne had lived in this house for nearly a year now, she lived in what was once known as Los Angeles, but after the manplague it wasn't really anything. Except for where they lived. They lived in a huge area of land completely walled off from the world. It was about fifteen kilometres in diameter; it had many buildings within it, a lake, and contained a part of the beach and sea. The walls were so high that they were impossible to climb; it had one entrance a large heavily enforced gate. Annalynne had been brought here when she was rescued along with Shenae another friend from her hit TV series show 90210.
They were hidden in Shenae's bedroom, hiding in the wardrobe; marauding men were ransacking the house looking for anything or anyone. Shenae had been crying because all they could hear was the sound of her mum and sister screaming, it was horrible. But then out of nowhere, a man rushed in attacking all the invaders, killing most of them, driving some of them away, grabbed them both out of the cupboard and ran straight to a vehicle he had parked outside, at first they had fought him but once he threw them inside they were reunited with other friends from the set and people they recognised who lived close to them. Shenae screamed at him to go back and get her mum and sister but the man said when he did, there were hundreds of them and they all would have died, she was devastated. They all were.
When they first got to this place, they were all really depressed and angry. But as the months went on, they started to enjoy it slightly, relaxing by the pool all day, drinking with friends. It was actually turning into bliss. Annalynne had been at a party last night with two hundred women, some of which were talented singers such as Rihanna, Britney Spears and Katy Perry. But now, Annalynne found herself in her room with a sore bottom and a school uniform in front of her, this couldn't be good.
Annalynne looked at the time, it was 07:17, she stepped over to the far side of the room taking off her pyjama top, and her bottoms had already been removed by Lori. Bitch. She stepped into her shower cubicle, and turned on the shower, as the water trickled its way to her bottom, she yelped and squirmed on the spot, cursing. She stepped back and her sore bottom touched the shower wall and she cursed again, she quickly turned the temperature down to cold, but the rest of her body was freezing, she put her hands over her breasts, her nipples were rock hard as she stood shivering. She spun round and aimed the shower head at her bottom and closed her eyes, it felt wonderful.
She left it like that for a couple of minutes until she remembered she didn't have very long, she quickly washed her hair and body under a warmer temperature while bearing the sting of her bottom then stepped out of the shower.
Drying herself quickly, she noticed it was 07:21 and so moved to her nightstand to dry her hair. She wrapped the towel around her body covering her breasts and sat down.
'OW!' She screamed, as felt her bottom press against the chair. She stood back up instantly. She remained standing as she blow dried her hair and brushed it.
She saw that it was 07:26, and quickly put on her uniform, after she did the second to last button up on her shirt she was done and it was 07:29, she thought she'd better hurry.
Stepping out into the hallway, she heard a feint noise that sounded like screaming coming from Gillian's room, she pressed her ear to the door and heard them clearer, she was swearing. She also heard a distinct slapping noise and realised immediately that she was being spanked like Annalynne had. She didn't have time to listen, although she would have as she didn't like Gillian. Walking on, she looked into Jessica Lowndes and Shenae's room but they were empty, then she reached Jessica Stroup's. The door was open slightly, and as she drew closer she heard louder and louder the now very familiar sound of a spanking. She reached the door and to Annalynne's horror, Jess was being spanked, but not by Lori, by Jennie Garth. So Jen was in on it too!
Annalynne paused for a moment and watched awestruck as Jess wriggled on Jen's lap as she smacked her very red bottom.
'Annalynne!' Anne nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard a voice call from downstairs. 'If I have to come up and get you I'll make sure your bottom stays red for the rest of the day.'
Annalynne practically ran down the stairs.
'I'm here, I'm here!'
She was slightly startled as she entered the kitchen and saw Jessica and Shenae stood at the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal also dressed in uniform. They both looked as equally hungover and bemused as she did. Jessica was wearing the same uniform as Annalynne, but Shenae's was different, she wore a pink shirt instead of white.
'Here's your cereal sweetie.' Lori announced stepping out from the kitchen. Annalynne was lost for words.
She walked to the counter and placed the bowl upon it, having no intention to sit she pushed the stool to the side and stood at the counter. She looked to her right and saw that both girls had also neglected to use their stools; she took this to mean that they had also been spanked.
She looked down at her cereal, but didn't really feel hungry; she was too hungover and humiliated to eat. She pushed it aside and watched Lori washing up in front of her, with her back to the girls. She tapped Shenae on the shoulder who looked at her, Annalynne then circled her finger at the side of her head and mouthed 'crazy bitch' with her eyes as wide as she could. Shenae nodded frantically and pointed to her bottom, bending her knees and closing her eyes. Annalynne silently nodded and looked at Jess who nodded, with eyes that screamed 'what the fuck?'
One of them needed to say something, but they were scared that they would be spanked again. Suddenly, Annalynne realised that there was three of them and only one of her, she tried to motion it to the others but Lori turned around.
'Eat your cereal Annalynne.'
'I'm not hungry.'
'Do you want me to spoon feed it you Annalynne?' Lori asked picking up her spoon at the other side of the counter and holding it up, Annalynne stepped backwards.
'No, Lori...'
'Mrs Loughlin.'
'Fine, no Mrs Loughlin, I'm not hungry, I'm very hungover and annoyed.'
'Eat your cereal Annalynne, or you won't be allowed out after school.'
'Are you serious?'
'Very.'
The other girls watched in stunned silence at the argument that was transpiring, neither wanting to step in, but both rooting for Annalynne. When it seemed as though the tenseness of the situation was going to cause Annalynne to do something, Jennie walked in.
'Morning girls,' said Jennie as she walked into Lori's half of the kitchen and turned on the kettle.
No one responded.
'Cheery bunch aren't they?' Jennie asked Lori, drying the plates she had just washed.
'Well they've been rather naughty this morning.' Lori explained. Annalynne's jaw dropped to the floor.
'Oh I see, Gillian and Jessica have been a bit on the naughty side too, Jessica's in danger of being late for her first day of school.'
'We're ok I think,' Lori checked glancing at the clock, it was 7:40, 'got a good ten minutes before we need to set off.'
Jen nodded in acknowledgment as she poured herself a coffee.
'If I'm being forced to go to school, can I at least have a coffee to wake me up?' Annalynne asked bitterly.
'My word, you've got your handful with that one haven't you?' Jennie laughed, as she moved into the living room with her coffee and turned on the television.
'No you cannot.' Lori replied sternly, 'you've behaved badly enough today as it is, I don't need any more cheek out of you. Now if you're not going to eat your cereal like a good girl, then go upstairs and brush your teeth.'
Annalynne couldn't believe her ears.
'Now!' Lori shouted.
Jess and Shenae moved immediately and walked upstairs, Annalynne hesitated for a moment, but when Lori motioned to come around to her side with intent to spank she thought better of it and ran upstairs.
'Oh my God' Annalynne whispered walking into the bathroom; the other two girls were brushing their teeth in front of the mirror. Annalynne grabbed her brush.
'I know!' Jessica replied removing her brush for a second, then spitting into the sink. 'What's happening?'
'My butt is so sore.' Shenae complained.
'I can't believe she spanked us, Lori did it?' Annalynne asked.
'Yeah.' Shenae and Jessica both responded.
'Did you see Stroup getting spanked?'
'No.' they simultaneously responded again.
'I did, Jennie was spanking her like she did us, her door was open, I wonder why they're not with us.'
'I don't know, but we've got to tell get out of here, this is insane.' Jess replied.
'I wonder if he knows what's going.' Shenae pondered.
'He's not here, he's away, he won't be back for two months, besides he's not in power any more is he.'
They had finished brushing their teeth and were stood whispering still in the bathroom when a voice called.
'Right girls, it's time to go.' Lori shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
Reluctantly, one after the other they marched downstairs and out of the door Lori held open. As they stepped into the street they were even more surprised to see groups of girls walking in the same direction, coming from all over. Lori grabbed her right hand as they stepped out of the gate, Annalynne saw she had hold of Shenae's and Jessica held Shenae's other hand and they began walking in a line up the street. But so was everyone else. Just ahead of her walking was a girl she recognised as Katie Cassidy, she was holding hands with an older woman whom she didn't know either, but younger girls surrounded her.
In silence, they walked down together to the school, as they drew nearer they could see the older women walking away on their own from the school up ahead and there were groups of girls scattered around in the old playground. Eventually they reached it, and Lori stopped.
'Right, I'm going to work; don't get into any mischief any of you. I'll be back to pick you up at three o'clock.'
No one responded, but gladly walked away from her into the playground. After a few minutes of standing around gossiping with other girls in pure amazement, a whistle was blown. Everyone was quiet. Annalynne recognised her immediately, it was Liz Hurley.
'All girls aged twenty two you are to form an orderly queue at the furthest door where Mrs Liu, Mrs Zellweger and Mrs Zeta-Jones are stood.' Liz announced, but nobody moved. 'Now!' Liz yelled, the girls eventually started to queue up at the appropriate door.
'Thank you.' Liz sighed, annoyed. 'All girls aged twenty three; you must go to the next door down where Mrs Britton, Mrs Judd and Mrs Lindemulder are standing. Go now, thank you.'
The girls moved, including Shenae who reluctantly left Annalynne and Jessica.
'All girls aged twenty four; please queue up at the next door down where you will find Mrs Berry, Mrs Hayek and Mrs Leoni.'
Annalynne was sad to see Jessica leave her side; she looked around and caught sight of various other girls who must be her age as there was only one door left.
'Finally, all the girls aged twenty five please queue at the final door on the end where you will find Mrs Kidman, Mrs Roberts and Mrs Moss. Thank you.' Liz announced before heading through the twenty five year olds door, out of sight.
Annalynne headed into the queue, she was stood behind Hilary Duff, and she looked behind her and saw Blake. Neither said a word to the other. The line started to move, as they entered the building they moved into a large hall where they waited for a minute until everyone was inside, Mrs Moss began reading a list of names, none of which contained Annalynne's, at the end she instructed them to follow her into what was obviously a classroom at the back left of the hall. As the door closed Annalynne read on the door '4M' and considered what it might mean but then heard her name called by Nicole Kidman, when she was finished, Annalynne along with a selected few walked into a classroom at the far right of the hall. As she walked through the doorway Annalynne saw the door bore the name '4K' she understood K must mean Kidman, and considered that 4 might mean the year she was in, Shenae being in 2 and Jess being in 3.
Some of the girls had taken the initiative of moving to sit down, but when Nicole shut the door she instructed them to stand. Over the next few minutes according to a piece of paper in front of her, Nicole sat the girls down where she wanted them, Annalynne found herself between Ellen Page and Blake at the front of the class.
There was a lot of wincing and cursing as the girls sat themselves down on their elected chairs, Annalynne found herself leaning to one side on a patch of her bottom she had found to be less painful. But as Nicole was walking past she grabbed her by the shoulders and placed her correctly in her chair, much to Annalynne's bemusement. She motioned to complain, but Nicole quickly held up her hand as she stood in front of her small desk.
'Don't.' She demanded. 'I don't want to have to spank you two minutes into your first day Annalynne.' Nicole then walked to the front of the class and wrote her name on the whiteboard. Annalynne bit her lip and took her advice.
'My name, as most of you will know is Mrs Kidman.' Nicole began. 'I imagine some of you will have a lot of questions for me, so in my lesson plan I have allowed for ten minutes where you can ask me whatever you want, provided you do so in a polite and respectful manner, before we begin with the lesson.
'Now raise your hand if you have something you wish to ask.'
'Yes, how about vot the fuck' Called a voice with a thick foreign accent at the back. Nicole looked quickly at her clipboard before responding.
'Miss Sharapova, I'm going to let that slip, but if you swear in my classroom again you'll find yourself on the other end of a spanking, is that clear?'
'If you say so.' Maria responded.
'Now would you like to reword the question?'
'Vot is going on? Vi am I dressed in this ridiculous American schoolgirl attire, ven I should be playing tennis viv Anna.'
'You're in that attire so that I and the other teachers at the school know what year you are in.'
'Forget that Mrs Kidman.' Annalynne blurted out.
'Raise your hand Miss McCord.' Nicole instructed calmly, as she leant back on her desk. 'Yes dear?'
'Why have you put us all in this school, why have you spanked everyone, why are you threatening to spank everyone, what the hell?'
The room was filled with loud murmurs of agreement with Annalynne's questions, everyone was extremely angry.
'We have placed you in school because we were failing to uphold the demands that were placed upon us when we women took power. The levels of drunkenness, noisiness, damages and people spending time in hospitals was getting out of hand and the council voted that it was time to implement change.'
This announcement met a hostile response from the class.
'To answer your question of why we had spanked you, and why we are threatening to do so, is because we rightly predicted that this transition would be unwelcome by the younger generations and so we deemed it necessary to use force in order to get you to attend and to achieve.'
The girls' hand shot up in the air, each desperate to speak.
'I will answer one more question.' Nicole stated. 'Yes Miss Lively.'
'What's the point of school though, couldn't you have just limited the hours that the bars were open?'
'Well we're sure that you would have found other ways to drink and cause a nuisance of yourself. We're fed up this place looking like a dump. The point of school is that it was doubly necessary, you need to learn things, for example we need doctors and you need to find more productive things to do. Now that's all the questions, it's time for the lesson.'
The girls all spoke to each other, outraged.
'Quiet now.'
They kept on talking.
'Quiet!' Nicole shouted, slapping a plastic ruler onto her desk, the room fell silent.
'If you look inside your desks you will find a textbook...'
Part 2
The lesson carried on for two hours and as the clock struck ten Mrs Kidman led the girls outside into the playground, before she herself departed. Annalynne wandered about, not bothering to talk to any of the girls in her class. She was wondering where Shenae and Jessica were. A few moments later she spotted Shenae being escorted outside with her mates through the very door she had entered, and then Jess too from her entrance. Annalynne beckoned them both towards her; they walked silently to the far corner of the playground.
'We have got to get out of here!' Annalynne started, she spoke relatively loudly for there were only two 'teachers' in sight and neither were anywhere near them, but standing together next to the building.
'No kidding.' Jess replied. 'But how?'
'Let's just make a run for it.' Annalynne suggested.
'But where are we going to go?' Shenae asked.
'Anywhere!' Annalynne cried.
'But let's say we make it out of here, what's to say they won't find us anyway?' Shenae whispered, fearing being overheard.
'We've got to try, we have to find somewhere we can hide, at least until he gets back.' Annalynne looked around her, the grounds were highly fenced off, and the lowest point was gate at the entrance that the cars had to drive through before the manplague. It was at the opposite end of the playground to the women on watch, they might be able to sneak over it without being spotted.
'Follow me.' Annalynne instructed.
She walked slowly to the gate, trying to look inconspicuous, when she drew nearer; she noticed the building was further in front of the gate, so that if they touched it, they were out of sight. She waited for the Mrs Liu to turn around, when she finally did, they all rushed to the gate.
'Quick!' Annalynne pleaded.
She helped Shenae up being the smallest of the three girls; she climbed over and dropped to the other side. Annalynne then jumped over, and sat on top of the gate, one leg over. She turned to help Jess up who was struggling. They were being watched by everyone in the playground, she gestured for them to look away to avoid causing a scene, but it was too late, a whistle was blown and all the girls turned to face them. Mrs Liu and Mrs Britton came running over and pulled Jess down back into the playground, they tried grabbing at Annalynne but she hopped over the fence.
Grabbing Shenae be the arm, she began to run as fast as she could out of the grounds and into the street. She turned right out of the car park, and they ran uphill without any idea what their plan was. At the top of the hill feeling out of breath, Annalynne stopped and looked behind her, Mrs Liu was right behind them, no sign of Mrs Britton. Annalynne turned to carry on running.
Looking over her shoulder a few minutes later she saw Mrs Liu was only twenty feet or so away from her, she pulled Shenae towards a building on their right and they opened the front door and ran inside, locking the door behind them with the keychain that must have been there before when it was someone's house. They turned around and were horror struck when they saw that in the living room sat four women; Annalynne recognised one to be Jennifer Aniston. She turned and ran upstairs with Shenae just behind her and they found the bathroom, locking themselves in. They stood for a moment, gasping for breath. | 90210 Chronicles | [
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'Oh crap.' Shenae whispered. 'What have we done?'
'We haven't done anything Shen, it's them bitches.' Annalynne panted. 'Do you think we can climb out of the window?'
Shenae opened it by climbing onto the toilet, standing on her tip toes she peered out and turned back shaking her head.
'It's a long way down.'
'Then we stay in here for as long as we can, my ass is still red from this morning.'
'Girls, open this door immediately.' Called a voice from outside the door.
'No way!' Annalynne immediately shouted back.
'You can't stay in there forever.' That was Mrs Liu.
'We can try.' Annalynne shouted.
Shenae sat down on the toilet and put her head in her hands. Annalynne decided to sit down on the edge of the bath.
'Annalynne, this is Mrs Liu speaking.'
She paused, perhaps waiting for a reply but she didn't get one.
'I'm going to assume this little escape plan was your idea, am I right?'
Neither girl responded.
'Well I know I'm right because everyone knows Shenae wouldn't have come up with this idea.'
'So what?' Annalynne shouted.
'Well, I'm going to offer you a deal. If you both come out now, I will only give Annalynne a spanking because it was you're idea and it's only fair.'
'What? No way!' Annalynne shouted, Shenae looked at her a little disappointed.
'What?' She whispered. 'Do you expect me to agree with that?'
'No.' Shenae replied, looking down. 'I can't ask you to do it, it wouldn't be right.'
'We're starting to detach the handle as we speak, if you come out now and save having to dismantle this handle, then I will only spank you Annalynne, but if you don't come out before we gain entry in five minutes then we're going to tan you both, very, very hard.'
Annalynne stopped to think for a moment.
'You have five seconds before the offer is off the table.'
Annalynne looked at Shenae with eyes wide open, not sure what to do.
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Annalynne couldn't think straight.
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She panicked, holding her head in her hands.
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'Oh God, I don't know.' She whispered to Shenae, who was shaking.
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'Wait!' Annalynne shouted. She took a deep breath and stood up. Then slowly walked to the door. She unlocked it. The door flung open. Outside there were several seriously pissed off women. Mrs Liu grabbed Annalynne by the ear and dragged her down the stairs.
'Ow!' Annalynne shouted, 'That hurts!'
'It's about to get a whole lot worse for you young lady.' Mrs Liu shouted, pulling her into the living room by the ear. She let go, and grabbed a wooden chair from the table in the corned and placed it in the centre of the room. Then she walked over to Annalynne who had already tried to run but was blocked in the exit by a woman she didn't recognise. She looked into the face of the tall blonde woman and felt Mrs Liu's hands on the waistband of her knickers; they were pulled to the floor.
'No, stop it, get off me!' She shrieked. The blonde held her arms up into the air, and Mrs Liu unbuttoned her white school shirt one by one before throwing it away, she then unclipped her bra, Annalynne wriggled trying to free herself of the blondes grip to cover her naked breasts, but she couldn't. Then, her skirt was unclipped, and she was completely bare but for the white socks and pumps covering her feet. Mrs Liu grabbed her by the arm and dragged her kicking and screaming to the chair where she pulled her down over her knee and gave her the second spanking of the day.
Annalynne screamed as Mrs Liu smacked her sore bottom. She had a different technique to Lori, Lori's were hard and every second. Mrs Liu's weren't as hard but were faster, she wasn't sure which one she hated more, all she knew was that her bottom stung like made. Although the way the spanked her differed, they both pinned her down in a similar manner, arm pinned behind her back, leg covered by Mrs Liu's.
'Ow!' Annalynne heard Shenae shout upstairs. 'Get off me!'
'What's going on?' Annalynne shouted over the sound of her ass being spanked.
'She's probably getting a spanking.' Mrs Liu replied as she switched to Annalynne's left cheek now that her right was bright pink.
'What?' Annalynne yelped, 'You said you wouldn't spank her!'
'I'm not, I'm spanking you.'
'I don't understand, you promised you wouldn't spank her!'
'Yes. I never said anything about anyone else.'
'You bitch!' Annalynne screamed, with all her strength she broke through Mrs Liu's grip and rolled onto the floor. Before she could move the tall blonde had her in her arms and knelt her on the ground with her chest on sofa, she held her down.
'Thanks Lisa.' Mrs Liu then bent behind Annalynne's ass she knelt on all fours and continued to rapidly smack her bottom.
'You bitches!' Annalynne screamed, 'you fucking lied to me!'
'So what.' Responded the blonde, who Annalynne didn't recognise was Lisa Kudrow.
'This was always going to happen, we just sped up the process. The funny thing is is that we didn't even have any tools to dismantle the door, you could have been in there all night.'
'Oh, you're gonna pay for this!' Annalynne roared.
'I don't think so.' Mrs Liu laughed as she sat on top of her back lightly in order to get a better angle and deliver harder smacks to her bottom. Annalynne could do nothing but weep as she heard Shenae crying upstairs over the loud echoes of her bottom being smacked repeatedly.
Part 3
It had been a long month for Annalynne and her friends. After Mrs Loughlin had been informed of the escape attempt from school she had spanked her at least once a day. Why everyone just assumed it was all her fault Annalynne had no idea, Shenae and Jessica were just as to blame and they got off lightly compared to her. Annalynne had been, much to her bemusement, grounded for two more weeks than they had. However, Annalynne had learnt it was much easier, especially on her bottom, to just get on with it and do as she was told...at least for the time being.
Today though, was Saturday 31st. This meant two things; no school... but even better than that, she was ungrounded. Jumping out of her bed wearing nothing but a smile Annalynne dragged open the curtains of her bedroom, the sunshine blinded her as it reflected off her long blonde hair. She rocked onto the balls of her feet as she ran a finger through her curls while they other reached as high as it could stretching her body. Suddenly, with a spring in her step, she hopped backwards grabbed her nightgown from the wardrobe and opened her bedroom door. She jumped two steps across the hall and opened the adjacent door.
'Wake up Gill!' Annalynne screamed as she slammed the bedroom door into the wall bursting into the room.
'What?' Gillian Zinser replied sleepily from beneath her blanket.
'Get up you lazy bitch, it's time to hit the waves.'
'What time is it?' Gillian complained.
'nine am, get up lazy.'
'Go away!' Gillian shouted, slamming a pillow over her head.
'Come on, it's time to hit the waves.' Annelynne replied excitedly, opening her curtains.
'The waves will still be there at a reasonable hour, now leave me alone.'
'I'm not going to leave you alone so may aswell...'Annalynne ripped the blanked off of her naked body and giggled '...just get up!' Annalynne slapped her friend's bare bottom.
'Ohhh!' Gillian complained lazily, 'fine i'll be up in a minute.'
Satisfied with this typically unenthusiastic response from her laid back friend, Annalynne proceeded to wake up the entire house. Storming into each of the girls rooms Annalynne made sure that everyone one of them were awake before she herself decided to go and dressed. Picking out a pair of denim shorts and a pink bikini set, Annalynne imagined the fun that lay ahead of her.
She did not predict what would happen in the kitchen.
'What do you mean we can't go to the beach!' Annalynne yelled at Lori.
Lori was sat at the kitchen counter on a high stool, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a Jane Austen novel. Annalynne suspected she never read when the girls were out of the house. Feeling a little drowsy, she might have been expected to ask for a cup of coffee herself but this was one of the things Annalynne was suddenly not old enough to do despite being twenty one. Like drinking alcohol, going to parties and apparently surfing. She had only just reached the legal age for drinking and now she wasn't old enough. From what she could gather she would have to wait fourteen years to be able to drink under their laws, but that wouldn't stop her, she would find a way. Besides, she was sure that he was due home from his travels sometime shortly anyway so he would put a stop to this ridiculousness. Annalynne might even persuade him to give them a taste of their own medicine, but she doubted he would, he was too 'nice'.
'Lower that tone young lady.' Lori replied turning the page.
'I'm going back to bed.' Gillian moaned, as she shuffled back upstairs.
Annalynne thought about persuading her to stay but decided her fight was with Lori, she'd deal with Gillian after. She stared furious for a moment at Lori, flicking a page as if they weren't in the middle of a huge arguement. Which they clearly were.
'Lori!' Annalynne yelled.
'I'm warning you Annalynne, one more outburst and you know where you'll go.'
Annalynne thought about that threat, it was not worth risking it.
'Ok, can we at least just talk about why we can't go to the beach?' Annalynne asked as calmly as she could.
Lori looked up and turned to face her smiling.
'You're not allowed to go to the beach because there will be nobody there to watch you and i'm too busy to go today.'
'Wha..!' Annalynne started to shout.
'However...'Lori waited for her to compose herself 'if you want to go to the pool Mrs Aniston and Mrs Cox will be there and I can drop you, Jessica, Gillian and Jess off.'
'What about me?' Shenae asked quietly.
'You're not going, you're coming with me today.'
Shenae looked mortified but said nothing.
'Is Mrs Liu going to be there at any point?' Annalynne asked anxiously, remembering their previous encounter where Lucy Liu had spanked her so hard she hadn't been able to sit down comfortably for three days.
'I have absolutely no idea,' Lori replied, 'But if you don't go, you're going to spend the day with my and I'm going to be inside all day.'
'Fine, when can we go?' Annalynne asked bitterly, not wanting to ruin her first day out (excluding school) in a month.
'I'll take you in ten minutes.'
Annalynne tried half heartedly to arouse Gillian again but she knew it was pointless, she hated the pool and only wanted to surf. Jess and Jessica were dressed and ready to go though within ten minutes and Annalynne was overjoyed, she practically skipped to the car before Lori drove them.
The girls waved sadly to Shenae who had to be dragged by her hand back to the car after Lori left them with strict orders to behave themselves.
Annalynne looked around the pool which was about as long as a basketball court, there were plenty of people there, mostly young. She spotted the two oldest women, Jennifer and Courteney sat at the far end. She motioned for Jessica Stroup and Jess Lowndes to move to a group of empty sunbeds that were slightly hidden behind a large column.
'I think we can sneak out of here you know.'
'What?' Jess asked.
'I think, if we're careful, we can sneak out of here, grab a car and drive to the beach.'
'I don't know, it sounds risky to me.' Jessica replied cautiously.
'Oh come on!' Annalynne protested. 'We can't stay here, look how boring it is.'
The girls surveyed the pool one more time, it did look immensely dull. The girls who were there were all sunbathing around the pool or laid on a lilo. Nobody seemed to be having any fun whatsoever, not to mention the distinct lack of alcohol and music.
Jess looked at Jessica, they both nodded.
'OK!'
The girls walked into the building attached to the pool, it contained a changing room but also it had a refreshment room where they could get frozen treats and drinks. They each grabbed an ice cream and then walked into the changing rooms. Annalynne checked it was empty before then climbing up onto a bench next to the wall and opening a large window. She popped her head out to look around. It was desolate outside, she climbed through followed by the other two.
Each of the girls walked around the car park investigating the parked cars that were scattered. They were checking for keys left in the ignition or behind the mirror, people usually left them there. After a short a while Jess whispered to the others.
'Here!'
Annalynne hurried over and climbed into the front passenger seat, Jessica got into the back behind her. They put their shades on and set off.
The wind whistled through their hair as they drove around the city, the girls felt brilliant, the best they had felt in months. It was great to finally get a bit of privacy. They had grown accustomed to being at school again, sometimes the work was even enjoyable, but the lack of responsibility and privacy was just too much. They were constantly being supervised and they hated it. It was so relieving to be alone for once.
As they pulled up to the beach, the girls were delighted to see that what Lori had told them was true, there were no adults there. But that also meant, unless any other girls had sneaked to the beach like they had they were going to have it to themselves. The only shame was that they didn't have anything to drink.
They made their way down the beach and the sand felt great against Annalynne's feet, she stopped for a moment and buried her toes in it. She was so happy. Once they had reached a good spot they put their bags down momentarily and rubbed sun cream on. It was blistering heat and they already suspected they might have burnt slightly on the ride over, but they didn't care.
'Last one in is a slag!' Annalynne screamed and then ran across the beach towards the sea.
'Oh, you're definitely the biggest slut!' Jessica screamed, as she chased her.
ust as she was reaching the water Jessica Stroup was hot on her tail, Jess was walking quite far behind them though, not really one for sprinting. Annalynne dived into an oncoming wave, the cool water against her skin, soothing her as she was submerged. Just as her head popped up she was splashed in the face by the resulting waves of Jessica's bomb.
'Oi you bitch!' Annalynne giggled as she splashed her back.
Jessica was about to retaliate when something caught her eye, she pointed to a walkway running out into the sea.
They watched laughing at the sight of Jess timidly entering the ocean.
'God you're such a girl Jess.' Annalynne moaned as she watched Jess dipping her toe into the water reluctantly.
'Oh, well.' Jess sighed, not willing to indulge their teasing.
'Just jump,' Jessica demanded. 'It's like ripping off a bandaid.
Jess refused to get in though, Annalynne and Jessica looked at each other menacingly and swam up to her and made to help her in. Instead, they each grabbed onto the lose thread of her bikini bottoms and pulled, yanking them off. Jess quickly flung her arms down off the side and covered herself.
Jess jumped in and gasped as she felt the cool touch of the water against her skin. She stood up, and had to cover herself still as the water only covered most of her thighs.
'Give me back my bottoms!' Jess shouted, bemused.
Annalynne threw them over her head to Jessica, who was standing behind Jess. She was furious to be the piggy in the middle, but she still chased them.
'Stop it!' She yelled as Jessica threw it back over her head just as she had reached her. She waded towards Annalynne who, being much taller than her held them up high in the air over her head. Jess jumped up and tried to grab them. Annalynne and Jessica giggled but then Jess had an idea. She bent down quickly and yanked Annalynne's bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Annalynne stood still for a moment, staring at Jess who was smiling proudly. Then, she stepped out of her bikini and bent down to pick it up, she then threw her bikini bottoms and Jess's out to sea.
'What did you do that for?' Jess shouted, before starting to wade towards them. Annalynne grabbed her waist and pulled her towards her.
'Hey,' Jess protested half heartedly, 'What are you doing?'
Annalynne unstrapped Jess's bikini top, and put her left arm around her back, stroking her hand down over her bottom.
'It's been far too long since we've been fucked, it's time we started seeing to each other.' Annalynne replied bluntly.
She then ran her right hand up Jess's thigh who leaned back acceptingly, as Annalynne ran her finger up her slit. Jessica, feeling left out waded over to the two girls and approached Annalynne from behind. She sat down between her legs and pushed a finger up inside her. Annalynne then worked two fingers inside Jess, who moaned quietly and began to work them in and out slowly, digging them deeper and deeper. She ran her fingers through her hair, and tilted her head back, bending down sticking her tongue in her mouth, kissing her passionately, while Jessica's rapidly fingered her pussy with two fingers now from beneath her.
'Ohh' Jess moaned, as Annalynne withdrew her tongue, the pace at which she was thrusting her fingers were to much for Jess and she came onto her fingers. Annalynne with drew them slowly and kissed her once more. Annalynne turned away from her to face Jessica, who stood up to face her. They kissed, Annalynne slid two fingers inside Jessica and they both held each other tightly, as they simultaneously rammed their fingers inside each other.
After a minute, Jess recovered from her orgasm and got to her feet, she came up behind Annalynne and rubbed her hands over her body, grabbing her breasts and squeezing her rock hard nipples tightly. She then ran her hand down on her back, and down her thigh, up her once more and then ran it up her bottom to her crack, then without warning pushed her index finger inside her asshole.
'OH!' Annalynne yelped, but Jess didn't remove it, instead she stepped to the side and bent Annalynne under her arm, to get a better position. Jessica had to adjust herself so that she could keep fingering Annalynne but Annalynne's fingers fell out of her, the double penetration was too much.
She squirmed between them as both girls fingered her, Jess quickening up the pace was managing to get her whole finger insider Annalynne's ass and was thrusting it quickly inside her.
'Oh God!' Annalynne screamed, she couldn't stand up on her own now, she was resting on both the girls shoulders, her arms clinging to their necks and they stood either side of her, shoving their fingers deep inside her. Jess pushed a second finger into her butt.
'Jesus!' Annalynne yelped.
Jess pushed them all the way in and then vigorously thrust them around inside her ass, Jessica felt Annalynne squirt all over her hand, she withdrew them. Jessica, didn't know she had cum and continued to finger Annalynne's ass rapidly. With no breath to protest Annalynne fell limp still, as Jess fingered her, but a minute later it was having another effect on her.
'Oh, don't stop!' she yelled to Jess.
Jessica seized the initiative and dropped to her knees, burying her face between Annalynne's legs and sticking her tongue inside her, flicking it furiously around. Almost instantly she felt Annalynne gushing of her face.
'Ohh' Annalynne moaned dropping into the water.
Jess, as if on some sort of rampage, grabbed Jessica by the waste and pulled her towards her, bending her over her outstretched right knee. Then, suddenly stuck a finger inside her ass.
'Ow!' Jessica yelped. 'No Jess, I don't do anal.'
But Jess wasn't having it, she dug it deeper into her bottom before slowly working it back and forth.
Jessica wriggled on her lap, slapping Jess's thighs, but she was stronger than her. Jess quickened, and caused Jessica to moan loudly, it was starting to become enjoyable. Until the second finger entered her, and she screamed again.
'Jess, no!' She yelled. But Jess dug her fingers deep into her ass and thrust them back and forth rapidly, Jessica began to moan again. She could feel her pussy dripping and slid her own fingers underneath her body, inside herself. Annalynne started to rouse and saw Jessica fingering her pussy and crawled over to her, Jessica not seeing her behind her moaned at the top of her voice as she felt a tongue penetrate her. It flicked all around her pussy lips and she withdrew her fingers, Annalynne pushed hers in and licked her clit as quickly as she could. Jessica's body was shaking at how fast Jess was pounding her fingers inside Jessica's ass, until moments later she erupted.
It took a while for them all to recover it but a bit later Annalynne and Jessica played around, while Jess relaxed. Normally Annalynne wasn't really this playful, she would sooner be relaxing by the pool working on her tan, but today was different. Today was the day she had gotten of her prison and she was a free girl. Free to do whatever she wanted...as long as she didn't get caught. But she wasn't going to.
After a short while the novelty wore off a bit, and the girls got out of the water, deciding to go and sunbathe for an hour before heading back.
They dried themselves off and cursed about getting sand all over their own towels. Annalynne swore as she tried to ring out her towel so that she could lay on it but it was no use, it wasn't going to work.
'We could just go back to the pool?'Jess suggested.
Annalynne thought about shouting at her for being cowardly but then she realised, they might as well if they were just going to sunbathe. The day had been so perfect, if they went back now it would limit the chances of them being caught.
'Yeah, Ok, I think we should.'
Then Jessica remebered something that made her heart stop.
'Didn't Lori say that Jennie was bringing Shenae down at 12!?'
'Oh my God!' Annalynne screamed. 'She did!'
Panic struck they all grabbed their things as quickly as they could, it was 11:30 now, if they set off soon they would make it, but the thought of being caught was well worth the panic.
Jess raced around at 70mph trying to get back in good time. The streets were barren as barely anyone drove in the new city. Most of the occupants would either be at work or in school anyway. By the time they had skidded to a halt outside the pool it was 11:45 and they seemed to have plenty of time. They even decided they had enough time to grab a quick ice cream from across the street before going back, it might help them with a reason of where they had been, should they need one.
They got out of the car and walked to the changing room window beaming with pride.
They climbed back in through the open window, and luckily for them the changing room was still empty. It was all going well.
'Hey, grab a few towels Jessica, we can say we were getting them or something, it might make us look less suspicious.'
They sorted themselves out and then braced themselves to walk to the pool.
What they didn't know, was that Jennie was already here, along with Shenae. As the girls exited the building Shenae approached them looking nervous.
'Where have you been?' Shenae whispered, 'Jen and Courteney said they haven't seen you all day.'
'We've been to the beach, don't tell anyone Shenae.' Annalynne begged.
'What have you been up to?' Jess asked.
'Lori made me go to her work, it was sooo boring.' Shenae complained.
'Well at least you're here now.' Jessica sympathised.
'Not for long though and you two have to leave aswell, Lori wants you to finish your homework.' She informed Jess and Jessica, who weren't happy.
'At least we had the day.' Jessica sighed.
'We'd better go make sure everything's ok' Annalynne suggested, 'remember, we never left.'
Shenae was so jealous and angry that she cursed them secretly as they walked off leaving her standing there alone. They got to go out and have fun and she'd been stuck inside all day bored out of her mind, where was the justice? Sure they pretended to care but she knew deep down they didn't, as lon as they were happy, that's all the mattered.
She watched as they got to a sun bed and unfolded their things. She saw Jennie Garth, Jen and Courteney come storming over to them. They argued for a few minutes, Annalynne kept pointing to the changing rooms and to her ice cream. It was obvious what she was saying, that they'd been in there all this time enjoying their ice creams and now they were coming to the pool. The most annoying thing about it was that they had gotten away with it. They celebrated.
It made Shenae's blood boil. It was at that point that she was approached by Ashley Benson, a girl in her class a school.
'Hey, Shenae, where have they been? I know they haven't been in the changing rooms all day.'
Shenae thought about her options.
'Alright but you didn't hear it from me, they've been to the beach all morning.'
'What really?' Ashley asked, excited about what that meant. 'No way! Oh they are going to be in so much trouble!' Ashley giggled.
'You didn't hear it from me remember!' Shenae whispered sternly.
'Well..I might accidentally let it slip though.'
'Don't!' Shenae begged. It had been a moment of weakness, like doing a deal with the devil, Ashley was a nightmare. Shenae hated her and her friends.
'I suppose I would make extra sure I didn't say anything, if...well...'
'What...just tell me what you want Ashley.'
'You became my bitch.'
'What!?'
'You heard me.'
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replied. 'What does that even mean?'
'It means, you're going to do my homework, take the blame when i've done something wrong and you're going to come into the changing rooms with me right now and lick my pussy or i'm going to tell the adults that they've been to the beach all day and it was YOU who told me.'
'No way!'
'Oh Mrs Aniston!' Ashley shouted loud enough for her to hear.
'Yes Ashley?' Jennifer asked.
'No please! I'll do whatever you want!' Shenae whispered.
'I saw Annalynne and her friends climb out of the changing room window and drive to the beach this morning, that's where they have been all day.'
'I knew it!' Jennifer screamed, 'Courteney, they've been at the beach!
'Jennie has taken the other two home,' Courtney shouted, grabbing a firm hold of Annalynne. 'I said i would drop this one off when me and Ashley leave. I'll call her and let her know.'
'I'll deal with Annalynne,' Jennifer stated, walking over to her and grabbing her arm, pulling her to one side. She bent her over and raised her hand.
Annalynne tried to put on a brave face and smile for the rest of the girls all stood watching but when that hand connected with her ass she screamed, and tried to run. Jen grabbed her quickly, pulled down her bikini bottoms, sat on a wall bending her over her knee and began to smack her bare ass repeatedly.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The sound echoed around the pool along with Annalynne's cries.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Shenae watched guiltily as she felt a hand running up her dress, feeling her thigh, working its way into her knickers, sliding up her pussy, she shuddered.
'Stop!' She whispered to Ashley.
Ashley gave her a smack of her own to her bottom. But it couldn't be heard over the sound of Jennifer spanking Annalynne as hard as she could.
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Ashley grabbed Shenae and dragged her into the changing rooms over to a bench, she pulled her over her knee, lifted up her dress and at a very gentle pace, smacked her bottom.
'Stop!' Shenae moaned.
'Bitch, be quiet. You will learn to be a good bitch.' Ashley warned her, then pulled down her knickers. She stared down at her bare bottom and parted her cheeks getting a good look at her ass hole which she became transfixed with, she pushed her finger against it.'
'N..'Shenae started to protest but before she could, it had slid in to her very tight hole.
'OW!' Shenae jumped on her lap and tried to wriggle off, Ashley let her but kept hold of her arm, Shenae was knelt in front of her rubbing her sore ring.
Ashley, stood up and pulled down her bikini shorts, before sitting back down and spreading her legs.
'Eat me bitch.'
Shenae was reluctant, but Ashley grabbed her head and pulled her towards her pussy, Shenae stuck out her tongue a closed her eyes.
'mmmmm that's it bitch, lick my pussy.' Ashley moaned leaning back against the wall.
Meanwhile, Jennie had received a very interesting phone call from the pool, after putting the phone down she had marched upstairs into Jessica's bedroom where Jess and Jessica were talking and grabbed Jess pulling her straight over her knee without any explanation. But none were necessary, they knew straight away they'd been caught.
Jessica could do nothing but sit on the bed and wait for her turn, she knew it was pointless. One way or another her ass was getting beat and she may as well take her punishment now than get double if she ran. Jennie had a very powerful swing too, she really made Jess's bottom sting with every smack. Jessica flinched at every time it connected.
'I'm sorry!' Jess yelled after a couple of minutes.
'Ha!' Jennie laughed. 'If you're apologising already young lady, you're going to struggle through this.'
Jennie then began hitting her bottom even harder, looking down she could see Jess's bottom was getting very red, very soon but that didn't deter her. She spanked on time not on results. After five minutes Jess began to sob, which turned into crying and then wailing at a volume which was unimagineable. It came as somewhat of a relief to Jennie when the ten minute marker came and she let Jess up and sent her to the wall.
It was Jessica's turn. But just as Jennie was calling her over, Lori walked in. Jennie explained the situation to her, Lori was livid. She decided that Jess's bottom didn't look nearly red enough and ordered her to come with her, Jess looked horrified but left the room.
Jessica found her way over Jennie's lap for the second time that week, she dreaded the first spank and then it came, she winced.
Annalynne's bottom was now practically glowing, she had sworn, begged and pretty much tried everything but Jennifer only hit her harder.
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Finally, she let up and Annalynne dropped to the floor. Jennifer looked down with a note of satisfaction on her face as she admired Annalynne red bottom staring up at her.
'If you ever try anything like this again young lady, you'll think that was nothing.' Jennifer warned. While they waited for Annalynne to be collected, Jennifer and Courtney took turns in having her perform oral sex as they lay on their sunbeds. It wasn't for another thirty minutes did someone finally arrive.
'Come on you,' Sara demanded, giving cause for Annalynne to withdraw her tongue from Courtney, 'I can't believe you. Again!'
Sara hit her on the bottom as Annalynne was walking next to her and Annalynne must have jumped ten yards in front.
'Where is Shenae?' Sara asked when she caught up with her.
'I don't know.' Annalynne mumbled.
'What?' Sara shouted raising her hand.
'I don't know, I don't know!'
Sara looked around the pool, there were plenty of girls there all staring, but not Shenae. Why couldn't Annalynne be like all these other girls, there were all perfectly well behaved. If only she would, Sara hated having to spank her.
'Wait here.' Sara demanded walking into the changing rooms. Annalynne turned around and saw everyone staring at her, she was so humiliated. Her ass stung like crazy but she put on a brave face.
'Ohh i'm cumming!' Ashley squeaked as she grabbed hold of the back of Shenae's head and pulled her face into her pussy. 'Ooooohhh!!'
Her leg quivered and bucked as she spasmed, her juices dripping from Shenae's mouth as she pulled her face away looking disgusted.
'Shenae? Are you in here?' A distant voice called.
'I'm..I'm getting changed.' She called back, looking panicked. Ashley didn't seem to care.
Shenae got to her feet and pulled her dress off just before Sara walked in.
'Oh there you are.' Said Sara, she looked at a young blonde girl with her legs spread and her vagina casually on display. 'Someone else's problem' She thought. 'Come on, get dressed we need to go home.'
As Shenae left the changing rooms, she looked back and saw Ashley mime something but she could only make out the last few words. YOU'RE MY BITCH
'Oh God' she thought.
Part 4
The weeks that proceeded were a nightmare for Shenae. Ashley had not let up on her demands of her, in fact she had even expanded on her role as her 'bitch'. Not only did Shenae have to perform regular oral sex on Ashley, she was also giving her humiliating duties. Her days mainly consisted of carrying her school books and completing her homework. She had even decided that Shenae wasn't allowed to speak without her direct permission, which was getting her a lot of spankings from their teacher.
To add further stress to Shenae's life, the other girls had been grounded for a month each for ditching school. Shenae couldn't help but feel, though they hadn't mentioned it to her, that they suspected she had something to do with it. The guilt she was feeling whenever she heard any of the girls receiving a spanking because she had told on them was becoming unbearable. When she was free to do what she wanted and could roam about the house she would try and find a room to herself to hideaway for fear of being found out. She imagined what the girls would do to her if they knew the truth. She realised that this couldn't happen and refocused on the task at hand, driving her tongue deep into Ashley's dripping snatch, forcing her to scream in ecstasy as she came.
'Oh, my.' Ashley shivered.
'My turn!' Selena screamed excitedly, spreading her legs further on the gym bench and pulling Shenae's head towards her pussy. 'Ooo'
Shenae instantly began to flick her tongue all around, having become very experienced after hours and hours of performing for them.
'Hurry up Selena, I want a go before lesson.' Vanessa shouted from the doorway she was guarding.
'Err no,'
'Err yeah,'
'I can't hurry up, when the bitch make me cum, she'll be done.'
Ashley listened to her friends argue over her bitch for a few minutes while she lay down flat across the bench with her knickers by her ankles, she felt so relaxed, Shenae had really made her climax. She laughed quietly at the confidence Vanessa was displaying now that she was no longer the 'bitch'. Ashley felt that she was possibly getting too confident and resolved to bring her down a peg later on when Shenae wasn't around. Ashley looked at the clock and saw they had four minutes before lesson.
'Shut up Vanessa and come over here, I'll watch the door, you both have two minutes.'
Vanessa ran over from the door thanking Ashley for her kindness. Ashley lent coolly against the wall, with one eye on the door and another on Vanessa spreadeagled on the bench forcing Shenae to finger her as Selena drove her face all over her pussy.
After Ashley's second warning, Vanessa had managed to join the girls in climaxing and squirted all over the floor. With not long to repose she pulled up her knickers and they ran to class. Shenae picked herself up off the floor wiping all the juices off of her and ran as fast as she could to her lesson.
By the time she had reached their class room door it was closed and when it was closed it meant you were in trouble. She knocked lightly.
'Enter.'
She nervously turned the handle and tiptoed into the classroom.
Mrs Liu glanced at her for a moment and then turned back to the class, continuing with her instructions of how to complete their science project. Shenae stood still after she closed the door and stared at her feet. After a few seconds she couldn't help herself and glanced up towards where Ashley was sat and saw her staring at her, smiling wickedly, Shenae's eyes darted back to the floor.
'...then after you've connected your Bunsen burners I want you all to consult your textbooks and follow the instructions to the letter but remember, this isn't a race and it's to be done as a team, Miss Swift you'll have to start yours off on your own while me and Miss Grimes discuss we she can't turn up to my lessons on time.'
Mrs Liu walked to her desk and sat behind it, motioning for Shenae to approach with her back to the class.
'Is there any point in me asking where you were Miss Grimes or are you still insistent upon your vow of silence?'
Shenae looked back anxiously at Ashley who shook her head slowly with a twisted smile, Shenae slowly turned back dejected and shook her head in silence.
'Very well,' Mrs Liu exclaimed, giving her thigh a firm slap and nodding towards her knee. 'Come on.'
Shenae meekly got to her feet and walked around the desk, she lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. She could sense that there wasn't much science being done. Reluctantly she reached her arms around her back and unclipped her bra, covering her small breasts with her right arm as she dropped her bra on top of her shirt. With her free hand she unzipped the side of her skirt and wriggled ever so slightly to allow it to slide slowly down her thighs and drop onto her feet. She couldn't help but give Mrs Liu a quick glance to see if she had suddenly changed her entire viewpoint on how to give a spanking but was saddened to learn that the knickers would have to come off. As she grabbed the waistband, she had to bend at the knee to pull them down over her feet, then as the shoes and socks came off one by one, she was entirely naked before the entire class once again.
The grip of Mrs Liu's hand felt so strong as it propelled her arm and her body forward, she collapsed over her knee and soon felt a sharp pain on her backside. Shenae leaned to the side to try and angle her bottom away but felt Mrs Liu's hand grab her own and pin it to her back, holding her firmly in place. She felt another sting on her right butt cheek, then to her left. Within twenty seconds her bottom had been struck fifty times and felt like it was on fire. It was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs but she didn't want to give any of her classmates the satisfaction.
'if you want to be a silly little girl and stop speaking then that's fine by me Miss Grimes but if it affects your school work you will be punished. And how many times have I had to smack your naughty bottom for turning up late? I want you outside my door ten minutes before the lessons begin from now on, is that clear young lady?'
Shenae nodded frantically, as her eyes began to well up.
A glass smashed on the floor.
Shenae's heart leapt at as Mrs Liu's hand stopped hitting her very sore bottom. As she got to her feet she propelled Shenae into the air, landing her on the balls of her feet, where she was pushed gently out of the way as Mrs Liu marched over to where the glass had broken.
'What has happened here?'
As Shenae rubbed her bottom softly, unsure over whether to put her clothes back on her not, she overheard Kristen Stewart and Emma Watson explaining that it had been an accident, that Emma had been passing it to Kristen when it had slipped out of her fingers. Mrs Liu fetched a dustpan and brush and spent the next few minutes ensuring that there wasn't any glass remaining.
'I'm afraid that's the best I can manage, I'll let the cleaners know what happened, don't worry about it girls. Everyone get back to work.'
Much to the relief of Emma and Kristen, Mrs Liu turned and sat back at her desk, failing to acknowledge Shenae. After a few seconds she looked up at her from her papers.
'What are you doing Miss Grimes? Waiting for another? Put your clothes back on and go and help Taylor.'
A few minutes later, she approached the joint desk she shared with her only friend Taylor Swift, who wasted no time in voicing her disapproval.
'I know what you're going to say Shenae but I have to say it,' she whispered, 'you've got to tell Mrs Liu what's going on, she'll help you!'
Shenae shook her head fearfully, glancing at Ashley who was concentrating on her work.
'I might have to if you don't'
Shenae grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something down, thrusting it towards her.
Don't say anything, Mrs Liu thinks Ashley is a saint and she won't believe a word I say, just let it go.
'But you can't go on like this, you have to tell someone! What about Mrs Loughlin or Mrs Garth?'
Just drop it, no one can know about this, you're not even supposed to.
'I have to tell her.'
If you do, we're no longer friends.
The rest of the lesson was very tense between Taylor and Shenae, who were usually devoted to each other. Before Shenae had been forced into becoming Ashley's bitch the pair had briefly been lovers and had been hoping to develop their relationship further before Shenae had broken it off.
When the lesson came to an end, Taylor gathered her books and left the classroom without even looking at Mrs Liu, much to Shenae's relief. She started packing away her things when Mrs Liu called her over, as she did Ashley approached her desk and picked up a couple of screwed up bits of paper that had conquered her curiousity throughout the lesson. She looked slightly taken aback for a moment as she read them and then quickly left the room solely to Mrs Liu and Shenae.
'Get under the desk and get to work Shenae, you're losing half of your dinner today.'
Shenae dropped to her knee's and crawled under the desk where she saw that Mrs Liu had already removed her underwear, she crawled closer to her and placed her head between her thighs while Mrs Liu resumed marking papers.
'Hey Taylor wait up!' Ashley shouted down the hall as she ran after her, Taylor sped her walking pace. 'Where are you going?'
'No where,' Taylor lied, having every intention to go and see principle Diaz.
'Hey, Selena, Vanessa! Over here!' Ashley shouted across the large hall as they exited their separate classrooms. Selena was accompanied by Miley, her annoying friend from class.
'Hey Ashley,' Selena greeted, 'what's that loser doing here?'
Selena looked at Taylor with disdain, as though she were something unwanted found on the soul of her shoe. Taylor looked taken aback.
'I've decided to let her join the group,' Ashley announced.
'What!?' Selena shrieked, loud enough to warrant stern looks of anger from nearby teachers. 'I've been trying to get Miley approved for months!'
'They can both have a chance to prove themselves,' Ashley explained, giving into Selena. She really needed to stop enabling her bossiness, she was four years younger than her, she was lucky it wasn't her who was the bitch. Ashley made a mental note to give her a spanking tonight when they got home, before she would make Vanessa eat her pussy.
'So, Taylor, what do you think?' Ashley turned back to her, 'You want in?'
Taylor paused for a moment, perhaps this was the alternative. This could be the solution that she needed, she could join the gang and convince Ashley to turn her attentions away from Shenae.
'Ok, sure.' She answered eagerly.
Ashley turned and led them out of the hall careful not to be seen by any of the teachers. They stealthily made their way into the old sports hall that was out of order for the second time that day. She instructed Miley and Taylor to sit down on bench, they were both reluctant because it looked so wet, but Ashley assured them it was just water.
'So, girls, here's the thing. There's only room for one of you,' the girls looked at each other anxiously 'and i've decided that after ten minutes, whoever has the reddest cheeks and a mouthful of the girls juices is in the gang and the other is going to become our second bitch. Begin!'
The instructions were finished so abruptly that neither girl reacted straight away. Miley was the first to her feet and in the silence of the atmosphere she slowly approached taylor and grabbed her polo shirt, tugging it upwards. Taylor immediately stopped her and got to her feet, she grabbed hold of Miley's waist and pushed her backwards. Miley advanced one more and tried grabbing at her head.
'Get off me you bitch!' Taylor snapped and slapped Miley across the face. Miley, staggered backwards and then groaned as Taylor tackled her to the floor, sitting on her chest she pinned her arms to the floor, and quickly slapped her across the face once more.
'Taylor,' Ashley interrupted, 'those are the wrong cheeks.'
Taylor paused for a moment and then twisted her knee's that were constricted Mileys sides so that her body moved onto her side, Taylor then leant back and started to smack Miley's skirt covered bottom repeatedly.
'Are you going to let that bitch do that to your friend?' Ashley asked Selena, surprised and then turned to Vanessa with the same expression.
The two girls looked at each other and then ran over to Taylor, Vanessa grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off Miley, dragging her onto the floor. She wrapped her arms and legs around Taylor's so she couldn't move and her back was rested against her chest. Selena ripped off her skirt and knickers leaving her bottom have exposed, with Vanessa forcing her legs wide and spread.Selena then grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head as Vanessa held her arms high in the air and then pinned her down once more as Selena unclipped her bra.
'No! Ashley!' Taylor screamed.
'What?'
'You said it was one against one!' she cried as Vanessa turned her body onto her side, Selena and Vanessa both had her pinned to the floor now, laid naked but for her shoes on her front, while Miley smacked her bare bottom as hard as she could.
'No actually I didn't'
Ashley sat and watched while she ate her dinner as her friends each took it in turns to spank Taylor, when her bottom was fully red they each rubbed her face on their pussies until she agreed to lick them out. Eventually, Taylor gave in, and for the remainder of the break they sat on the bench eating their food while Taylor pleasured them each in turn and Ashley lectured her on her rules and obligations to being their bitch.
Selena and Miley escorted Taylor out of the room after she had made what repairs she could to her clothes. Ashley and Vanessa however remained at Ashley's orders.
'I wasn't impressed with Miley.'
'I like her,' Vanessa offered.
'I don't but Selena does. But she needs to learn that our members reflect our group and Miley was very weak. I've decided that you can have Miley, she's above Taylor and Shenae but she still a bitch.'
'Oh thank you Ash!' Vanessa screamed joyfully, hugging her friend, they kissed each other passionately. Ashley looked at the clock and decided with ten minutes left, she had time. She sat down and much to Vanessa's disapointment, made her lick her out.
The next lesson passed without any incident, during which Shenae learned that Taylor had suffered the same fate as her, she wasn't sure whether to be pleased or horrified about it, but as neither could talk she couldn't relay and feelings toward her anway. After the lesson, they followed Ashley out of the classroom carrying her belongings to meet up with Selena, Vanessa and Miley who was unaware of her position within the group. They sat down at the side of the hall and listened to the three girls talk.
'She's a real teachers pet Ashley,' Vanessa begged her, 'please, I hate her.'
'She seems ok to me, I always liked her.' Ashley remarked.
'Oh please! I'd love to make her my bitch.'
'You already have a bitch.'
'What!?' Selena shouted, causing a stir once more by the teachers. 'Who's her bitch?'
'Miley's my bitch,' Vanessa gloated, much to the shock of Miley.
'What?' Miley croaked.
'Shut up bitch, I didn't say you could speak.' Vanessa snapped.
'That wasn't what we agreed!' Selena hissed outraged.
'Shut up Selena, this isn't a democracy.' Ashley warned her. 'You can't have her Vanessa but I will give her to Selena and she might let you use her.'
Vanessa and Selena both sat silently, angry at this decision. Though Selena was at least excited about gaining her own bitch, especially since it was Hayden Panetierre.
'Taylor,' Ashley turned to her, 'I want you to lure Hayden into the toilets after the rest of us are in. Is that understood?'
'Yes.'
'Yes what?'
'Yes Master.'
After they left, Taylor walked over to Hayden who was sat in a corner reading a book.
'Hey Hayden.'
'What do you want?' Hayden asked annoyed.
Mrs Liu told me to ask you to help me with my skirt because i've ripped it,' Taylor showed her the tear in her skirt, 'she said to get you to tie it in not for me because I can't reach.'
'You're joking?' Hayden replied.
'No, honest.'
'Get someone else to do it,' Hayen demanded, resuming her book.
'I can't, Mrs Liu specifically said you and I'm not going to argue with her, so unless you want to go and talk to her about it, I suggest you follow me to the toilet so we can get it over with.'
Hayden thought about it for a moment and decided that it was an inconvenience she could tolerate to avoid getting a spanking from one of the notoriously strictest teachers.
As Taylor entered the toilet first she wasn't surprised to see Vanessa and Selena stood on either side of the door, they allowed her to enter unscathed. As Hayden came through the door, they grabbed her covering her mouth and dragged her into a cublicle where Miley was stood waiting and they locked the door. Soon after she heard very loud slapping noises.
'Watch the door Taylor, if anyone comes whistle loudly.' Selena yelled from inside the cubicle.
She could hear Ashley moaning from within another cublicle and assumed that Shenae was going down on her. She took solace in the fact that it wasn't her on her knees.
Near the end of break time, Hayden exited the cubicle followed by a very happy looking Selena and Vanessa, and Miley was the last to leave, Taylor saw her wiping her mouth with disgust. Seconds later, Ashley came out followed by Shenae.
'It's last lesson now, so I'll see you all in the playground tomorrow morning, Shenae, Taylor, you can split any homework I have between you.'
They watched her leave the room, followed by Selena, Miley and Vanessa after they had given their own instructions out. Taylor was also required to do Miley's homework.
Hayden, Shenae and Taylor all stood silently, not knowing what to say before they left for their own class. | null | [] |
Pyro flashed his paw-beacon to the right.
"Anything?"
A shake of the head. "We're chasing ghosts." His voice echoed off the rocky walls, and into the dark. They were in a series of caves ...
"I don't believe in ghosts," Adelaide whispered resolutely.
"Angels, then," Pyro corrected, flashing his beacon to the left.
"What would angels be doing," was the bat's rhetorical question, "on a rogue planet? This far from home?"
"What are WE doing on a rogue planet," was Pyro's counter, "this far from home ... "
Adelaide sighed. Didn't answer. "Shine your beacon straight ahead. Stop moving it about."
Pyro nodded. Flashed the light ... straight ahead of them.
It had been a week since Luminous had fled the snow rabbit sector. They had two weeks of supplies ... left. And were planet-hopping, avoiding predators ... were still alive ... sensors had picked up sources of artificial energy on this seemingly dead world. And an away team had been compiled to investigate ... the rogue planet was rich in untapped resources. But there was no infrastructure in which to harvest any of it ... perhaps ... whatever furs were behind the energy source ... perhaps they could help. Or perhaps not.
"Yeah ... why are we here," Dotna asked, adjusting her phase rifle.
"Sensors picked up ... strange sources," Assumpta told her, "of synthetic energy. Were you not listening to Adelaide's mission briefing ... before we left the ship?"
"I always listen," Dotna defended.
"Then perhaps you need to adjust the volume," the snow leopard said, "of your ears."
The chipmunk smiled and bit her lip, not responding.
"We keep detecting energy sources, but ... no furs. Where are the furs?" Pyro asked.
"Beats me," Adelaide whispered. She was leading the away team. Had a scanner in her paw. A beacon in the other.
They were on a rogue planet ... a planet entirely shrouded by dark (at all hours). Rocky, seemingly barren, but ... somehow with an atmosphere. Somehow, with ... air. The said air was cool, but not frigid. And hardly toxic.
"I smell something," whispered Pyro, pausing.
"Where?" Assumpta sniffed the air.
Dotna tightened her grip on her weapon. Nose and whiskers twitch-sniffing.
The wolf pointed. "Down that cave ... that ... that path-way."
"These caves have been tailored. These pathways are too perfect ... to be natural," Assumpta noted. The snow leopard bringing up the rear of the group, keeping watch from the back. Pyro may have had versatile eyes (which seemed to glow in this lack of light), and may have had a great nose, as well, but ... no one bested felines for quality ... in outright night vision. No, she could see better than the rest of them.
"I don't like this," Dotna whispered.
Pyro gave a quick glance ... at her. Wished he could squeeze her paw ...
"This can't be right," Adelaide whispered, squinting at her illuminated scanner. "I'm detecting ... "
" ... bats!" whispered Dotna, tensing, turning.
"Drop," said a male voice, "the weapon, rodent. Now."
Dotna hesitated. Looked to Adelaide (who seemed to be in a state of shock ... she hadn't picked them up ... with her mind. She hadn't felt them. These bats ... they had no telepathic signature ... it ... even now, with them surrounding her away team, she couldn't sense them ... that wasn't right ... ) ...
"Do as he says," Assumpta told the chipmunk. Realizing they were outnumbered (and in close confines). Knowing they wouldn't win ... not now, anyway. Not without a strategy ...
"Who are you?" Adelaide demanded of the bat who'd spoken. He was male, and like all male bats ... his fur was a periwinkle-blue. A sky-blue. Eyes a deep sapphire.
"We are outcasts."
Adelaide squinted, looking (in the errant beam of Pyro's paw-beacon) very bold, very defined ... as bat-like as she could be. In this cave and suddenly surrounded by fellow bats ...
"Follow us. We shall explain."
"All fixed?"
Juneau looked up (on her knees on the floor, a spanner in paw) ... " ... mm ... " She took a breath, whiskers twitching. Ears swiveling. Tail a bit mussed. "Well ... almost, yeah. I mean, faster than expected." Sickbay was supposed to have taken two weeks to repair and ... get back to normal. But, after only a week, it was almost back in shape ... " ... just a few loose wires. A few ... "
The lights went off.
Ketchy squeaked ... looking around.
The lights came back on (with a hum).
" ... glitches," finished Juneau. "Heh ... um ... yeah, a few glitches, but ... almost done."
Ketchy nodded, looking around.
Juneau, wiping her paws on her uniform (and still on her knees), nodded at the office (with its big, clear window). "He's in there ... as you can see. Been in there all morning."
Ketchy nodded, and ... padded to the office. There was no door. Just an open entryway. She paused there, and ... knocked her paw on the bulkhead. "Mind if I come in?" she whispered.
Denali blinked and looked up. "Oh ... yeah ... I mean, no, I don't mind if you come in. I mean, yes ... come in," he said, taking a breath. Letting it out.
Ketchy giggled, moving up behind him. He was in a chair, and she put her paws on his shoulders. "Mm ... nervous?"
"I ... I don't know."
"Come on, darling ... you are."
"What if I am?" was the quiet response.
"Then admit it. And let me help. Let us ... help. No one's demanding anything of you."
The otter stared at a computer screen. Listening to the beeps and whirs of the various ... instruments in sickbay. He took a breath and whispered (trying to keep their conversation outside of Juneau's ear-shot), "I failed out of medical school ... I'm the back-up medic. I'm ... supposed to be running the science lab, and now ... I'm the ship's doctor. The ship's ONLY doctor ... " He trailed. "Just overwhelming, is all. It's a lot of responsibility."
"Well ... " She rubbed his shoulders.
He closed his eyes.
"Well, I have faith in you," was what she said. A funny thing for her to say. To say she had faith in someone. To have ... any kind of faith. She'd always struggled with her faith. "And I'm here, and ... you've a lot of friends on this ship."
A quiet nod.
"You'll do fine."
He looked up at her ... and smiled softly. "I'm glad you think so, cause ... I'm so nervous ... " He trailed.
"I'm the one who's supposed to be nervous," she reminded.
"Guess it ... goes around," was the otter's response.
And Ketchy leaned down and quietly kissed his cheek. And their eyes, from up close, met, and ... she went to kiss his ...
" ... patient. You've got a patient!" chimed Juneau, in jolly tone.
Denali sighed.
Ketchy giggled an airy, breathy giggle. "Mm ... is the doctor in?" she whispered.
"Afraid so. We'll continue this," he promised, a paw snaking for her tail, fingers raking through the brown, bushy fur ... and a grab! " ... later."
A chitter, and a sighing smile ... which turned into a grin ... as Denali stood and left his office. And as she followed a few seconds later.
"Hi," said Field. Waving a paw (in shy, mousey fashion).
"You're the patient?" Ketchy asked, blinking. "What's wrong?"
"No, it's ... well, it's her," Field said, of the baby in his arms. His daughter. Akira.
"Oh." Ketchy looked down a bit ... saw her. And smiled. She loved baby Akira ... loved babies. "Poor thing. Is she okay?"
"Well, I don't know," Field said, whiskers twitching (and nose sniff-sniffing ... non-stop). "That's why I brought her here." He looked to Denali, raising his eyes a bit ... as if waiting for the otter to say something.
Ketchy nudged the otter in the side.
"Oh ... well ... what's wrong?" Denali asked.
"I don't know!" Field repeated, squeaking in frustration. He sighed ... " ... that's why I'm here," he repeated. "She needs a doctor." He met the otter's eyes.
"Well ... um ... let me see. Sit down on a bio-bed. Hold her still."
Field nodded and padded to a bio-bed, thin tail trailing behind him like a fishing line ... and dishy ears swiveling. The mouse was a bundle of twitching motions. A live wire of anxiety. It seemed almost worse ... than normal. Maybe because Adelaide wasn't on the ship. No doubt, the mouse was worried ... about her being on the rogue planet. About the ship losing contact with the away team ... once they had entered the caves. Oh, the worry was in his eyes ...
Denali pulled out a scanner, and ran it over the baby ... " ... symptoms?"
"Coughing. Little ... barky coughs. Like ... "
"Barky?"
"Like, rough ... rough coughs. I mean ... you know ... maybe she has a cold? I don't know ... "
The otter's scanner beeped and hummed. "Mm ... a little virus, I think. Nothing life threatening."
"Well ... "
"I'll give her some medicine. She needs to get some rest. It'll ... get better. She'll be fine."
"What kind of medicine?"
"Field," whispered Ketchy. "Calm down ... "
The mouse's blue-grey eyes darted, and his ... nose sniffed, and ... he let out a breath, nodding, nodding ... Akira cradled in his arms. Her eyes halfpen. She seemed listless. "I ... I can feel her," he said.
"Adelaide? On the planet?"
"No, the baby. I feel sick ... cause she feels sick." The mouse's whiskers drooped. "I can feel her pain," he whispered.
"Oh ... I'm sorry," Ketchy whispered. She hadn't known to what degree ... the mouse was linked with Akira.
"Adelaide makes it better," Field whispered, looking at the carpet of the floor. And he squinted. "It used to be grey ... "
"What?" Denali, back with the medicine, blinked.
"Grey. The carpet," Field realized, looking up. "Used to be grey."
"Oh, I changed it," Juneau piped in, smiling. "You like it?"
Field smiled shyly. "Yeah, it's ... a much better color. Much more soothing. Much less ... "
" ... sterile? Oh, I agree. I mean, blues bring out the best in ... "
"Are we done?" Denali interrupted, holding the medicine (and his scanner).
Juneau bobbed her head in playful consternation ... and looked back to Field, confiding, "I don't mind saying this to you, Field, but ... males have NO sense of interior design."
Field blinked, asking (in his wispy voice, with his tail limp behind him), "Why don't you mind saying it to me?"
Juneau giggled. "Mm ... cute," she said, smiling, nodding, and looking back to her work.
Field blinked and looked to Ketchy.
"Don't worry about it," Ketchy said, smiling, too ... " ... and don't worry about anything, okay, cause ... Akira will be fine, and Adelaide will be fine, and ... "
" ... I don't care about interior design," Denali said, giving Akira some medicine.
"You should," Juneau replied. "You really should ... colors affect moods, and ... it's a whole science, you know."
Field nodded ... at Juneau's words.
"Well, I think ... my services have been rendered," Denali announced, nodding, giving the mouse an encouraging smile. "Think she'll be okay."
"Think?" His eyes widened, hugging the baby tighter.
"She'll be okay," Denali insisted, giving the mouse a pat on the shoulder. "Bring her back ... if her condition changes."
"Okay." Field let out a breath and stood. "Well, hopefully ... Adelaide will be back before long. Mm ... " Again, the worry evident in the mouse's eyes.
"She will be," Ketchy assured. And gave Field a paw squeeze and a smile ... and led him to the door, waving as he went back to his quarters. And she turned back ... thinking for a minute, and saying to the others, "You know ... I've never thought about this before, but ... we really need a ship's counselor."
"What do you mean?"
"Like, a counselor. I mean, like ... what happened with Chester, you know, and ... other things ... "
Juneau was quiet for a moment, before saying, "Well ... we all have mates. Isn't that enough? We can all talk to our mates ... "
"I know, but ... none of us are psychiatrists."
"Exactly," she countered. "So, who among us ... is qualified to be a ship's counselor?"
"Well, no one," Ketchy whispered. "I just ... wish they'd assigned one before we left home. I mean, having the Ops team in charge of crew morale ... we need an ACTUAL counselor, someone who's job it is ... to exclusively ... you know, keep the crew in good spirits. To ... all that. I don't know ... just a thought ... "
"Well, if you find someone ... let me know. And ... I'll back the idea." Juneau turned back to her work.
"Yeah," Denali added. "And while you search ... look for another doctor, too."
Ketchy rolled her eyes. "You're bringing this tension on yourself ... "
The otter sighed, sitting on the bio-bed that Field had vacated. "Maybe," he admitted. "I just ... it would be different if we weren't nomads now, low on supplies, and ... evading danger every day."
Juneau worked on some optical fibers ... and said, from her position a few feet away, "We're all in the same boat ... " A pause. "Well, same ship, to be ... exact. It's not easy on any of us. So ... we're just gonna have to do without a trained doctor ... without a counselor, without ... whatever, you know? We'll adapt. We're prey. We're stronger than anyone gives us credit for, and we'll fill in the gaps ... with our own ingenuity. We'll make it through," she said, and then stood ... and nodded. "What great carpet!"
Adelaide had been led away from her fellow crew-furs ... to a darker corner (in the cavern-like space to which they'd been led). The male bat's name ... the one who'd spoken, the leader of this group of bats ... his name was Ereth.
"You're a long way from home," Ereth told Adelaide, walking in a slow circle around her (while she stood still, breathing, trying to feel his presence ... and failing every time).
"So are you," Adelaide whispered back.
"Mm ... "
"I can't feel you," Adelaide said, addressing the issue up-front.
"Not one to pussy-foot, are you?" Ereth asked ... with a toothy grin.
"No," was her brisk response.
"Shame ... I do like games."
"I should've sensed you ... the moment our pod landed. Why didn't I?"
"As I said ... we are outcasts."
"That tells me ... "
" ... everything," Ereth whispered, stopping his circling ... and standing in front of her. "It tells you everything."
Adelaide blinked.
"All bats have telepathic abilities. But most bats have ... limits. Barriers. Most bats do not have limitless powers. Most bats have ... inhibitions. Moral inhibitions."
She breathed, eying him up and down, and then meeting his eyes ... her deep-pinks to his ... gem-blues. "And you don't?"
"No," was Ereth's whisper. "We were branded too dangerous ... by our fellow bats. Do you realize the hypocrisy in that? Our species has been treated horrendously ... was hunted ... by the predators. And then we turn against each other? Bats telling bats ... who is dangerous and who is not ... among them?"
She squinted.
"It was five years ago ... that we left. Or, rather, were forced to leave. In a long-distance transport ship."
"I never heard about this."
"The Council," he said, referring to the governing body of the bat species ... each species had a council or a ... leadership ... and two representatives from each leadership were sent to the furry senate. Politics on Home-world ... they were intricate. They were very messy. Many furs (including most on Luminous) ... had done their best to ... pay no attention to them. Not that, anymore, they needed to ... being exiled. "The Council determined that some bats ... were too dangerous. Dangerous to the whole. And we were sent away. We had stronger powers, but not the numbers ... we had to leave."
She listened. Angular ears ... swept-back and listening.
"I see that you, too, have been exiled ... but for different reasons. You are the only bat," he whispered, "on your ship. You have seen no other bats ... in over a year."
"No ... "
"You are mated," he whispered, reading her mind like a book (and even with her blocks ... she couldn't stop him) ... " ... mated to a mouse." A chuckle. "Not so bad, maybe ... mice are more like bats, physically ... than most creatures. But mentally? Mice are inferior. You know that."
"Apparently, I don't," she whispered back. With a bite in her voice.
"You're the dominant partner in your mate-ship?" he understood, looking deeper. "You have a daughter by him ... "
"Get out of my head," she told him. Simply. Strongly.
"I'll get out ... when it suits me to." He kept searching. Getting every ounce of information about her, about Luminous, about all that had happened, and ...
Shove!
Ereth stumbled back ... and fell to his furry rump, dazed. And looking up to her ... his link severed by the physical jolt.
"So, you're outcasts ... because you believe that telepathy is, what, a birthright? And that, as the holders of telepathy ... we may do what we wish?"
"It's an advantage. It gives us an advantage over other furs," Ereth said, still at a sit. "We are few, Adelaide. If we hope to repopulate and regain what we lost, and ... we must outmaneuver the other furs. Manipulation ... is required," he said, "for our survival."
"We're ALL furs," Adelaide exclaimed.
"Some species ... are better than others. We recognize that. You should, too. You have powers of the mind. That is ... rare. It is ... " Ereth stood, and stepped back toward her.
Adelaide tensed.
"Your mouse ... he has telepathic abilities? How?"
"I don't know. He had latent mental abilities ... the first time we yiffed, when I bit him ... those latent abilities were activated." A pause. "His powers aren't like mine, but ... he has them. I unlocked them ... "
"That is dangerous ... if other furs develop telepathy ... "
"I told you ... he already had it. He has a special mind. It just needed ... to be rendered fertile. To be nurtured."
"I don't wanna hear about your pet mouse," Ereth spat. Putting a paw on ...
... her arm. On the other side of the cavern, one of the male bats (with his light-blue fur, and his over-confident swagger), put his paw on Dotna's arm.
Pyro glared. Red eyes ... burning invisible holes in the bat who was touching his mate.
Dotna tensed, stepping back. She didn't have her weapon. The bat's had taken it.
The bat grinned a toothy smile, and ...
... ran his paw along Adelaide's neck.
She tilted her head, closing her eyes.
"You've bitten," he realized, "but have never been ... bitten in return, have you?"
She opened her eyes. Turned her neck away from his paw. "No ... "
"Never yiffed with a male bat. With a male of your own species ... you do not know ... what I can do for you. You think you've FELT it ... with your mate? I could make you feel more," Ereth whispered.
"I highly doubt that," she whispered (with a growing edge in her voice). Her mind building a wall around herself. And ... preparing to defend herself (as it was becoming apparent she would have to do).
"You can't avoid me ... "
"I can try," Dotna said, voice quavering. Rodent heart pattering, pat-pattering ...
A low growl. Coming from ...
... Pyro's throat.
Dotna swallowed, looking to her mate. Wishing for him.
The blue-furred bat (who hadn't mentioned his name), chuckled. "Your doggie upset? Am I playing with his toy?"
A blur of ...
... fur. Assumpta barreling into Ereth, slamming him into rock.
Adelaide shivered, collecting herself. "Is he ... "
"Unconscious. He will wake with a substantial headache," the snow leopard exclaimed, with ... a glint ... in her eye. "I saw you required assistance. I came as quickly as I could."
"You overpowered all the other bats?" Adelaide asked. "But their ... "
" ... mental abilities may work on prey and predators alike. However, I am of the ice. My mind is ... layered differently. They are not able to affect me ... as they affect the rest of you."
"Immune to mind control, huh?" Adelaide asked.
"Apparently."
"The others? Pyro ... Dotna ... "
Assumpta turned and scanned the darkness for them ... " ... back over there."
"Let's go ... "
The unnamed bat was on the ground, with a bloody gash in his side, and Pyro ... heaving blood-red eyes ... glowing. He heaved, breath shaking. Blood on his paws. He hadn't killed the bat. No, the bat would live, but he'd ... drawn blood. He'd actually drawn blood.
Dotna was clutching to him ... shaking. Thanking him for ... stopping the bat. "He was in my head ... he was in my head," she repeated. Shivering.
Pyro nodded ... swallowing. He knew what it was like to have someone invade your own mind. He knew what it was like to have ...
... Adelaide. Strolling into view. Looking down, and then up. "You ... okay?" she asked (of the both of them).
"He tried to hurt her," Pyro whispered. Hugging Dotna protectively.
Assumpta, standing behind Adelaide, met Pyro's eyes ... and gave a tiny nod. Pyro, at first, gave no motion back, but ... eventually ... returned the nod. Remembering their conversation in the mess hall. And, suddenly ... scared of himself. Of what he could do. But ... he'd done it for her. For love. He would never let anyone hurt Dotna ...
"We're getting out of here," Adelaide stressed. "NOW." She huffed, looking around. "This place is full of cold fire. I suspect they ... were hoping to control us all, take our pod, and ... use their unlimited mind control to ... take Luminous from us. And use it to ... go all the way back home and exact revenge on ... everyone."
"We best leave, then, before they regain consciousness," Assumpta said. "Before reinforcements arrive." There was no knowing how many bats were in these caves.
Adelaide nodded, scooping up the fallen bat's weapon, and ... tossing Pyro a paw-beacon. And the four of them hurried back through the caves, to the pods, and ... back to Luminous.
The doors swished open.
Field turned. Beamed. "Mommy's home," he announced.
"She okay?" Adelaide asked, scooping the baby up ... from Field's arms.
"Yeah ... she had a cough, but Denali made it better."
A nod. Adelaide looking down at her daughter. And feeling the ... little emotional feelers. The good feelings. And smiling.
"How did the mission go?" Field asked, sniffing the air. Sniffing her.
"We ran into some wayward winged things, but ... they underestimated ... our red eyes and ice minds and ... the power of our loves," she whispered. And she planted a kiss on Field's cheek. And then on his lips (soft, slow, sweet ... and succulent). "Mm ... " The kiss parted with a smack-smack, and baby Akira gently caught between their upright bodies ... " ... I'm okay."
Field smiled ... and breathed of her. Always glad to hear it.
Chester, at helm ... steered Luminous away from the rogue planet. The ship had two weeks of supplies left (before it would become dead in the water ... or dead, rather, in space) ... they needed to find friendly furs. Or some kind of planet to ... explore and settle on.
They needed something to happen.
Nose of the ship pointed to some unexplored star (out here on the edge of known space) ... Luminous warped away ... with a hope and a prayer. | Extinguishing Cold Fires by Squirrel | [
"Bat",
"Character Development",
"Mouse",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi",
"Squirrel"
] |
(Stag on F bondage)
Jessica lived in a rather small town in the middle of nowhere. I had been originally set up as a market town on a strategic place along the road between two far larger places on the map- but it never panned out. It turned out more of just a bathroom stop along the road. Unfortunately for Jessica this meant when it came to finding a boyfriend, she did not have a lot of options. Derek proved to be a bit of an ass, trying to control what she does. His final remark to her before she stormed out was that she will never find a cock as big as his in a town this small. And he was probably right. But Jessica was determined to prove him wrong. So determined that she found herself in the basement level of the local library- probably the oldest structure in the town, and much older than the ground floor of the same library.
There was an entire huge bookshelf that was off-limits here in the basement but it did not stop some of the more youthful citizens from looking. There was a latch across each shelf that prevented you from getting the books out without the key, but they were installed so long ago that they were sort of just coming apart. You could pull the bolt out of the hinge by hand and just take the entire thing off without even needing to open it. Though only half the citizens believed in it, all of these books were old occult spell books. Before the current town had been built there was an abandoned witches village here- the basement of the library supposedly the only surviving structure from that time. The light down there was not bright enough to read by, just enough to identify the book and take it elsewhere. The room was very deep and framed with stairs leading down to it, so the bookshelves were very tall and covered the walls entirely- so the only place to put a light was in the middle of the floor. A large crystal of salt was sat on a holder above the light to help scatter it throughout the room, and to ward the elder books from moisture. She found one book on the majestic elder of the forest, and remembered having a crush on him when she was younger reading this old book for the first time.
The book had no images so one was left to imagine what the forest spirit actually looked like, but the book did have some basic descriptions of him. Very large, well endowed, strong, and never made a sound. Sounds like the perfect boyfriend to Jessica! She read over the ritual part of the book she had skipped every other time and gathered some supplies. She gathered tons of candles, a bucket of blood from the butcher's shop and a pain brush to write the runes with, and the offering. The offering part depended on what your intentions were when summoning it- because she wanted romance Jess was to offer a flower. Since it was autumn, the only sizable flower she could find was an apple blossom. She wandered into the woods late afternoon. It was supposed to be dusk or night when you did this but she was a lot more confident in her ability to find her way out of the forest than into it when it was dark, so she entered while there was still daylight to find her way. There was two forests bordering the town and wouldn't you know it- the one the witches summoned the spirit from happens to be the supposedly cursed Pitchwood Forest. Named because the tree trunks there are as black as pitch. There was tons of trees but they were more like the skeletons of trees that used to be. Even in the spring and summer there was hardly any leaves on them at all, and now that it was fall there certainly was none. Their trunks and branches twisted and turned oddly like they were tangled around some unseen object. It was clear to see why everyone thought the forest was cursed- it was certainly a wretched looking place.
In the fall the forest had more life than any other season, but it was not in the form of plants, but rather fungus. The forest floor and the lower trunks of the trees were absolutely covered in delicate, frilled mushroom growth. That was likely why the forest itself looked so grim- there was probably a colossal circle of mycelium below the ground devouring the plants to feed itself. Mushrooms are just the blossoms of the mycelium. Jess created a huge circle of candles big enough to surround a car- since she had no idea just how large the spirit was. She had plenty of extra candles since she went a bit overboard and placed the remainder at the top sides of the huge rock she decided to do this beside to help light the area. There was a particularly huge tree that looked like it had grown out from under the other half of the shed-sized boulder. Its trunk was extremely thick, and while the tree was not especially tall, its branches reached wide. This was considered to be the heart of the Pitchwood Forest. She lit all the candles and by the time they were all aflame the sky had darkened enough that being near the candle light made everything else look like complete black. She dipped the paint brush in the bucket of pigs blood and started painting the runes on the surface of the boulder- having to do a few corrections at first till she got the hang of how much to have on the brush to paint with without allowing it to drip. Once you place it thinly enough blood dries quite quickly. When it dried the red faded from it quickly as well, making it look black against the already dark surface of the boulder.
Once it was completed the edges of the painted blood started to glow orange as if on fire and the runes burned off the rock without forming any actual flames. She looked at the circle of candles but did not see anything at first and put her hands on her hips in frustration. Then she spotted a floating orb! Tiny beads of liquid white candle wax were drifting up into the air and collecting in the middle! The undulating orb turned into a curled teardrop shape and two jet black orbs opened on either side of its body- eyes! As soon as his eyes opened all the candle flames doubled in size and burned white and pale blue with increased heat! The candles started to melt quickly and the wax flowed up into the air much faster. The round liquid body of the spirit started to sink lower in the air from its increased mass and eventually squished out against the ground a moment before lurching up on the end of four narrow pillars! Jess could see knobby little knee and ankle joints- they were spindly little legs! The front surged out and up pulling more narrow than the body as it went and quickly formed into the shape of a young deer! His ears flicking up away from the newly formed head cast off some extra wax, but the beads of wax slowed mid-flight and then pulled back into its body like a magnet. It quickly stopped looking like a cervine youth as its body rapidly expanded from the collecting wax and he started to surpass Jessica in height! When it got larger Jess was able to see that its eyes were not actually solid either- they were swirling orbs of black flame. The heat from them constantly caused the edges of its eye sockets to liquefy and re-harden. The wax of its body hardened as it took shape but more wax was added, causing it all to increase in size with each new layer. Even with no wax around them, the candle wicks still had wax soaked into them and the flames remained burning even after the body of it had been stolen to feed the spirit's body.
Soon Jessica was only as fall as his neck, then his shoulders, then his large pectoral muscles. From out of the head two giant, ornate candelabra erupted, forming its antlers. The many individual candles it held acted as the many tines of the antlers! A band of red wax formed a crest of runes that circled the very base of his neck like he were wearing a giant gorget. Red wax also emerged from the white on his face to make his nose and lips. Polished brass started to emerge from the ends of his legs as well, lifting him up on metal hooves. The hooves however were giant signet rings that looked like they were made for giants. The type of signet rings a lord would use to press a wax seal on an important document. Jess was not looking at the apple blossom she placed as it burst into flame and vanished into the night. Its combustion caused a magenta wax to well up in the beast's loins, swelling a plump tube of a sheath out from it and two tennis ball sized testicles. The magenta wax then burrowed its way out of the white wax sheath it helped form and emerged as an increasingly long pillar- an extremely large tapered cervine phallus! It was slightly veiny toward the very base but was otherwise smooth and featureless like the real thing. His body remained quite warm, but mostly solidified. It retained only enough give to it that when he bent his limbs, they bent instead of breaking.
Jess timidly walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling his hide. It was somewhat textured like fur, but all wax, so clearly it had no real fur. It was sort of like someone pressed a furry animal into soft wax so that it copied the shape. His eyes were bizarre and hypnotized Jess a bit as her own eyes tried to comprehend what she was seeing. It was like the darkness of night folded in to touch his eyes, lancing the light around him without swallowing it. The black fire that made his eye balls was actually negative light- it was devouring any light it made contact with, but his antlers and the candles surrounding him were still producing light so rather than snuff the light out, it just created a cone-shaped darkness from his eyes to the ambient dark of the night. Jess started to blush increasingly bright red as the initial awe of the situation started to wear off and the knowledge of it started to sink in- she just summoned a colossal stag to fuck her. The book never mentioned the spirit of the forest was an animal... although in hindsight that does make sense. Half in fear of angering such a huge beast, and half in actual aroused curiosity she slowly slid her hand down his side toward the hot pillar of deep pink wax that was his cock. His outer layer 'fur' was soft enough that she could imprint her fingers into him fairly easily- though whenever something altered his form, it quickly reshaped. True to the book's description, he is indeed very large, well endowed, strong, and does not make a sound. He made no move toward her and did not even seem to look at her, he just stood gently breathing, waiting for her to make the first move.
Jess surprised herself a moment when she finally gasped the phallus and her fingers sunk in! The wax seemed to grip her hand- trying to reform while she was still inside of it. The wax of his penis was particularly warm, so it was also rather soft. The moment she pulled her fingers out of it, it was already fully reformed and utterly undisturbed by her influence. It did buck slightly a moment after though, and what looked like a drop of clear pre dripped out- though it became increasingly white as it fell through the air and solidified as white wax by the time it hit the ground. Jess knelt down to bring her face closer, eyeing the hot pillar. The spirit snorted out two jets of smoke and stepped forward suddenly! Since his penis was tapered the end was small enough to poke through her lips before Jess even realized what was happening and wedged the end of his dick in her mouth! She was expecting the gross taste of wax in her mouth, but there was no taste at all. His body constantly reformed so none of the wax was wiping off for her tongue to be able to taste. The stag made micro-movements with his hips, just pulsing his cock back and forth on her lips. Once the initial shock wore off Jess slid further down the shaft on her own. She could feel the throbbing of a heart beat inside, oddly. The molten wax flows through him like blood would a normal deer- so although he was almost entirely wax, it felt almost identical to a real stag. When the cock hit the top of her throat, rather than force its way down it squished a bit and became thicker in her mouth. The veins swelled larger and stiffer and Jess was again surprised when he came in her mouth! Because it was already wedged into the start of her throat she did not even have an option to now swallow- it was being fired halfway down her throat! Wax is organic... right? She should be able to digest that. Maybe. It isn't poisonous anyway.
His wax load was hot enough that it almost burned on its way down, and it sat incredibly heavy in her stomach. The beast slowly backed out of her and trot in a circle, nudging a still stunned Jess on her rump with his nose- which unlike the entire rest of his form actually felt cool to the touch. She turned to look at him, not knowing what he was trying to do. Did he want her to stand back up? He then let out another gust of candle smoke that billowed her skirt up and Jess realized his dick was still just as erect as before- he wanted to ride her other end too! She wanted that too, but had been afraid at first of even attempting because his dick isn't very thick, but it is still many times too long for a human to take. After having him in her mouth she was no longer worried though. It was made of soft wax, so it won't just jam itself into her vaginal lining and tear it- it will squish and conform itself to fit. She huffed a bit as she got to her feet, her stomach felt so heavy! He came a lot. She pulled her panties down and to her surprise he bit them and helped pull them the rest of the way off, causing her to stumble forward a bit on her hands and knees. He stepped forward slowly. She could feel the warmth coming off his front legs as he stepped over her. She bowed her arms a bit to put her ass up high and he bowed his back legs to line up and then thrust in under her skirt. The tapered form allowed him to slide into her easily and she cooed in pleasure feeling the hot rod sliding deeper and deeper. Well, she proved Derek wrong- she has found someone bigger than him in this town! A lot bigger. She had never felt anything so deep in her body before! She didn't even think her vagina was that deep in the first place! Jess then felt a bit cramped as he bottomed out in her but thrust in again to put more in! His dick squished against her cervix and bloated out fatter, and then another thrust and fatter still! It can't go longer so all the extra cock he shoves into her instead stretches her wider! She could see the bulge building on her lower gut! It conforms to whatever shape it is placed in like water- so no matter who he is inside of, his dick is always a perfect fit!
The huge bulge in her gut looked like it should hurt, but didn't. She just felt... incredibly heavy and full. It started to throb violently though and Jess moaned in breathless surprise as he was approaching another climax already! He is certainly easy to set off. She huffed unintentionally as the added pressure on her already very full insides forced some air out of her lungs. The searing liquid wax he ejaculated burned, hurting her a bit a first but it was not hot enough to actually burn her, so after a moment she adjusted to it. The slight burning only added to the pleasure; a hot pleasurable itch. The spirit already filled her completely so when he came it blasted into her womb and coated it, then overflowed and started to blast out of her pussy around his dick from lack of room! And there was a lot of it! As wildly pleasurable as it had been though, Jess never hit climax. She came very close but he slowed his thrusting from his own orgasm and her own loins cooled down. She did not notice the liquid wax seething across the ground as if it were alive under her. Another little surge of pleasure as he thrust into her again after a pause and started to pick up pace again! He was still erect! It must be because she hasn't had a full orgasm yet. She summoned him for sex, so he must remain bound here at least until they have both climaxed at least once to complete the summoning conditions.
She felt the hot wax on her legs and hands but only when it started to creep across her skin did she actually look down and see the wax was trying to coat her! It tightened as it cooled, getting stiffer, and pulled her fingers and toes together inside and locked them that way. As it hardened it took the familiar shape of cloven hooves! Jessica smirked. Kinky. He is going for some sort of wax bondage, sealing her hands and feet inside hard wax hooves. The continued heat of the liquid wax in her pussy made it somewhat numb to the temperature, so she did not realize the continued heat was a small flow of continual wax, not just the remainder of the first load getting squeezed out by his thrusts. Dripping down her legs it started to stiffen and he started to straighten his own legs, causing his penis to hook on her insides and pull her up with him, forcing Jessica to straighten her limbs. The wax dripping down her legs then hardened like that however- locking her legs in that position and forming more cervine shape onto her. He started to throb powerfully again, but before he hit climax he pulled out! Jessica was already approaching hers as well, but him yanking out of her while his cock was still swollen extremely wide from her inner walls crushed against her clit and sent her screaming into an orgasm! She trembled uncontrollably against the wax starting to seal her thighs! Her pussy never closed! It was still wide open like his dick was inside of it even though it wasn't! The wax he coated it with hardened while it was stretched open, so now it was stuck like that! Just as her orgasm was starting to calm back down he rammed his dick back into her- but this time her small, virgin anus! She screamed out again in surprised pleasure as her orgasm spiked back up! His dick crammed itself in and again squished against her insides to conform to the shape of her ass just as he climaxed and fired hot wax up her intestines! Unlike her vulva which ended with her womb, the wax did not run out of room and get forced out this time- it just continued to scorch her deeper and deeper! She felt so incredibly bloated and heavy and hot! So very hot! Her legs would have buckled and cause her to collapse by now except she could not bend them! They looked like wax deer legs! The wax was too stiff for her to move her legs at all, and her arms were cast up to her elbows. Jess felt like it was exploding into her stomach again, but this time from the reverse direction! Her entire torso started to round out a bit, bloating from the massive load of wax inside of her. She felt a bit nauseous and suddenly threw up, but nothing came out except wax!
The beast's wax was still animated, even divided from him, so it was actually navigating its way through her entire body- allowing him to cum straight through her! The wax she was forced to spit up quickly slithered across the ground and up her arms, coating them further up- locking her elbow joints. The wax that dribbled down her lips and chin spread as far around her neck as it could before it hardened. His own body started to give off more and more heat. Jessica wanted to look back at him or try to squirm away but her limbs were locked to the ground, and there was already enough wax on her throat on the inside and outside to prevent her from turning her head! His body was liquefying a bit, causing him to shrink from removed wax, but also dripping hot wax all over her, causing Jess to squirm from the sensation of the hot wax. It was not dripping down- the wax dripped in whatever direction she still had uncovered skin in. The spirit started to shrink down to normal stag proportions by the time he finished and pulled out- this time his cock sliding back into the sheath.
He walked around her slowly and put his face close to hers a moment before huffing and then raising his head up high to observe the forest. Jessica would have said something but the inside of her mouth was coating in a hard wax cast that prevented her from moving her jaws. In fact- none of her body was exposed to the outside world! She was sealed entirely in a doe-shaped wax cast and completely unable to move! Even her pussy and anus was trapped open, because their insides were also trapped! Jess could breath just fine from the nostrils and mouth of the outer cast, but she could not move at all or make a sound! She would be stuck here completely at the mercy of whoever entered the forest and found her first.
Yes, the Pitchwood Forest is a cursed place indeed. No one enters it unless they absolutely have to. There have even been sightings of ghostly white deer statues appearing in the woods, and sometimes moans or other odd sounds coming from the woods, so people knew to stay well away from them. | null | [] |
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I always have hated packing for a trip, and packing for the trip down to my Great Aunt Ruby's house in Lexington, South Carolina was no exception. I packed all the essentials, my black suit, a couple of dressier outfits, and a good amount of summer attire. South Carolina gets hotter than a steam room in Hell in July, and I fully expected the temperature to be over 100 degrees every day that we would be down there. Other than the obvious bummer of going down there for a funeral, there was another significant downside to this trip: my mother simply refuses to fly. If the choice were between getting on a plane or being torn apart by a rabid pack of wild dogs; my mom would be crow bait.
We would make the thirteen-hour drive over the course of two days. I argued that we could do it all in one marathon session, especially since there were four available drivers; but my dad wouldn't hear of it. He hates being cooped up in the car for long periods of time. He was in a motorcycle accident in his twenties, and his back can't take sitting in one position for long periods of time. He even has this special chair in his office that he paid $1500 for that helps with the problem. Katie tried to sweet talk dad into letting her and I make the trip down alone, but that idea was vetoed too. So I helped load up the huge Cadillac Escalade, and we left our suburban Detroit home, and headed south.
I couldn't help thinking of the last trip that our family made together. My parents, Katie, our cousin Julia, and I drove the four hours to our vacation house in Northern Michigan. That trip changed my life. What would this trip hold in store for me? For us?
Katie was talking animatedly to my mom about her recent acceptance letter from Northwestern University. I had applied too, but I hadn't heard back from them yet. Julia had received her letter from them three days ago, and Katie had got her letter just one day later. I thought that this boded ill for my hopes of acceptance. The girls said to wait a bit longer, because all acceptance letters weren't mailed together. This seemed plausible, but I had my doubts. The girls had almost perfect grade point averages. Mine was good, but not great. I had also not participated in as many extracurricular activities as they had. All three of us had already been accepted to the University of Michigan months ago, but with our recent changes in our relationship statuses, being farther away from home would be better. The chance that anyone who knew us from school seeing us at Northwestern was slim to none. I can guarantee that at least a dozen of our classmates was headed to U of M, and that would make it damn near impossible to pull off our ruse of being "married" without rumors of us being related getting around. In Chicago, we could have an apartment off campus, along with Julia. This could be a cozy love nest for the three of us. I sighed loudly.
"Don't worry, Jack. Your letter will come soon. Mr. Colburn wrote all three of us glowing recommendations, and he is an N.U. alumnus, and is very active in their alumni association. He told me that he wrote two last year, and both of the students were accepted." She reached over, and gave my hand a squeeze.
"I guess I will know soon, one way or the other." I said distractedly, wondering who the two students from last year were, and if they would remember us as siblings. Maybe we should have applied to the University of Alaska. I bet we wouldn't know anyone there. My sister smoothly changed the subject, and soon my mom was droning on about the landscaping that she was designing for this wealthy couple that lived in Bloomfield Hills. The conversation eventually died, and my dad switched the satellite radio onto N.P.R.
"Jack, do you mind if I lean on you while I nap?" Katie asked. She had a mischievous glint in her eye. The sun set her red hair aflame, and contrasted spectacularly with her porcelain skin. How could I refuse such a beautiful girl?
"Sure, Kay. Knock yourself out." She smiled, and turned around to pull her throw blanket out of the cargo area. She covered up with half the blanket, and threw the other half over me. I never get cold, but I wasn't about to upset her over something so trivial. She put her head on my shoulder, wormed her right arm behind my back, and slung her left arm across my stomach, so she was hugging me. I have to admit that it felt incredible to have her that close to me. I closed my eyes, and leaned against her.
"Norm, look back there. Aren't they adorable? They look like little angels." I opened my eyes a tiny bit, and I saw my dad look into the rear-view mirror at us.
"Yeah, they're cute, all right. I think this is the first full minute of peace that we've had in almost nineteen years." My mom laughed raucously at my dad's joke, and then the conversation died again as their attention shifted back to N.P.R.
Katie's left arm slowly slid down my stomach, onto my thighs. Ever so slowly, I felt her hand move over my basketball shorts, and firmly grip my shaft with her tiny hand. She let out an almost imperceptible moan as she touched my cock. I know that nobody else in the car could have heard it. She didn't do anything with it, she just gripped it firmly, but just her touching it through my shorts made it rock hard within five seconds.
My sister began to move her hand slowly up and down my shaft. She did it ever so slightly, and not over the entire length, just a quarter inch at a time. Up, and down, just a tiny bit, then it gradually became a bit more. It was still really slow, but it was so incredibly erotic; especially with our parents just a couple of feet away. She then began to jerk me in earnest, her hand moved slowly, but her grip was firm, and she had done it to me enough times to know what she was doing. I was getting incredibly excited by the sheer dirtiness of it, and I needed her to slow down or I would soon have a huge, unexplained mess on the front of my shorts. I reached down, and gently removed her tiny hand from my cock.
My sister temporarily forgot her falling asleep act, and gave me a dirty look. She has the most beautiful green eyes. She always highlights them with a tiny bit of makeup, not a lot, just enough to make them "pop;" her words, not mine. I wanted her to know that I wasn't rejecting her, but that I was just getting too excited. I twined my fingers between hers, and held her hand lovingly. She let out an audible sigh, and put her head back down on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, and soon the hum of the car, and her close proximity lulled me to sleep.
My dreams were a jumble of half remembered images, and words that were whispered so softly that I couldn't make them out. I was in the hallway by the gym, book bag slung over my right shoulder. The crowd in the hallway parted, and Katie walked up to me. My sister was radiant. It seemed like everyone else in the hallway was in black and white, and she was the only one in color. It made me think of that scene in "Shindler's List" where the little girl wore the red coat. I laughed to myself, and brazenly enjoyed watching her walk up to me. A big gorilla of a football player bumped into me, breaking my reverie. The next thing I knew Katie was pulling me by the hand through the gym, headed toward the band rooms. Eerily, this part of the school was empty, and silent as a tomb.
"Jack, we need to talk," she said. I heard an uncharacteristic urgency in her voice.
"Sure, Kay, we can always talk about anything. You know that I'm always here for you." She pulled my arm, so that I spun to face her. She was crying. Tears ran unabashedly down her cheeks, and splashed the front of her brown leather coat.
"I just don't know how to say this..." She paused, and the thunder of my heartbeat drowned out her words. I tried to read her lips, but she was talking frantically, and sobbing, and I couldn't keep up.
Everything blurred, and shifted, and I was in my bedroom. I don't know how I knew that it was my bedroom, because my eyes were closed. Maybe on some level I knew that I was dreaming. I felt a mouth moving up and down my cock, and a tongue making motions as it went up and down my rod. I reached out to cradle the head that was doing this great and wonderful thing to my johnson. The strange thing was that the hair wasn't curly. It must be Julia. She is wonderful at giving blowjobs. The beautiful, willowy Julia was a goddess to behold. I smiled, and opened my eyes.
It was neither my sister, nor my Julia; it was Sandy Curry, the captain of the girls track team. Her brown eyes locked with mine, and she slid my pole out of her mouth with a noisy slurping sound.
"Hey, big guy." Her perfect white teeth sparkled in the sunshine streaming through my windows. Her smile warmed my heart, like she had smiled that same smile at me a million times before. She looked older, maybe twenty, or twentyne. She was pretty before, but the few extra years had refined her girl-next-door charms into breathtaking beauty. She was naked, and she slid her naked body up mine, and began kissing, and biting me on the neck. What was she doing here? I pushed her off top of me gently, but with enough emphasis to let her know that it was no accident.
"What's the matter, baby?" Her voice was honey on my eardrums.
"What are you doing here, Sandy?" Her expression turned from puzzled to hurt. She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, defensively.
"I live here, Jack. I've lived here with you for almost a year. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Her hurt expression was turning to anger, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop my eyes from roving over her nude form. Her eyes locked on mine again, drawing my gaze back to her face. "Not this shit again." She huffed, and stood up, pacing. "Let me guess, you are looking for your sister." She paused, and I began to notice the room behind her nude form. It wasn't my room at all. I had never been here before in my life.
"Where is she?" I asked. My voice sounded lost and pathetic to my own ears, I can't imagine what it sounded like to her. My heartbeat sounded like bass drums in my ears. Her pacing stopped, and she turned to me with an anguished look on her face.
"Jack," she paused, "I'm sorry, but they're all dead." Dread hit me like a freight train. The pain of loss and grief crushed me under its weight. "And now..." she slid a small stainless steel revolver from the nightstand, "I'm dead too." She put the gun under her chin, and pulled the trigger.
I awoke to the sound of my own scream, followed by the sound of Katie's puzzled cry. The SUV swerved violently.
"What the fuck?" my dad yelled as he brought the Escalade under control. My heart hammered in my chest, and black spots swam before my eyes as I hyperventilated. I felt Katie squeeze my hand beside me, and my mom threw off her seat belt, and turned to look me in the face. It was just a dream; their deaths, the time that had passed, it was all in my head. I was next to my sister, and my family, and they were all safe. But that dream seemed so fucking real.
"Are you OK, Jackson?" I nodded to my mom, as I tried to breathe deep and slow my heart down. Katie hugged me violently. My fear shifted from my dream, to the real-life fear that they would realize that my sister's hug meant more than it should.
"I'm fine, mom. It was just a nightmare." I slid myself out of the death grip that Katie had me in. "I'm fine, Kay. I just need some air." My sister looked hurt, and I couldn't help but compare that to the look Sandy had given me in my dream. I tried to give her a reassuring look, but she wasn't buying it.
My dad pulled off at the next rest stop. We were still on I-75 headed south. We all stopped into the bathroom, and upon a suggestion from my dad, he and I took a walk on a small trail. I knew that he needed to stretch his legs, but he must have had something on his mind to suggest that I accompany him. My dad was typically the strong silent type. He detested all this "touchy feely bullshit," and thought that most of the world's problems could be solved by "manning up." My dad is a great guy, a good father, and he loves his family; but he is not progressive in any emotional way. We walked a little way before he broke the silence.
"Are you doing all right, son? You have seemed different the last couple of weeks." If he only knew how different things were, then I began to wonder how much he actually knew. Deception and lies have a way of becoming a crazy cycle; and it always leads to paranoia. "I know that death isn't easy to deal with son, and I know things are changing really fast for you right now. It is hard growing up."
"Thanks, dad." I paused as we walked. "Things are just getting complicated, and hard to deal with." He chuckled to himself, as if I told a mildly amusing joke.
"Life is complicated, Jack. Nothing is really easy. Even when a choice seems cut and dry, there are always repercussions to everything we do. Welcome to the Big Leagues." He laughed, and I joined in. I knew that he was talking about something totally different than what was happening to me right now, but the analogy still rang true. "Is this thing with Northwestern bothering you? I always thought that you wanted to go to Michigan. You've talked about it since you were five years old."
"It's bothering me a little," I admitted rather sheepishly. "I guess that all the changes are a little overwhelming. I am going to be going to be moving away from home in another month, and starting a whole new phase of my life. It's a little tough for me." He clapped me on the shoulder.
"Jack, I raised you to be a good man, and you are smart. You will do fine wherever life takes you. Always believe in yourself. That is my best advice to you." He beamed a huge smile to me, which I returned, even though I felt a little bit like Judas. "What do you say that we get back on the road?"
"Sure." We walked back to the car, and got in. Katie gave me a nervous glare, but said nothing. I pulled my headphones out of my pocket, and got some music going on my phone. Katie got her blanket back out, and resumed cuddling with me. Her hand slid into mine, and she gave me a reassuring squeeze. I listened to song after song, and never once thought about taking another nap.
We stopped for the night at the Holiday Inn Express in Charleston, West Virginia. After stopping for lunch, and frequent breaks, this entire leg of the trip had taken just about eight hours. We checked into the hotel. My mom and dad had their own room, and Katie and I had a room to ourselves. It turned out that our rooms weren't even in the same wing of the building. We went to our room to drop off our bags, almost exploding with excitement at the possibilities of being able to spend an entire night alone. I opened our door, and we put our suitcases down. Katie closed the door, with a giggle, and held up the Do Not Disturb sign.
"Do you think we will need this tonight?" My sister seemed totally free from stress this evening. Her demeanor earlier today seemed to shift between being stressed out, and being concerned for me. I felt her gaze on me randomly all day long. When I would meet her eyes, she would seem to wordlessly ask me if I was really OK; or her eyes would dart away, like she had things on her own mind. It was nice to see her looking, and sounding carefree again.
Our room had two full-sized beds. It was spacious enough, but utilitarian. I sat down on one of the beds. It was very firm, but was serviceable enough for us to actually get some sleep on. I was thinking of this, when I was blindsided by my sister diving at me. I saw a blur of red curls, and then I was pinned to the bed by her tiny flying body. Katie turned and her mouth found my mouth before I could even utter a word of protest. Our lips slid across each other's, and my hand seemed to find its own way to my favorite part of her body; her magnificent bubble butt. I rubbed my hand over her ass, and she moaned into the kiss, and slid her tongue into my mouth. I was hard instantly, as she ground her leg against my steel hard shaft.
"Oh god, Jack, I want you so bad right now." I brought my hand up, and brushed my thumb across her nipple. It was harder than Chinese calculus. My cell phone started chiming in my pocket. I had a call coming in. I slid my hand in between us, and retrieved my phone. I looked at the caller I.D. Shit...
"It's mom," I said, to calm the sexual tension down between us. I pressed answer on my touchscreen. "Hi, mom. What's up?" My tempestuous sister refused to play nice. She slid down in the floor between my legs, and started untying the drawstring holding up my basketball shorts.
"Hey, Jack. Your dad wants to walk over to the Shoney's that we saw down the street." Katie had slid my cock free, and had taken about six inches of it into her mouth. She was busily trying to push the rest of it into her throat. She was making a good effort, but I was just trying to keep it together while on the phone.
"That sounds great, mom." My sister had given up trying to deep throat me, and just settled for frantic fellatio instead. She was bobbing up and down furiously, and her mouth was making smacking, and slurping sounds. I cupped my hand over the receiver, so that my sister's cock sucking noises wouldn't be overheard.
"How long do you think it will be before you two are ready?" My ability to maintain focus was wavering. The situation had escalated past the point of no return; and this thing was happening, one way, or the other.
"Maybe fifteen minutes, mom. Katie is in the bathroom. I think that big lunch that she ate didn't agree with her. I'll need to pee when she gets out, too." My sister began rubbing my ball sack, and running her fingernails roughly across it's wrinkled surface. I wanted to moan, but couldn't.
"Try to hurry her up, Jack. Your father is hungry, and he gets grouchy when he's hungry." I pulled the phone away from my ear.
"Hurry up in there, Kay." I looked dead into her emerald green eyes. "Mom and dad want to go eat." Katie said something indistinct from around my penis. I guess it sounded enough like a through-the-door answer to my mom.
"We'll meet you in the lobby as soon as we can, mom." I pushed the end call icon on my screen. "C'mon, Kay. I need to cum too bad now to stop." She looked up as a sign of agreement, and began to use her hand to stroke me, along with sucking me. She jerked the bottom part, and sucked the top. Her rhythm got faster, and faster, until she was bumping her lips with her knuckles on the down stroke. I wanted to tell my beautiful sibling to be careful, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. It just felt too damn good.
"Faster, Kay," I urged instead. Slippery saliva coated the entire length of my shaft, and she went about pleasing me like a woman possessed. I could take no more. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned, but she knew what she was about, and kept going. The first spurt filled her mouth with my seed, and she almost gagged; but held back, only spilling a few drops that dribbled down her chin. The remaining spurts of my jizz were comfortably within her skill limits, and she kept it up until I tapped her and let her know that I was finished with my orgasm. She raised her head with a triumphant look in her eyes. She wiped her chin with a finger, and sucked the finger into her mouth greedily. She stood up, like a woman possessed, grabbed her makeup and toiletry bag, and headed to the bathroom.
I laid there for a minute to catch my breath, and then got up to pee. I always seem to have to pee after I cum. Usually, I am inclined to snuggle with my partner before urination, but this wouldn't be one of those times. When I entered the bathroom, Katie was brushing her teeth. She flushed a shade of pink, and looked embarrassed. I went to the toilet, and began doing my business. Katie finished brushing, and rinsed her mouth with water from a paper cup.
"Jack," my sister said sheepishly.
"Yeah, sweetie," I answered.
"I wasn't brushing my teeth because your cum tastes nasty, or anything." She was speaking in a frantic tone, like she thought that she had to apologize for something. "It is because I didn't want them to smell cum on my breath. It has nothing to do with the way that you taste; you actually taste kind of yummy." She would have rattled on if I hadn't interrupted.
"Kay, it's fine. Thank you for the blowjob. It was spontaneous and wonderful. You are the most awesome girlfriend that a guy could ever have. I just wish that I could repay the favor."
"Thanks, Jack. You are the most awesome boyfriend a girl could ever have; that even two girls could ever have. You can definitely pay me back later." She had finished brushing her hair, and was working on touching up her lip gloss.
"You sound like you have plans for us."
"I do. I hope you brought your trunks. They have a pool downstairs, and a hot tub." She gave me a conspiratorial smile, as she slid down her panties. "I can't wear these, they're soaked." I couldn't help but notice the panty liner on the inside of her pink bikini panties. I wonder what is going on with that. Katie having her period couldn't happen at a worse time. I came back into the bedroom, just as she was sliding her shorts over a pair of pale green bikini panties. I really didn't know how to go about starting a conversation for this topic, so I just jumped into it with both feet.
"Are you on your period, Kay?" She looked a little startled, but didn't look offended.
"Nope, it should be time for it soon though, probably within the next few days. I figured that it couldn't hurt to wear a liner, plus I knew that I would probably be super moist because I'd be so close to you all day. I couldn't stop thinking naughty thoughts about you all the way down here. Are you ready?"
I was, and we walked to the elevator together. I loved looking at her ass in those shorts. They really didn't leave a lot to the imagination. They climbed up her butt crack enticingly, and usually revealed a spectacular camel toe in the front. The sight was still pretty impressive even with her panty liner in. My mom calls them her "rape me" shorts. I know that most guys feel possessive, and never want their girlfriends to wear sexy stuff, not to mention their sisters; and although she was both, I didn't mind. It always made me feel like a stud when I walked into a place, and all the guys stared at the chick I was with. It never mattered to me even when she and I were platonic, and it made things a million times hotter now. We stopped touching before the elevator hit the lobby, and moved a safe distance apart. My parents were sitting in the lobby, and at the first sight of us, my dad sprang to his feet. They both looked impatient, although we had only missed the fifteen-minute mark by a minute or two; which under the circumstances, I found to be incredible.
"Thank god! I'm starving," my dad grumbled. "Katie, are you going to go out in public with those shorts on?"
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oticed though. These are the exact same little pink shorts that she wore on our trip up North, a few weeks ago. I could tell that my dad still didn't like it, but he didn't want to argue. He was hungry; besides, he wasn't the type of parent to make her go back upstairs to change anyway. We walked the two blocks to Shoney's in just a few minutes.
We were seated immediately. Our waitress was a pretty young brunette. She looked like a girl working her way through college. Katie noticed my quick appraisal, and gave me a frown. I wasn't really doing anything wrong, I was just being a guy; but I kept my eyes to myself or on her for the rest of our meal. I couldn't believe that Katie ate an entire double-decker burger and fries.
It only started getting weird when my mom observed that Katie and I seemed to be getting along better over the last few weeks. Katie answered her smoothly with some shit about how we made a pact to get along better, and not to argue. She said that we could possibly get an apartment together in college. I couldn't come up with some bullshit like that right off the top of my head in a million years. I'm glad she answered the question before I stammered out something unintelligible, but her ability to fabricate plausible stories at a moment's notice is something that I will have to be on the lookout for, now that our relationship has changed. Then the bomb dropped, from my dad of all people.
"Katie-bear, are your lips swollen?" Oh fuck! By the startled look on her face, my sister was thinking the same thing. Then the deer in the headlights look fell away, and she gave an answer as slick as butter on Teflon.
"Yes, daddy," she said in her 'daddy's girl voice.' "I burnt them yesterday on my curling iron. Julia called me while I was experimenting with curling my bangs, and I tried to answer the curling iron." What the fuck? Where does she get this bullshit from?
"Ouch," my mom said. "You need to be more careful, Katie."
"I will mom. I put ice on it right afterwards. I can hardly feel it today. They are just a little swollen." And just like that, the discussion was over. If it had been my lip that had been swollen, it would have been a half an hour interrogation. I promised that from now on, I would let my sister answer any question where we had to lie. She was the sensei of deception. Then I thought about how she had acted so awkward the other day when my mom came in while I was rubbing her back. She had been in total panic mode. This was something to think about.
The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. The evening was warm, but not unbearably hot. The humidity was actually less than it usually was in Michigan. The sun was hanging low in the sky as we went into the lobby.
"What do you guys have planned for the evening?" my mom asked, as we were riding up together in the elevator. My dad had stayed downstairs in the business center to check his emails.
"We're going to head down to the pool, and then probably get some sleep," explained Katie.
"Don't stay up too late, kids. We have a full day tomorrow." My mom ruffled my short brown hair. "Set your alarm for 8 A.M."
"We will!" we chimed in unison, and just like that, we were alone for the evening. I don't actually remember walking back to the room. I just seem to remember my mom heading for her room, and then we were in ours. I expected the swimming thing not to actually happen. It seemed like when we were alone that all we ended up doing was having sex as many times as possible. This time I just got a fairly tame kiss from my sister. She told me to get my suit on, fished out a brightly colored bag from her suitcase, and walked into the bathroom.
I got my trunks out. They were a bright teal color, and were made like cargo shorts. They even had a Velcro "zipper" down the front. I'm sure that my sister would have preferred me in a speedo, but that just wasn't my style. I pulled on a baggy t-shirt, just as the bathroom door opened. My sister emerged wearing the complimentary hotel robe, with her long red curls pulled back in a ponytail. We both slipped on flip flops, she gave me a peck on the lips, and we headed downstairs to the pool.
The smell of chlorine was strong in the hallway leading up to the pool house. The pool was surprisingly large, with two large hot tubs, and a lounge area. There were huge windows that showed the sunset outside, but I still couldn't figure out why anyone would want lounge beside an indoor pool. Sure enough, there were two guys occupying loungers about mid-way down one side of the pool. They were probably in their mid-forties, and I pegged them as business travelers, rather than tourists.
We put our towels on two of the loungers closest to the hot tubs, and across from the other patrons. I pulled my shirt off, and slipped out of my flip flops. I heard the conversation of the two guys drop off suddenly, and one of them exclaimed, "Good lord!" I turned, and saw immediately what the fuss was about. Katie had removed her robe, and was wearing the briefest bikini that I had ever seen in person. The top was made of two triangles that were maybe a quarter of an inch larger than her areolas, and some string. The bottom was just as brief. The front of it was a triangle that just barely covered her pussy. I saw what had taken her so long in the bathroom: she had shaved her little strip of pubic hair off in order to wear this suit. The back was a string that ran between her two magnificent ass cheeks. She turned slowly in a circle to model it for me.
"What do you think, Jack?" she asked, perfectly confident in getting a positive reaction from me. I realized then that my mouth had been hanging open. I was busy trying to rationalize this suit in my mind. On Julia, this suit would have been remarkable. Julia is tall, and lithe, and built like a runway model. She is a smallish C cup upstairs, and is beautiful sculpted downstairs. My sister is very petite and very curvy, and built like a porn star. She is 5 feet tall, with a slim waist, and an hourglass figure. She is a DD cup upstairs, and has an ass that any Brazilian swimsuit model would kill for. On her, this suit was damn near indecent.
"Hello... Earth to Jack, what do you think?" Her big green eyes danced with amusement as she watched my reaction.
"It's... ummm... It's definitely something, Kay. Wow!" She beamed her thousand watt smile at me. I had to be the luckiest guy in the world to be with this gorgeous young woman.
"I seem to be getting the same reaction from those older guys over there," she said, motioning her head to the guys on the other side of the pool. This motion did interesting things to her breasts in that suit. I felt myself getting hard very quickly. I needed to find some water, and get in it; fast. My redheaded sex goddess read my mind; being omniscient, like all the great deities. She grabbed my hand, and led me toward the hot tub. We inched slowly into the water, because it was really fucking hot, and the two forty-somethings tried not to be too obvious while still craning their necks for a good view. Finally, the water level was up to her neck, they resumed their conversation, assuming that the show was over. She was sitting near me, but I could see that she wanted to be closer to me. I put my arm around her, and pulled her to my side. She smiled brightly at me again.
"Have I told you today how incredible you are, and how much I love you?" She actually had the nerve to look shy about this conversation while wearing those three postage stamps that she called a bikini.
"No. I don't believe you have. How much do you love me, Jackson King?" she asked breathily. I scooped her up, onto my lap, and put my arms around her.
"Katelyn King, I love you with all my heart. As much as east is far from west, and as much as north is far from south. If I could marry you tonight Katie, I would gladly do so." Tears rolled gently down her cheeks. "Is this water too hot for you, Kay?" She giggled at my attempt to lighten the mood.
"How did I ever get so lucky, Jack?" It was my turn to laugh.
"I think that everyone in this room, including those dudes over there, know that I am the luckiest man alive to be with you. You are smart, and interesting, and definitely gorgeous." She giggled musically again.
"You forgot one thing, Jack."
"What's that Kay?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
"I'm forbidden. I'm taboo. Doesn't it make it just a bit naughtier that I'm your sister?" What she was saying was true. At first it was the rationale that I used to keep myself from acting on my impulses with her; however, after we had already consummated our relationship, her being my sister did make it hotter. "I know that you've thought about it Jack. Who else has been with me almost my entire life? You have been there for me through thick and thin, you've stood up for me against bullies, and even got your ass kicked more than once for me. You were even there for all the little things, like helping me with my homework, and teaching me how to ride my bike without training wheels. Our parents were never there to do that stuff for us. I'm not crying over spilled milk; because I think that made us stronger in a lot of ways, but it also made us depend on each other. Now we have just taken that one step farther, and depend of each other to satisfy our baser desires. What could be more natural?"
I said nothing. She was one hundred percent right in what she was saying; however, I was pretty sure that there was a tiny bit of rationalization on both our parts. I guess it is human nature to look for the good in our actions, and not for the bad. I honestly couldn't see anything evil in the two of us loving one another completely. Society said that it was wrong; but for old and outdated reasons.
I did what I did whenever the weight of society's laws leaned on me; I chose not to care. I kissed my sister passionately. She returned my passion with equal fervor. After several long minutes, she stood up and straddled me. Our lips locked again, and I lost myself in the woman that I loved. Time seemed to stand still, as our hands roamed over each other's body eagerly. For those moments, we were the only two people on Earth. She ground against my steel hard shaft through my trunks.
"I need you inside me, Jack." I kissed her neck, and just hearing her say that sent shivers down my spine.
"Sure, baby. Let's get back to the room as quickly as possible." I was already planning how to hide my erection behind my towel. I felt her shift her weight, and begin to pull on the Velcro that was holding my trunks on.
"No, Jack. I can't wait for us to get back to the room. I need it right now." Her eyes shone with an iron hard will. She would get what she wants, one way, or another. I reached down, and separated the fly in my suit, freeing my long shaft between us. Wordlessly, she slid her laughably small suit to the side, positioned me at the entrance to her tunnel of love, and pushed against me until I began to slide inside of her.
My sister is always incredibly tight, and this time didn't disappoint. It was like squeezing your hand into a fist, and then trying to shove your dick inside of it. Luckily, she was really, really wet. She began to work herself up and down on my cock, and eventually she began to work more, and more of me inside her holiestf-holies.
"Oh god, Jack, just like that, baby!" She was being awfully loud, and I realized that I heard no conversation from the business types. With the noises we were making, and motions that we were doing, there could be no way that they didn't know that we were having sex just twenty feet away. She had given up caring, and decided just to go for it, and I just said fuck it, why not?
She was doing all the work, and I wasn't in any position to make any thrusts upward. I held her hips, to steady her, and help her to keep her rhythm. This was all about her, but I was going to do my best to cum when she did, so that I didn't have to get out of this hot tub with a raging hard on. This plan ended up having absolutely zero chance of success. She was riding me furiously, and with absolute abandon, and she came loudly twenty seconds after I touched her hips.
"Oh god, yes Jack!" she cried as she came. Her pussy contracted like a vice, but she never stopped riding me, or changed her pace one bit. "Now it's time for you, babe," she whispered in my ear. She started gripping me every time she slid my cock out of her, so that she was milking my cock.
"I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, so you can hop off, Kay."
"No. I want to feel it inside me, Jack. Please, just one more time." Her eyes were the window to her soul, and her soul was pleading with me. I melted inside. How could I say no to her?
"Sure, Katie, if that's what you want." It was really starting to feel good right now. My orgasm would happen really soon.
"Oh yeah, baby. Give me all your cum. Please cum in me, Jack. I want to feel you explode inside me. Make me your dirty cum whore." Between the rhythmically squeezing my cock with her tight teenaged pussy, and her dirty mouth, I could take no more.
"Oh god, Kay. I'm gonna cum." I tried to be discrete, but it didn't really matter anymore. My balls tightened, and I shot my load deep into my sister's belly. It kept going, and going, and when I was almost done, she came again; pushing big thick gobs of my sticky cum out into the steaming hot water. This time her orgasm was silent, because she came too hard to howl. Between how wet she was, and all of my jizz; she pushed my cock entirely out of her, and just continued to grind my shaft between her lips, and against her clit. She shook bodily for so long that I thought something might be wrong with her, and then she sagged bonelessly against me.
I let her rest for a couple of minutes, but I knew that we needed to get up, and get out of there before we were caught. As soon as I could, I slid her alleged bikini bottom back into place, and sealed up my Velcro fly. I helped her out of the hot tub, and she responded better than I had hoped. As soon as we stood up to leave, the two business guys stood up, and started clapping like they were at a Broadway show. I had to have turned beet red; but Katie, being Katie, gave them a theatrical bow, which exposed a vast amount of her boobs. She slipped on the hotel robe, and pulled me behind her by the hand.
"That is one lucky sonovabitch," I heard one business type say to the other. I had to agree wholeheartedly. The walk back up to the room seemed to take no time at all. We would have strolled hand in hand, but it would have been just our luck to run into our parents. As soon as our door was closed, Katie stripped off her robe and suit, leaving a trail of clothes headed toward the bathroom.
"I need to get this chlorine off, Jack. I can already feel my skin starting to itch. If you ask nicely, I might even let you wash me." She giggled, and poked her head out of the bathroom. "Can you grab my loofah and body wash from my suitcase?" I saw her red hair whip back through the doorway, and the water started running in the shower. I opened her suitcase and found her bath kit. I got the loofah, the peach scented body wash, and brought her shampoo and conditioner, even though she had not specifically asked for it. When I got in the bathroom, she was already in the shower rinsing off. I stripped off my trunks, and hung them off the edge of the sink to dry, and stepped into the shower with all the bottles in my arms.
"Hey handsome," she said with a big grin. "I wondered if you had missed my subtle hint that I wanted you to join me." I laughed, and started putting the bottles down on the edge of the tub. I towered over my sister by 15 inches. With her curly red hair wet, the top of her head didn't even reach my chin. I reached down, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her up to kiss her. My arms encircled her waist, and held her there effortlessly. She might have weighed maybe 120 pounds soaking wet; which she was, in every meaning of the word. After a couple of minutes of kissing, I turned our bodies so that the water ran down my back, and didn't touch her. She broke the kiss immediately.
"Hey, big bro, that's no fair. Now I'm going to get cold." Her lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. I put her down, and rinsed the chlorine off in earnest; and then I picked her back up, and put her in front of the shower's spray. "Thanks, but I preferred to be a little cold, but still being kissed by you." I decided to ignore the hint, and I picked up her loofah, and began squeezing body wash on it.
"I distinctly remember you saying that I could wash you." I agitated the folds of the loofah to get the soap to foam.
"I said that you might, if you ask nicely." She grinned mischievously at me. "I don't remember you asking at all; much less nicely." I went down to one knee, and took her tiny hand in my big, sudsy hand, in a blatant play on a marriage proposal.
"Katelyn King, will you let me wash your body, let me dry you off, let me carry you into our bed and make love to you?" She giggled, but her eyes were alive with more than just amusement.
"Yes, Jack, so long as we both shall live." She threw her arms around me, hugging me to her ample bosom. I stood, and gently turned her around, so that her back was facing me. I planted a kiss on her neck, and she shivered. My hardness pushed almost into the middle of her back, so I scooted back a bit. I washed her back slowly, taking my time to get the tiny curve above her ass. I moved closer, putting my chest against her. I moved the loofah slowly over her smooth, flat belly. I let my soapy left hand caress her left breast, and I began to make slow circles on her areola. I was careful not to touch the nipple. I just wanted to tease her. I leaned my face down into her red hair, and began to lightly kiss the side of her neck.
"Oh god, baby. That feels so fucking good." She uttered these words slowly, and breathlessly, and I could tell that she liked the mood that I was setting. I swabbed the loofah puff across her breasts, but I did more teasing with my left hand. I stepped back, and she sighed. I knelt down behind her, and began to soap her impossibly sexy ass. I switched hands with the loofah, and ran my slippery right hand down her crack. I ran my fingers over the puckered star of her asshole, and she moaned aloud, and spread her legs even farther apart. I ignored the hint, and simply swabbed the poof across the bottom of her belly, and worked the soap slowly over, and between the lips of her swollen, pink pussy.
I was throbbing with need to be inside her, but I wanted to finish what I started. She leaned her palms against the wall of the shower, and her knees started shaking. I planted a kiss in the small of her back, and I soaped one leg slowly, then the other. I lifted her feet one by one, and soaped them, and washed between her toes, kissing the soles of her feet. They were so soft. I stood, and pulled her against me, and began to rinse her body. She leaned into me, and let me move her body this way, and that with no hesitation. When I lifted one of her legs to rinse her pussy, she moaned lustily. I turned her to face me, and I began to rinse her back, and ass. She ran her fingers over my hard shaft, and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head. I had to say that I think I was as close to cumming as she was after this erotic experience. I let the water run between us for a few seconds, rinsing off the suds that she had pressed onto me.
"Do you want me to wash your hair, Kay?" He green eyes looked up into mine.
"Yeah, I do, but I need you to fuck me a lot more, Jack." I kissed her, and she swooned into it, and gripped my rock-hard rod. I picked her up, stepped out of the shower, and turned the water off. She let me dry her slowly and thoroughly, and then I quickly toweled myself off. I picked her up, like a groom about to cross the threshold with his new bride. I carried her into the bedroom, and sat her gently on the bed. She pulled me on top of her, as she laid down, her hands caressing my back lovingly. She guided me gently to the opening of her dripping wet snatch, and wrapped her legs around me as I entered her. A small orgasm took her when I got as far in as I could go, threatening to push me out again. Surprisingly, she was quiet while cumming, which was a rarity for my sister.
She finished cumming, then began to flex her legs while I stroked; trying to push me deeper inside her. I kissed her lips, and neck, and then pushed my body more erect as I started thrusting harder into her.
"Oh god. Yes, Jack. Fuck me harder." I increased my tempo, and she squeezed me harder with her legs. Almost without warning, I was cumming into her sweet little pussy. She pulled my head close to her, and whispered how much she loved me into my ear as I came. I leaned off to one side of her when I was done, my face still half buried in her damp hair. I rubbed her belly as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I slid my hand down over her freshly shaved mound. It was slippery from her cum, and mine; but I knew that she still needed to cum again. I gathered some of the wetness, and began to rub her clit slowly with my middle finger. I rubbed up and down, first slowly, but with increasing frequency. She moaned louder, and louder, and finally mashed my hand with hers, trapping it on her clit as she came.
As soon as her thighs parted, I scooted down in the bed, and slid my middle finger inside of her. She was super wet, and she was still quivering inside from her most recent orgasm. I moved my finger inside her gently, until I got adjusted, and found a rough spot inside her that made her gasp when I rubbed it; then I finger fucked her like a mad man, hitting that spot over and over. I did it faster, and faster, until her fuck hole was making wet noises, and my knuckles solidly smacked against her puffy pussy lips.
She finally had the orgasm that I had been looking for all evening. Her back arched involuntarily, and her thighs crushed my fingers. Steaming hot girl cum filled my palm, and squirted onto the bed, as I kept pushing my finger in and out of her; despite the wrist lock that she had on me. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open in wordless ecstasy. After thirty seconds, or so, her body slumped back against the bed; spent. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and it was probably another minute or two before she released the death grip on my hand. I moved back up next to her, and hugged her to me. She hugged me back, but she only had enough strength to get her head up on my shoulder. We lay quietly for a long time, just enjoying being with each other.
"Damn, Jack. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet." She had a dreamy quality to her voice, and I knew that sleep wouldn't be far off for my beautiful sister.
"It's always my pleasure, Kay." She turned, and smiled at me.
"We should switch to the other bed though; there is a gigantic wet spot on this one." She was right. There was a huge damp spot on the hotel comforter. I slid my arms beneath her, scooped her up, and laid her down on the neighboring full sized bed. I pulled the covers back over her, and climbed in the other side, spooning myself against her back. | null | [] |
"Promise me one thing, Jack." She said this with a bit of apprehension in her voice that disturbed me.
"Anything, Katie."
"Promise that you won't ever leave me." She sounded so innocent, and afraid.
"Never," I said, as sleep closed in. "I promise." Mercifully, there were no dreams that night.
My alarm was a rude awakening the next morning. Katie showered, and then I showered while she was fixing her hair and makeup. We put our swim suits in plastic bags, and packed all of our stuff back into our suitcases. Miraculously, we finished just as my mom called, wanting to know when we would be ready to leave.
We all met in the lobby, checked out, and loaded our bags into the back of the huge white SUV. We stopped at Shoney's again, and all ate from their breakfast bar. I was amazed at the amount of food that my sister put away. I guess she burnt a lot of calories last night; we did have sex three times. The chat was light that morning. My dad notice that Katie's lips were no longer swollen, and that she had a "decent" outfit on for a change. Mom said that Katie had a healthy "glow" about her, whatever that means. She also said that she was really happy about our "agreement," and that we were actually starting to act like grownups. We got back on the road, and headed towards South Carolina. We stopped several times for bathroom breaks, and gas, and once for lunch. Overall the trip took us another eight hours.
My Great Aunt Ruby was a powerhouse of a woman, but not in a physical way. She is short, and slightly chubby; but she has a powerful presence. She runs a bed and breakfast in Lexington, which is a suburb of Columbia. Bed and breakfast might be a bit of a misnomer, but that is what she calls it. I think that it is more like the boarding house that Forrest Gump's mother ran. It was once a huge plantation house that had been damaged by a fire in the 1920's. The family had it gutted, and the interior redesigned to be a boarding house. It kept my dad's family from financial ruin during the Great Depression, and probably kept a lot of children from being homeless. It became modestly successful as a bed and breakfast in the 1990's, but Aunt Ruby's arthritis had limited her ability to take on too many guests at once.
I hadn't seen her in probably five years, but it didn't look like she had changed a bit. She hugged each one of us, and exalted about "how much that we've grown," and "what a big, handsome man I had become," and what "a beautiful young woman" that Katie had grown into.
Behind Aunt Ruby were the other people from the family who came to greet us, including a surprise visitor: Julia. She looked radiant as ever. She was wearing a blue tank top with jean shorts, and running shoes. Her shorts were so short that the front pockets hung out below the leg holes, but somehow Julia made it look regal instead of trashy. After our Aunt Ruby finished with us, and started talking with our parents, Katie ran over and hugged Julia fiercely. I strolled over, and hugged her myself. I squeezed her tight, and whispered in her ear, "I've missed you, babe. I didn't expect to see you here."
"I've missed you too, Jack. Aunt Barb had requested that I should be here, so her lawyer had me, and my mom flown in." Then she spoke her next sentences very quietly, so that Katie couldn't hear them. "We need to talk about something, but not tonight. I don't want to ruin our reunion. God knows that I need some time with both of you. I'll take you for a walk tomorrow, and we will ask her not to join us." I pulled back from her embrace, but her face was as enigmatic as the Sphinx. I knew that I would get nothing further from her. Julia was not like my sister, whom I could pry information from.
"Sure, Jules, that sounds good." This immediately piqued the interest of my sister.
"What sounds good?" Katie said. Julia released me, and leaned between us, so that only we could hear.
"I want us all get together tonight after everyone is asleep. Maybe we can meet at the back door about three A.M." Julia avoided the issue she had been speaking to me about, but brought up the burning topic that I wanted to discuss. I wanted a ménage-à-trois with the two most beautiful women that I knew. Julia and I hadn't been together since we came back from vacation.
"Where are we going to do it?" Katie looked hesitant, but I've seen her look hesitant a thousand times and Julia would still talk her into helping in one of her hair-brained schemes.
"We are sharing a room. Jack is bunking with Tommy, so he shouldn't be a problem. We will bring a blanket, sneak out the back door, and go behind the barn. I've already checked it out. Nobody will see us there, and we won't have to be dead silent; especially since one of us seems to have a particular fondness for being loud at inopportune times." She looked dead at my sister, who flushed a spectacular shade of crimson.
"Sounds like a plan to me," I added quickly, before Julia could throw any more jabs at my little sis.
We were greeted by everyone, and after dropping off our bags, we were rushed to the table for a late supper. There were about fifteen members of our family staying there, and they had eaten earlier; "at a decent time." Things were crowded, but it was a congenial atmosphere. I had to share my Cousin Tommy's room, and sleep on a cot. Tommy was a really cool guy. Even when we were kids, he never tried to make me feel shitty that I was two years younger than him. Most kids never want a "baby" around them, even if the kid is just a year or two younger. I think Tommy always wanted a younger brother, and I occasionally filled that void. He was going into his junior year at the University of South Carolina, and permanently lived at Aunt Ruby's. After dinner, I talked for a bit with the family, and I headed on up to Tommy's room. I took a quick shower, then Tommy and I caught up for a half hour, or so. He seemed to be doing well. I set my alarm on my phone, so that the alert would come out of my headphone jack, put one headphone in my ear, and quickly dozed off to sleep.
I was rudely awakened the beeping of my alarm in my left ear at 2:55 A.M. I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts, a tank top, and tucked in my Air Jordan's laces without tying them. I looked over at my sleeping cousin. Tommy gave a muffled grunt once, and turned over, but he seemed to drop back to sleep right afterwards. I headed downstairs as quickly, and as quietly as I could. I found Julia waiting alone by the door. She looked effortlessly beautiful in the dim light.
"Hey, beautiful," I said in my smoothest tone.
"Hey yourself, sexy man." Her smile melted my heart. There was way more between us that just simple sexual attraction. I wonder why it took me so long to see this fact for myself; but then I was the guy who didn't notice that his own sister was headver-heels in love with him for two years. I am beginning to think that I am the epitome of obtuseness.
"Where's Katie?" I asked. I was confused at her absence.
"She said that she didn't want to come along." I could hear the tension in her voice. I wasn't sure if they had argued, or if Julia was just disappointed; either way, it was just going to be us two. She bent down and picked up a folded blanket, exposing an expanse of taunt, tanned, teenage ass flesh; which I promptly pinched softly. She turned, and handed me the blanket, and kissed me softly on the lips. There was plenty of heat behind the kiss, but it was different than when we first started having sex. "C'mon, Jack. We have to be quick, but I really need to be with you right now. It has been way too long." She opened the back door silently, and I slipped out behind her, shutting the door quietly.
The moon was bright enough to see by, but I was still glad for the clearly defined cobblestone path. We walked hand in hand for about five minutes before we reached the dark hulking form of the barn. It appeared to be a hundred years old, if it was a day; and looked slightly menacing in the moonlight. She led me around to the back side of the structure where there was a neatly tended lawn of newly mown grass. There was even a flood light back here, although I couldn't figure out the reasoning behind its presence. Julia must have seen the look of puzzlement on my face.
"This was your Uncle Gary's smoking spot," Julia said, speaking of Aunt Ruby's brother, who passed away from cancer two years ago. "I went for a walk with Ruby today, and she told me all about it. She said that she keeps the spot nice as a way of remembering him." In the middle of the pool of light, next to the wall of the barn was a simple three-legged stool. It was well worn, from years of use, and I could almost picture Uncle Gary sitting on it, and leaning against the garage, smoking a cigar. She pulled the blanket from my arms, and started spreading it over the manicured turf.
"Maybe we should do it somewhere else. It's kinda creepy to do it here, it's almost like Uncle Gary is watching us." She smirked at me crookedly.
"If he were watching us, I'm sure that he would enjoy the show." Julia walked to the center of the blanket, and pulled her tank top over her head. Her teenaged breasts stood high and firm on her chest, and her nipples were so hard that they could have etched a diamond. All of a sudden I forgot about Uncle Gary, and all that mattered in the world was the two of us alone together, becoming one. I stepped onto the blanket, and took her in my arms. Her lips locked to mine in an instant, and her nipples poked gloriously against my chest through my shirt. I felt her pulling my shorts and boxers down, my erect cock springing free. I was so focused on Julia that I wasn't even aware that I had become hard. I tried to get the top button of her tight shorts unfastened, and kept fumbling with it, as she hauled my own shirt over my head. As smooth as I liked to believe myself to be sometimes, I still am a fumble-fingered teenager. Her fingers snaked between mine, and in half a second, her shorts were sliding over her perfect hips and onto the ground.
I felt her pulling me down onto the blanket, and I flowed along with her, ending with my naked body on top of hers. I kissed down her neck, and she moaned with need. Both of my hands moved up under to cup her breasts, and I rubbed across both of her nipples at once. This elicited a throaty growl from Jules, who seemed to be driven mad with lust. I slid one hand down her belly, and onto her hot little pussy mound. She was so excited that I could feel her wetness on her little triangle of pubic hair before I even slipped my fingers between her engorged pussy lips. I kept kissing down on her body.
"Oh, my god, Jack! Stop teasing and fuck me, already!" She pulled my face from between her tits, so that I could position myself how she wanted me. I didn't need to be told twice. I was really excited too, and could feel the slipperiness of my pre-cum on her flat belly. She tilted her hips, and guided me to the entrance of her slick tunnel. I felt her rub my engorged head up and down her slit a couple of times, liberally coating me with her sweet lubrication. I was a little disappointed that we didn't have more foreplay, and that this would probably not be a marathon sex session. Both of us were way too horned up for that. I pushed against her, and felt the tip begin to push inside of her. "Please go slow, baby," she urged me. I didn't want to hurt her, so I did as she asked. I knew that she enjoyed sex in a very different way that my pain loving sister. I used steady pressure at first, and began to slowly push in, and then pull out of her sopping wet pussy. I could literally hear how wet she was. No matter how lubed up she was, she was undeniably tight. She and I hadn't fucked in while; and by the way I was struggling to enter her, she hadn't had more than a couple of my sister's fingers inside of her since the last time we were together. Finally, my purple mushroom shaped head popped all the way in, and it was just a matter of slow, easy pressure to slide the rest of the way in.
I enjoyed the difference between the girls. My sister's pussy is much smaller than Julia's. Not that Julia's is humongous, or anything; but I can fit almost all my length inside of her before I bottom out. When I am fully inside Katie, there are almost three inches of myself that I can't fit in her tiny box. Both girls feel equally good; but they are just different. And different is how I would describe our lovemaking, because making love was different for Julia and me. When we first began having sex, it was animalistic. We were like two strange dogs humping in an alley behind a dumpster. It was just dirty. This was... well... beautiful. Our bodies moved as one, but instead of being in a fuck-frenzy, we took our time. Maybe it was time that made it different. We knew that we had time: an entire lifetime of it. This thing of ours was no longer limited by the length of a vacation, but only by how much we cared for one another.
Her fingers traced patterns through my short brown hair, and she got closer and closer to her orgasm. I started to move faster, but she whispered for me to "slow down, because it will be worth the wait." I had suspended my body over hers, because we both needed more oxygen than we could get while kissing. Her fingers seemed electrically charged as they moved from my hair, to stroke patterns on my back, urging me on; as if her throaty moans of pleasure weren't enough to keep me on course to the inevitable finish.
With a low cry of passion, she crushed her upper body to mine in a death grip of a fantastic orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me as her body shook, and she tensed as tight as any tripwire, and her pussy was no exception. The pressure on my cock was enormous, but I knew better than to stop fucking her at this critical juncture. She once threatened to "snap my cock like a match stick" if I didn't continue to pound away while she came. Her added tightness and the sound of her orgasmic breathing in my ear sent me over the edge as well. My balls tingled madly, my cock bucked, and I buried my seed deep in her womb. I couldn't have pulled out if I had wanted to. She relaxed a few seconds after I was finished cumming, and I sagged like a rag doll; halfway on her, and halfway on the blanket. We both panted in silence for a couple of minutes until our breathing slowed down enough to talk. I tried to roll all the way off of her, but held me in place, still hugging her body to mine.
"That was great, Jack." She sounded so content, and she stretched languorously, like a cat laying in the sunshine. "You know that you don't have to worry about pulling out, babe." She ran her fingers through my hair, and I felt the same electricity from her touch that I felt during sex. "I'm on the Depo shot, so I can't get pregnant." I felt her teeth graze my earlobe, and she nuzzled my neck with her cute elfin nose. We lay there for maybe five or ten minutes, relaxing and stroking each other, and just enjoying being alone together. Finally, I broke the silence.
"So what did you want to talk to me about alone tomorrow?" Her body unconsciously tensed for a moment, and I could tell that this conversation wouldn't be pleasant for either one of us.
"Well..." she started, and the word just hung there, like a man hanging from the side of a mountain, perilously close to falling. I wanted to urge her on, but I figured that it would be more tactful if I let her get around to the point on her own.
"Well," and there was another pregnant pause. "Like I said, I went to my doctor right after we got back from vacation, and she put my on the Depo shot. I told her that I had a serious boyfriend, and that we were monogamous, and that we didn't want to have to use condoms; and since disease wouldn't be an issue, I wanted her to give me something else." I sensed that her uncharacteristic rambling was another way of stalling. Julia is usually a get-to-the-point kind of girl. "I didn't tell her that we are polyamorous; because I didn't think she really needed to know about that. We are in a serious relationship, and that is all that matters." It was suddenly getting hard for me to breathe. I just knew that this stalling was leading up to something that I didn't want to hear.
"Yes," I said firmly, but my voice sounded far away in my own ears. I could feel her heart beating fast inside her ribs. She didn't like telling this anymore than I liked hearing it. "She didn't need to know there are three of us together." I placed my hand over her left breast. "So, what," I continued," is it about your appointment that has your heart thumping like a jack hammer?"
"Well... It's not about my appointment. This is about Katie, and her lack of an appointment." Now her voice was sounding far away as things began to click into place inside my brain.
"Jack," Julia said softly, almost in a whisper, "She hasn't had a period since way before our vacation. I guess it's been six weeks since her last one. She keeps telling me that it will be here any time, but I can fucking count. She is REALLY late, and Katie is never late. And... Jack, I think she is pregnant." Click. There it was; the reason that my sister has been acting so strange. The reason why she has been so distracted lately, and maybe why she has been eating so much. Was she eating for two? Julia kissed my cheek, and I felt her warm tears as she pressed her face against mine. She was quiet for a few minutes, like she was waiting for the shock to wear off. Finally, the lump in my throat got small enough that I could choke out a few words.
"Are you sure?" The words sounded feeble, sort of like a kid refusing to believe their parents when they inform them that Santa Claus is a hoax, or that there really isn't an Easter bunny. Her face was still pressed against mine, but now I don't think that all the salty tears were hers alone.
"No," she said quietly into my ear. "She refuses to take a test. She refuses to go to the doctor. It's like she thinks that if she keeps denying it, and hoping for the best that it will just go away. I keep telling her that it isn't a sprained ankle, but she won't listen to me." She pushed my shoulders back, so that she could look directly in my eyes. "You need to make an excuse, and go into town tomorrow and buy some tests. If you bring them back, and ask her to take it, I don't think she will refuse you." Her blue eyes almost glowed in the light from the barn, and the little bit from the moon. I could see more unshed tears in those eyes. She was worried sick about this. This affected her life every bit as much as it affected mine and Katie's.
"I'll go and buy one tomorrow," I promised. She hugged me tight, and then she kissed me passionately.
"You might be a dumbass about some things Jack, but you are always there for the important things. Maybe that is why I fell in love with you. You are innocent, but strong." She kissed me again.
"I love you too, Jules. I just never really realized how much until this very moment." The moon put gold highlights in her honey brown hair when I kissed her. We made love again in the grass before sneaking back in the house. My body felt twice as heavy walking back to the house as it had walking to the barn, and it wasn't just being tired from fucking. It was the first real weight of responsibility hanging around my neck. By the time I quietly snuck back into bed, I felt a little bit like Atlas; with the full weight of the world on my shoulders. I wish that I could say that I slept fitfully that night, but I didn't. When the first light came in through the windows, my eyes were heavy, but open. I had the feeling that I wasn't the only one who missed sleep that night. When I heard people start moving around, I got up, showered, got dressed, and went down to breakfast. I ate mechanically, and it was amazingly easy to get my mom to loan me the Escalade to go to the local Huge-Mart to buy a few things that I "forgot."
Julia had told me to get a test branded First Alert, because it is able to tell a woman if she is pregnant even before her missed period, so this one should definitely work for Katie. She also told me to get a two pack, that way they can verify the results with a second test. I went to the pharmacy section, and a bleary eyes sales-girl showed me exactly where to find what I needed. I stopped by, and bought some deodorant, and toothpaste, so that way I would have something that I could show my mom for the trip. I drove home, stuffed the pregnancy tests into one of my huge cargo pockets, and took my bag inside. The girls still weren't up, although almost everyone else was crowded into the kitchen and dining room areas. I took my bag, and dropped it onto my bed, then headed down the hall to the girls' room, and knocked. The door opened a crack, and I saw Julia's blue eye peeking nervously out at me. She immediately opened the door with a questioning look on her face.
I walked in, closed the door behind me. It looked like Julia had just got out of the shower, because she was still wrapped in a towel, with wet hair; and Katie was getting ready to get into the shower, because she was standing with a towel in her hand. I fished the test kit box from my cargo pocket, and handed it to my sister. She took it instinctively, because I handed it to her; but as soon as she figured out what it was, she moved away from me, and looked at me as if I had handed her a live cobra.
"I don't need this, Jack." She said this coolly. She was not looking at me though, she was looking at her cousin, and best friend; at her betrayer. She tried to hand me the box back, but I stopped her hand.
"Please, Katie. Take this for me, that way I can know one way or the other. We both need to know... We all three need to know." I looked into her jade green eyes. I was not entirely innocent of what staring into her eyes does to my sister. Her gaze locked on mine, and all the coolness melted, and I knew by the relaxation of her posture that she would take the test for me.
"OK, sweetie, I'll do it for you. I have to take a wicked pee anyway. She walked into the bathroom, and Julia and I followed; both for moral support, and because we were too nervous to do anything else. Katie stripped off her clothes, and climbed in the shower, muttering how she could never pee on that stick on the toilet without getting it all over the floor. She closed the curtain for about thirty seconds, and I heard the rush of pee against the porcelain tub. She thrust the stick unceremoniously to me, and turned on the hot water. Julia scanned the directions on the box. It said that we had to wait three minutes for a result. We stood there looking nervously at each other as I held the pee covered test stick in my hand.
"It has to have been three minutes, Jack." I agreed with her. I turned the test over in my hand and read it. In the small window were two pink lines.
*Thanks for reading. I will have the next chapter out in a couple of days. Sorry for the hiatus between chapters 11 and 12. I guess life happens sometimes. I am still trying to figure out how to end this. Decisions... decisions. Feel free to leave a comment or send me a message with your email, so I can answer back.
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(F TF Multi-monster hybrids, adventure)
Danna stood outside the huge wood doors set into the hillside, looking back toward the town. She is a Changeling, and was quick to volunteer for this dangerous mission. A wizard had set up this illegal monster menagerie in the hills to do his research and the local guild put out a commission for heroes to shut it down. More than the reward money though, Danna was in this to test her newly learned magic.
As a changeling her true self looked sort of like a pale humanoid who got slightly melted- she never wore this appearance though. Now, as most times she defaulted to the former appearance of her friend Nyx, with ice blue eyes and long raven hair, a smaller but busty form. The problem with changelings though is that the farther from humanoid the shape, the harder the change. They could also not alter their size- the new form had to be relatively similar in size. So while Danna could change forms with a mere thought and not even require any magic to do it- it was mostly limited to disguising herself. Or minor conveniences like turning a nail into a claw to open a letter. Now however, things were different. Now Danna had learned Polymorphic spells. With the polymorph and her natural ability together, she could presumably become anything at all without limitation- unless she depleted all the local mana to cast with.
Nyx appeared over the crest of the hill to join Danna, and soon after her friend Mort who she was riding the shoulders of. Nyx was a Necromancer, swathed in tattered black robes she was no more than mere bone under it with glass eyes in the sockets. Nyx traded in her flesh and blood for more power long ago, which is why Danna used her old appearance as her own default- Nyx wasn't using it anymore. Mort... well, there was not a lot to Mort. He was as tall as a half-giant and wore scant leather and chain armor, carrying a large sword. He is a Berserker, and hanging off his back was a large jug of water with a snake swimming in it. The snake had extremely potent venom, and Mort allowed it to bite him before a difficult battle- the venom sending him into a frenzy where he is so blinded with adrenaline he can no longer feel or react to pain.
Nyx placed a hand on the huge wooden doors. "So Danna, eager to try your new magic, huh? It could be dangerous if you use it too often. But I guess that is why I am here to share the reward money. Just.. try to keep the PDA with Mort to a minimum, eh?" Mort just grunt in reply. There was no relationship between Mort and Danna at all. Nyx just loved to tease Mort putting words in his mouth- because he had no way to defend himself. His former lord cut the tongue from his mouth so he is mute. Since even Mort could not push open doors of this size, Nyx cast Aging Bolt on the door- a basic Necromancer spell, and caused it to age to the point where pushing any harder on it just caused the wood to crumble away, creating a hole big enough for them all to walk through. The inside was huge- halls of stone cut from the inside of the small mountain itself. They could hear the growls and murmurs of various monsters all through the structure.
Nyx motioned toward one of the branching smaller halls. "This place is probably like a maze so it is best we pick one path and follow it to the end, taking as few detours as possible or we will get lost. You are here to test your skills Danna- but I am here to make sure we don't all wind up dead. Or... re-dead in my case. Also, the guild did not specify but they would probably appreciate us killing as few of the monsters as possible. We kill the Wizard Malantheis, not the monsters, ok?" She looked specifically at Mort. "The monsters don't WANT to be here."
Because she was a bit over eager to test herself, Danna skipped ahead first. She almost transformed her hand into a key to unlock one of the cages they passed before Nyx stopped her. The monsters do not know to discriminate one humanoid from another. If they released the monsters now they would likely be attacked by them. Setting the creatures free was a job for someone else. There was brazers lighting the entire structure but the lighting was still pretty dim, and the air was moist and musty at the same time. The hall they chose seemed to narrow quite a bit and the floor got increasingly less man made looking. Nyx mentioned there had been structures in these hills eons before Malantheis moved in, so some of these halls and rooms might be thousands of years older than others. They were approaching a corner, and there was a small opening coming off it that had some stagnant water pooled on the far side. Mort grabbed Danna's shoulder before she turned the corner, made a hushing motion with his hand and pointed to it for her to look closer. There was a humanoid shadow cast along part of the floor! Someone was waiting just around the corner to ambush them! There was a slight grunt of frustration from it- it heard their footsteps stop and realized it had blown its cover. The monster jumped into the end of the hallway, gritting its needle like fangs at them.
The creature they faced now is called a Nothic- formerly a wizard whose quest for knowledge backfired and devolved it into a monster. Hunched over, it had digitigrade legs ending in two large clawed toes. Its legs were large and muscular and its arms long and a bit more lean than the legs. Its back and to a lesser extent the outward facing sides of its limbs were covered in stone-like jagged spikes. Its most notable feature however is the gigantic sickly green-yellow eye that dominated the majority of its head.
Though it did not flex her new magic, Danna immediately shifted forms using her innate ability to mock the Nothic, only having to really concentrate on making two eyes into one. When using her natural ability to change forms her body flowed like it were made of putty- an exotic feeling, though to someone born a changeling i was perfectly normal. The spikes were the first to form, first the skin raised into cone shapes before the bone within quickly branched up. The skin then retracted pulling tight while also condensing and hardening to the bone thorn, creating spikes that had no seam against the rest of the flesh. As her flesh hardened it also darkened to reach the near-black that was most of the Nothic- only its hands and feet and some of its face were a red-pink hue. On her hands her pinky finger softened and seemed to melt quickly into the rest of her hand- then the mass was redistributed to her other digits making them larger as her nails grew into claws. Although they are formerly spell casters, Nothic are unable to cast anything except the basic spells if they are lucky, so their claws are their primary attack method. They know tons of magic, they just can't cast it anymore. Danna hunched over as the skin became extra thick on her back and her neck started to thicken greatly as well. A feeling even she was not familiar with- her face felt like it collapsed in on itself and then popped back out as her eyes collapsed into each other and her sinuses were redirected. Because a cyclopian eye is where the sinuses would normally be, they must instead fork much lower and basically bracket the bottom of the eye socket. Nothic are devoid of depth perception, like several cyclopian creatures. Although, Cyclops and Beholders have depth perception in their primary eye- the membrane that makes up the iris has two angled layers that are processed individually to give them two images with one eye.
Danna and the Nothic both glared at one another- their forms looking exactly the same, except Danna's mono-eye retained her ice blue tone, and she still had breasts. She could have been a perfect copy, she just didn't want to. The Nothic went to swipe at her but she caught it, and then she tried to counter and it caught her attack. Since they were holding each other's hands, she yanked her arms out to the sides to pull them together and went to head-butt him but he moved back to again avoid it.
Nyx clicked her tongue. "Nothic can see everything you know by looking at you. You just look like a Nothic- you don't copy its ability. It can see your attacks as soon as you think of them. You can't see its attacks. Its going to win."
The Nothic looked at Nyx and narrowed its eye. It seen her plot, and knew it wasn't something it could counter, so instead it readied itself to evade. Mort wanted to do something but had taken up the rear and the hall was too narrow here, he would have to push past the other two, giving the monster more than enough time to evade. Trying to keep its eye fixed on Nyx though- the Nothic left itself open to Danna who slammed it against the wall and winded it a bit. It was enough time for Nyx. Her bones suddenly lost their connection to one another and her form fell apart to the floor under her cloak and the Nothic smiled at Danna.
"Ok, I got him."
"...Nyx?"
"Bodysnatch. Necromancy is fuuun. You should try it some time. Anyway, you two go ahead, I will walk this bad boy into a cage and lock him up before I go back to my own body." She gawked at Mort for a moment with her intellect reading eye. "Oh wow."
"W-what?"
"Mort really IS in love with you."
Mort lowered his brows and shook his head, unamused.
"Haha, just kidding." She walked past them back toward the main hall. "Maybe."
Mort ushered Danna to move on ahead and so she did, taking the lead again, though now Mort shadowed her closely. Danna remained in the Nothic form, so she would be ready for an ambush. The digitigrade legs made her steps feel like they had more of a spring to them. She sort of felt like an ape with her arms hanging from her slumped back though. Danna tried to straighten her back a few times- she could but it did not feel good in this body. The hall they continued into around the corner seemed unusual. The wall was sectioned off and got wider and narrower at random intervals for seemingly no reason. The areas that stretched farther out had water pooled in them. Because of the moisture there was long narrow glowing mushrooms and pale cave algae all over the place, so the floor was very slippery in places. The wall on their left was perfectly straight, and was likely new- the weird right wall was ancient. Following Nyx's advisings they ignored the many offshoot passages from here and followed the main path which lead them to another large chamber that looked decently new. There was stacks of cages- most empty but still many with monsters inside. The middle of the room had a huge pillar with a ring of brightly burning torches. At the base of the pillar they spotted Malantheis! They could already hear the footsteps of Nyx catching up to them, so Mort did not hesitate to unsheath his sword and rush forward- immediately tripping on a near-invisible wire that yanked a cage door open! The image of Malantheis flickered and vanished. It was an illusion, and he fell for it.
Danna tackled Mort out of the way as he was trying to get up- the monster he unintentionally let out was extremely lethal, and easily recognized by anyone. A thing of absolute nightmare, the Intellect Devourer looks like a gigantic brain with very large claws on the end of simple limbs that got much more broad as they went down. As the name would imply- its purpose for being was to eat your intellect. These were the pets of the lovecraftian horrors known as the Mind Flayers- a formerly mighty race that was long ago deposed. Danna attempted to attack it with her claws- since it has very little defense. The Intellect Devourer lashed out with a long tongue that stuck out from its brain-body from where the brain-stem would be. Danna pulled back, winning an evasion roll, but for a brief second it brushed her skin and that was enough to completely scatter her thoughts for a moment. Nyx arrived and quickly rushed toward them, well aware of the horrific creature's power. The Intellect Devourer lunged at Mort who was once again trying to get up onto his feet again, and wrapped its tongue around his ankle. Mort was instantly extremely dizzy and could not concentrate. His brain kept shifting thoughts randomly not allowing him to dwell on one thought long enough to take action. He started to forget things. Nyx slammed her bony hand into the top of the brain and it let out a high pitched shriek in pain as she dug in and it let go of Mort who staggered back, confused. The Intellect Devourer latched onto Nyx's wrist but nothing happened. Nyx is undead, she has no physical brain- she is a hundred percent immune.
Danna looked to Mort groaning and holding his head, still terribly confused. Normally when an Intellect Devourer steals knowledge it cannot be returned. Now using her polymorphic magic, she gave herself Intellect Devourer traits! Unlike her taking the Nothic's form, she was actually using magic to expand her body, to give her the actual traits, and thus its ability to drain knowledge. This was different from her shape shifting since it added and expanded what she had instead of simply reshaping it, so her form did not become like putty. Her hands cracked softly as her forearms became very broad, and her hands became even larger than that, and her fingers even larger than that. Claws that were bigger than railroad spikes slid out of her. Danna groaned and her huge eye rolled back in her head as a throbbing started in her skull. It was not painful but it was strange, and persistent. Each throb got stronger and stronger till with a muffled crack the plates of her skull were forced open and her brain surged in size. The bone plates expanded to re-fuse as a larger skull but before they touched the brain grew in another surge, and then another. Her head throbbed and grew again and again, giving her a huge sphere on top of her head to enclose the giant brain. She opened her mouth in a bit of a sigh and her extremely long narrow tongue fell out. Nyx nodded and let go of the beast, and before it could move Danna lanced one of its feet, pinning it in place before jamming her tongue into its squishy brain body! Danna was stealing its knowledge away, taking Mort's back. As she drained it, the Intellect Devourer started to turn from pink to grey and its body lost its strength. When she released it, it just slumped over on the floor unconscious. Danna blushed, looking at Mort, who just looked back with a dazed expression. She grabbed him and kissed him abruptly, using her long tongue. The intellect she stole back sparked back to life in his head, restoring him. She felt what was left of his tongue- just a squishy stump at the back of his mouth.
She pulled back quickly after. "S-sorry, had to use tongue to transfer your mind back." She looked at her hands and chuckled. "I probably look like a nightmare right now."
Nyx just grumbled and took the lead. Danna did her best to not call attention to what just happened. Even without skin to make facial expressions, Danna could tell she irritated Nyx a bit kissing Mort. Being neutral to them both, Mort simply tried to ignore the kiss part and just motioned to Danna his thanks for saving his scrambled brain. Danna reverted both her form changes and once again took Nyx's old body, noting her clothes now felt loose from having been stretched from the Nothic form. Nyx did not lead them out of this chamber right away. She looked around and found the majority of the monsters here were Intellect Devourers. This room was dedicated to research of the mind. They found one set of cages though containing humans. A dozen humans sitting in individual cages stacked up in one corner of the room. Nyx tapped on the cages with her bone hands and they all started to wake up. It went from quiet to a loud racket as they all started trying to speak at once, pleading with her to let them out. They seemed to be all manner of people, though most were adventurers of some sort. One of them even claimed to be on the same quest as their party- but his solo endeavor failed, and he succumbed to some large, jiggly monster. Nyx hesitated immediately at that. Danna went to force the cage doors open and Nyx quickly stopped her.
Nyx looked at one of the people in the cage with a short sword at their hip. "Funny they caged you without disarming you."
The person looked at their weapon as if having been unaware of it till now. "Yea, suppose it is. Though a weapon does me little good in here."
"Can I have your weapon for a moment?"
"Sure."
The man took out the sword, flipped it in his hand and handed it through the bars handle first. Nyx reached for it slowly. At the sound of rushing liquid Nyx leaped back, yanking Danna back with her just in time to evade the attack. All of the caged humans melted into a colorful array of gelatinous liquid that seethed out of the cages and re-converged. It formed a tall oval mass of jelly- though the impression of the people's screaming faces still projected across its surface. Those people had all died a while ago, but were unaware they are dead. Another creation of the Mind Flayers- known as an Oblex. They are a modified form of Slime, which are already able to absorb intellect, just really, really poorly. Taking thousands of years to accumulate enough brain power to maybe speak words. Oblex however can absorb the entire mind for itself. Like regular slime, it is still technically hypermetabolic algae, corroding anything that gets inside of it rapidly to eat. Because it devours the entire mind of its victims, it is able to project them back out- creating goo-doubles of their former bodies. The copies of the people are not even aware they are copies, they think they really are the former people. The Oblex uses this ability to lure in new prey and continue to feed! All it really needs to do to eat you is just roll over you. Its corrosive power is not as strong as a Gelatinous Cube, but its stronger than some of the more deluded slimes. Its true color when not stealing a shape is a dark translucent blue- though in the torch light it looked black. Its only flaw is that the clones it makes cannot be completely detached from it- they are still tethered to its main body by a thin strand of goo. That is why it sprung at them when he was about to hand off his sword. The sword is long gone- that one was made of goo, and couldn't be completely detached without losing its form.
It slammed a long tendril of goo down at Nyx who quickly got out of the way again, but having just evaded this put her off-balance. Her dexterity and agility are both pretty bad being a Necromancer, so her odds of winning evade rolls was already bad. Another tendril shot out arching straight at her to hit her deadn from the front. Danna quickly jumped in the way and took the hit! Nyx fell on her butt in surprise. The slime splashed against Danna and the gobules wrapped around her and closed back in trying to encapsulate her. Danna quickly used her magic to steal traits from the slime itself, because the only ones immune to Oblex... are other Oblex. Her clothes did not adapt any immunity though, and the color drained from her clothes quickly. Once the dye was gone the fabric started to become raw and the strands starting to fray and snap as they melded. Mort tried to cut the tendril off, but the cut he made immediately healed. It was like striking a body of water with a stick- you break the surface for only a moment and ultimately accomplish nothing. Physical attacks on slime are suicidal. Even from the moment of contact the blade of his sword looked dull and tarnished. A moment longer and rust would have taken root.
A humanoid figure sculpted itself from the top of the Oblex, grinning down at them. "Come inside... it is nice in here. Oblex do not age like solid creatures. Your mind will be immortal inside of us~"
Danna's skin started to turn pink and smooth as she took on more and more of her own slime traits to avoid being eaten. The Oblex recoiled in surprise a moment when it suddenly surged into and mixed with Danna! Its dark blue joined with her pink body, turning her pale blue a moment before fading back to pink and expanding. Her clothing was completely gone at this point, corroded to nothing. She got a bit plump looking and her body jiggled. The Oblex moved its body closer to the jelly woman and then sent several tendrils at her! She held out her arms and they collided, again mixing together into a huge gob of swirling goo, before turning pink and returning to Danna. She was absorbing the Oblex! If it had rolled onto her, she would have been absorbed, but it did not know she could do this and wasted some of its mass finding out. Now she was much bigger and its odds of winning not nearly as good. She looked really pudgy now and jiggled with every movement. Danna found she had to concentrate in this form about how she should look. If she lose concentration she would just turn to a pool of goo- she had to actively hold her shape.
While distracted trying to have a faceoff with Danna, the Oblex did not see Mort lifting Nyx up so she could grab the torches off the middle pillar. There was a reason you do not see slime jiggling along in the summer sun. A dry slime is a dead slime- they cannot stand light and flame. Nyx hurriedly gathered as many torches as she could at one time- Danna could fight the Oblex but likely could not win alone. Its mass was still greater than hers. The Oblex lurched at Danna, slamming itself into her with a loud wet slap, knocking her over. It started to rush into her at a point of least resistance- her vagina, since it was a preexisting hole. Her stomach surged in size and stretched far enough that you could partially see through it at the swirling pools of jiggling goo. Dark blue turned light blue turned pink, but it was turning slower than it was rushing in. More light blue started to accumulate, then some dark. Her stomach was getting gigantic and the off-color was starting to leak into the rest of her form! Nyx threw a torch into the Oblex and it immediately compacting its form to rip itself away from the flame as quickly as possible, letting out a shriek and losing the human shape it had on top to speak with them. Nyx threw another | null | [] |
and it had to break off from Danna, losing what mass it had attached to her already by disconnecting. Mort threw torches as well, and his traveled faster and harder- striking the Oblex before it could retreat. They hissed and sizzled on contact and immediately caused it to shrink and the edges turned hard and crunchy- releasing a terrible smelling vapor.
Nyx rushed forward as her entire body was surrounded in unnatural dark fire, casting Black Flame she slammed a palm into the the Oblex. It jiggled violently from the hit a moment as the flames seemed to vanish. Holes bubbled open on its surface spitting steam as its form shrank- it was boiling from the inside out! All three of them ducked as what little remained of it exploded like an egg in a microwave, shattering its remaining consciousness.
Mort grinned at Nyx, motioning across his neck and then shrugging- asking her what happened to the 'no kill' policy.
"Yea, well I have no way of capturing a liquid enemy. I don't know any ice spells."
Danna had to really concentrate as she turned back to normal, having to use her natural ability and the magic to return. Nyx looked at her quite concerned. Using a lot of form changing magic saturated her body with a lot of mana- and as a Changeling her body was already very malleable. Danna was a bit confused at first thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. She was a normal human again... except she was even bigger than Mort. It turned her back WITH the added mass still in her, which made her a giant. A naked giant. Mort took off some of his leathers and tossed it to her. She was able to wrap it around her shoulders and it hung just low enough to cover her nipples. She had nothing to cover her nethers but they couldn't help that right now.
They wandered down the halls to deeper areas, more ancient structures. Nyx explained that the hills in this area are actually all ancient burial mounds, so Malantheis was not only doing illegal experiments, she was disturbing graves. It also meant Nyx's magic was very potent here. As they were walking though, Danna slowed down as her point of view started to dip.
"Oh hey, I am returning to normmmmah~! OOH!" She grabbed her thighs immediately as they started to stretch rounder!
Her butt jiggled all on its own from the movement of soft growth and her thighs became massively round and jiggly! She did not get rid of any mass, it just fell into a different part of her body. Her thighs were so massive they rubbed together uncomfortably when she tried to walk. She grabbed and squeezed the soft flesh, trying to compact it and surprisingly it worked. Her thighs started to tighten as she squished into them with her fingers but she immediately stopped, trembled, wobbled and almost fell over. Mort caught her from behind so he did not see what happened, but Nyx did. The mass almost immediately popped from her thighs into her labia- flesh that was already made to be engorged. Her labia immediately ballooned to a huge size, projecting out so far and to taught it ignited all the pleasure nerves in them all at once and almost brought her to orgasm immediately. Once Mort helped steady her she concentrated and tried to use her natural changing abilities to fix this. Her normal abilities could not alter her mass, so she just tried to redistribute it better. Her thighs, labia, and butt started to tighten and she felt her stomach engorge a bit, but she continued to draw it up trying to balance all the extra mass. As soon as her nipples hardened the pleasure caused her to involuntarily shove mass into them, which caused a surge of pleasure, which broke her concentration and she ended up throwing everything into them! Her breasts blushed bright pink and some blue veins even became visible under the surface as they stretched huge! Even her nipples grew to fat stumps! The farther her breasts stretched from her though, the pinker they became. At the very end they were shiny and almost translucent... they were half goo. The leather cowl definitely did not cover these huge jelly tits. Because they were half goo they were ridiculously jiggly.
Nyx winced at her struggling. "I was afraid of this. When you use polymorphic spells it puts the mana directly into the persons form, you've been gorging on mana all day. Turning yourself into a goo girl required a lot of change, and thus a lot of mana and really pushed you too far. You are unstable with mana. We better take the lead from here, you need to... pull yourself together."
"Can't I discharge the mana?"
"Its not as malleable when its saturating a physical form. Your body is sort of trapping it. I could rip it out with a mana siphoning spell, but..."
"Do you ha-"
"If I had a spell like that I would already be using it. So, no. Just... chill out for a while." She motioned toward Mort. "Let Hulk smash."
Their group traveled farther in now occasionally feeling a nice soft breeze, which was welcome in these musty chambers. It actually did not occur to Danna till Nyx mentioned it, that wind cannot exist this far underground without a spell. They followed the breeze through increasingly maze like paths. The ancient walls were so uneven and oddly constructed it was hard to tell when there was a branching hall, or a room, a corner or a dead end. There was so many corners and curves in the wall that was just there for seemingly no reason. Thanks to the breeze they were able to find their way to a new chamber. This far in there was no way Malantheis could be far- they were running out of tunnels to look in. You can only go so far into a hill before you start coming out the other side. Before them hovered an Aarakocra- an avian humanoid!
The Aarakocra are human shaped birds, with tiny feathers covering most of their bodies, bird beaks dominating their faces and mighty wings on their backs. Their feet are digitigrade and end in talons. The females have subdued colors usually, while the males have vibrant ones- this was a male. His feathers went from a powder yellow to mostly vibrant yellow, with some metallic orange looking feathers giving him streaks here and there. He wore only a blue loincloth and held a forward hooked sword in his hands. Nyx explained that he is not guarding this place of his own will, even if it does not look like he is chained. Aarakocra are not from this plane of existence- they are vagrants from the Realm Of Air. Most likely Malantheis used a summoning ritual and he answered as a way of getting into this plane of existence, not realizing this service was the cost of his contract. They needed to beat him into submission while trying to do as little physical harm as possible. Both women looked at Mort who just shrugged. The only physical weapon they had was Mort's sword which definitely did a lot of physical harm. Nyx could possess him and bring him to a cage, but there was none this deep in. He was the only monster they had seen in a while. Danna finally nodded, saying she would get this. Nyx tried to stop her, thinking she should not be trying to do anything right now, but could not put up much of an argument at risk of their opponent seeing.
As Danna slowly approached, he slowly raised his sword to point at her. "I do not want to hurt you, but I will if I need to. Leave this place."
"Oh come on. What is your name, hun?"
Nyx and Mort both cringed at her bad attempt to sound sexy.
"My name is Aeron. And you are?"
"Danna- I am one of you, you know. I am Aarakocra too, I am just using a polymorph."
Nyx slapped her forehead. That idiot, she is going to try to seduce him into dropping his guard, using even MORE transformation? While trying to give him a seductive look Danna ended up scrunching up her face a bit at the prickly feeling of the first few feathers that bloomed- replacing her eyebrows with long narrow feathers like a rockhopper penguin. Her hair turned to colored mist and lifted away as tiny brown and black speckled feathers started to grow out of her to replace it. She arched her back as far back as it would go as new bone squirmed out from her shoulder blade which shifted forms to create a second socket toward its bottom. Her lips kept wanting to push outward reflexively though and then so did her teeth, causing her to reverse and bend far forward- covering her face with her hands. Her teeth seemed to melt together and expand at the same time, pushing forward out of her lips, then continued to expand forcing her mouth wider open and thinning her lips out of existence! Her teeth had completely reformed... into a beak. It expanded till her nose was fused into the beak, making two nostrils where the remaining bridge of her nose met the base of her beak. Unlike Aeron who had a beak similar to an eagle- Danna's was extremely long and narrow. As she slowly took her hands away from her face as those changes slowed to a stop she seen the feathers had advanced down past her arms now. Her public hair had turned to pillow soft down feathers. Her breasts thankfully started to properly solidify and condense back down to a reasonable size, though stopped when they were still giant by Aarakocra standards. The growths on her back pulled out of her, popping loudly as the joins rapidly shifted and grew. They were starting to look like naked chicken wings. Her tail bone extended only a little, but then grew feathers that exploded in size!
Her tail quickly became a gigantic fan of what looked like peacock feathers. Not peahen feathers... then she realized the error. She was not too familiar with the avian race so she was using her innate powers to copy his form and tell the spell what to enhance her with. But, copying his form would mean she is male, not female. Her clit surged in size, pointing out from her exposed pussy like a soft fat spike! Avians actually have pretty massive dicks, but generally they are internal. Because hers was just developing it could not be internalized, and seeing and feeling a dick growing out of her pussy was turning her on and making it erect so it would not retract even when it finished! She reached down trying her trick from before, grabbing at her clit to force the mass back into her, but before she closed her hand she stopped. She had huge talons on her fingers! The Aarakocra have feathered human hands, they don't have talons on their hands! Her flesh started to contract and harden, turning to the banded flesh of bird legs! Her arms were turning into legs! But her legs were also turning into legs. Danna tensed up again as her wings started to bloom giant feathers- again very colorful ones, like males. Her clit started to get even longer and fatter and... pinker. It started to look shiny and as it stretched even more, started to look translucent. It was engorging with slime features! It wasn't really turning into a penis at all, more like a tentacle.
Aeron just stood there with a disturbed look on his face watching this person make some sort of twisted mockery of his people. Seeing Danna rolled a critical fail on her transformation, Mort went to plan B. He unsheathed his sword and charged. At least this, Aeron knew how to deal with it. The two met sword to sword but then Aeron used the force to leap up over him and swiped at his back from above! Aeron can fly- Mort cannot. Aeron can easily evade attacks. Nyx watched both Mort and Danna nervously, not knowing how she could help either really. If Mort becomes seriously hurt she can heal him- hell he can die and she can still heal him. But that doesn't help him win, it just helps him stay alive. Unfortunately most Necromancer spells do not play nice, so not doing serious harm was an issue. Aeron was making a mockery of Mort sadly. He kept leaping around like an acrobat leaving small slashes in the leather armor over and over again, shaving armor away. Mort was not agile at all, he was built for pure power and endurance. Danna was by far and away the most agile one of the group but... she wasn't exactly bouncing around at the moment. Then Nyx thought of a plan! She possessed Mort's body for a moment, dodging a strike he would not have been able to see from his angle. This caught Aeron by surprise and she used the opening, using Mort's body to cast the spell again to take Aeron's body.
Nyx, in Aeron's body landed on his hands and feet and swatted the loin cloth to the side, presenting him rump to Danna. "C'mon, show this hen a real cock."
Danna did not know where Nyx was going with this, but her wildly mutated giant cock was horny as hell so she did not question it. All of her limbs were bird legs so she hand to run on all fours, jumping up onto Aeron and sliding the huge dick into him. Nyx moaned loudly in a pitch Aeron likely did not know he could even make. His dick started to emerge as well now from stimulation and bob under him. Danna's cock fit in better than any cock has ever fit before. It was only around 70% solid mass, so when it hit a curve or fold in the intestines it just changed form and kept going. It filled it entirely, every nook and cranny was filled with jiggly pink jelly dick. Because it could follow the bend it went deeper than any other object possibly could, starting to fill his entire intestines and hugging his prostate constantly in undulating goo. Because Danna was concentrating so hard on the slime aspect of herself right now, her feathers started to take the pink hue as well. The rest of her body started to become gelatinous slowly. She tried her best to concentrate to stop it, and forced the extra goo mass into the dick which then surged in size, causing Aeron to orgasm! The feeling of him throbbing and clenching caused Danna to orgasm too... though it was harder to tell because she just ejaculated the same goo her dick itself was already made of. She pulled off, most of the goo dick fell off and just turned to a pink puddle and she fell onto her side breathing heavily. Aeron slumped onto his face and passed out as Nyx returned to her own body.
Nyx smiled and nodded at her handiwork. "Men always roll over and go to sleep after an orgasm. He can't keep us out if he is asleep."
She looked at Danna and seen her form was slowly shifting back. The more she changed in a way she did not intend the more her thoughts raced, which incited more unexpected changes. Now that she was just basking in afterglow she wasn't thinking of anything and her form was defaulting. The extra growth on her clit turned to pure goo and just melted off, revealing her normal clit under it all. The feathers fell out and turned to vapor. Her hair grew back in and the huge long beak cracked and shattered. Her nose slumped down, unfurling back into a human shape and her mouth collapsed back in and her lips fattened back into existence. The last of her changes were her talons as the skin softened back to normal advancing down her arms. Finally she was normal Danna again- she even discharged the extra mass from her slime encounter so she was back to normal size. She was still saturated in mana though and absolutely unstable as hell. If you had the ability to physically see mana, she would be flashing like a light bulb. A red light bulb, that indicates and emergency.
Nyx chuckled as she helped Danna up. "Well, that worked out ultimately. You failed so hard, you won."
"Yey, I am an idiot savant." She cheered sarcastically, still winded.
"Mmm, but you did go against doctor's orders, and used even more mana to change again. You are even more unstable now! I bet I could name a random animal right now and you'd change into it without even meaning to!" Danna's ears rapidly grew up tall and her neck lengthened and grew a bit. Hair advanced down the back of her neck. "...you just thought of me saying donkey didn't you?"
"S-stAAWp!" Her teeth grew a little.
Nyx pat her on the shoulder. "Just stay back- do NOT use any more magic. At all. I'd kick you out of this dungeon right now if it wasn't incredibly dangerous to send you back alone through this place."
Danna's alterations were slow to recede. It was incredibly hard to actively not think about something. Because thinking about not thinking about it is still thinking about it. Mort ended up using several perception rolls to check their surroundings for traps. He didn't think there was traps, he was just trying to slow everyone down to guarantee Danna didn't use any more spells. Her mana levels will go down slowly on their own, but it takes time and she has a ridiculous amount. As soon as Mort finished examining for traps, Nyx suggested they take a rest and reset cooldowns. While Danna suspected she was also just stalling for time, it also made a lot of sense. Odds are they were skirting around the chamber Malantheis was in, and anyone who was skilled enough to capture all these monsters was not going to be a pushover. They rested in one of the ancient looking passages, near one of the pools of stagnant water. Now that Aeron was unconscious the wind had stopped, so the next most refreshing place to be was near the cool water. Granted the water was stagnant and ancient- full of ghostly pale cave algae, so definitely not water you want to be IN. Nyx had been carrying food rations hung on the inside of her rib cage, since she has no organs.
Danna groaned a bit in the middle of eating and paused as her stomach started to inflate, making her look pregnant. Nyx chuckled, knowing its because she was thinking how much food was too much if she did not want to get fat- and thinking about being fat caused her gut to balloon. She then rolled back and moaned more as her gut started to compact on its own and in its place her breasts and butt swelled out half as much- Danna wondered why she couldn't get fat in the RIGHT places if it was going to make her fat. Mort was just doing his best to avoid eye contact as he ate. At least he never had to keep up a conversation. Danna's body started to shrink and she squeaked in surprise at it. She was trying to will herself smaller, but got the wrong kind of smaller. Nyx sighed, having enough of watching her squirm and decided to help her simply by asking her what Nyx's flesh looked like over these bones of hers. Danna's default appearance was Nyx's old body, so imagining what she is like with skin still allowed her to default.
Danna did not have time to enjoy being normal again for long though as a tendril reached out from the murky waters she had her back to and yanked her in! Nyx and Mort had little time to try and figure out what happened when Danna vanished. The water looked like a shallow pool collected against the wall thanks to the slanted floor- but that is because the water is so murky you cannot see into it! There was actually an offshoot tunnel in the floor there that was completely submerged, and apparently Chuul are using it as a burrow! Ancient amphibious creatures, the Chuul are a foul tempered hermit race that loath surface dwellers. Since it was not caged, its likely the Chuul were just living here before Malantheis moved in, and the wizard might not even be aware they are here. They look a bit like humanoid lobster. They stand on four digitigrade looking legs ending in large two toed feet, though the front two legs are 3/4rth bigger than the rear ones. They have a chitinous fan-tail like a lobster, and the crustacean like scales continue all up its body. It bends upright at the hip and then it has two large arms ending in huge pincers with serrated edges- for both pinching and tearing. Its eyes were almost hidden under a helmet-like chitin plate, though its eyes were very keen. Chuul can see just as well in the light and dark, and are immune to blinding effects. The worst part of the Chuul is generally the first part you encounter. At the front of its face, its mouth is lined with dozens of banded tendrils that carry a paralysis effect. This is what it used to yank Danna away, which means she likely cannot move- which means she cannot swim, and because she is underwater, she cannot breath either.
Mort was about to jump in but Nyx quickly stopped him- leaping into water wearing armor is a real good way to drown. Mort isn't wearing any plate armor but he would still sink like an anchor. Nyx had no nervous system to be paralyzed, and no lungs to need to breath, so she jumped in. Even in the murk it was easy to spot Danna simply from all the thrashing going on. Her lips had long bumps growing from them- the start of Chuul tendrils. Her throat was longer and bigger and her skin had started to harden and grow out into chitin scales on her back. She had started to turn into a Chuul in a panic, but the neurotoxin was faster and still stunned her- but because she was partially transformed into a creature that is immune to the toxin it was unable to fully take hold. The Chuul looked to Nyx as the bigger threat and rather than strike her physically it filled her head with a psychic static to try to muddle her thoughts. This was an ancient burial mound though- Nyx's necrotic powers were impossibly powerful while in here. She used Create Horror Knight, and immediately followed it up with Dark Transformation. Nyx did not even wait for the aberration she summoned to fully form before grabbing Danna and dashing back to the surface to get her to air.
By the time Danna was back on land gasping for air, she had stubby tendrils around her mouth and a uselessly small shrimp like tail. Nyx grinned a bit as she seen the water turn a tinge of red. Her abomination was likely so large it took up the entire passage and prevented the Chuul from escaping. Even if it somehow did not win the fight- their party will be long gone before the Chuul can look for them. Danna grossed herself out with her own budding tendrils and mistook them for octopus limbs... which then caused them to become thicker and start to develop suction cups on the insides. She quickly looked down at her transforming hands and stopped them before they turned to pincers. She had chitin shell on her hands forming claws, but when she pressed her fingers together the shell locked forming a psudo pincer. She had to concentrate hard to get the chitin scales to soften and get reabsorbed into her skin. They needed to get away from the Chuul though, | null | [] |
so she had to do it while walking. Nyx remained close, whispering encouragement to her and she slowly reverted as they approached the final chamber of the menagerie. Danna still had a shrimp tail by the time they got there but she supposed it wasn't getting in the way, so whatever.
Malantheis fumbled a vial to the stone floor when Nyx called over to her. The three adventurers were already a good ways into the huge room before the wizard even noticed. She had wildly wavy blood red hair and purple eyes- an unnatural color from mana poisoning. She wore a thread-bare brown cloak hiding her body. Rather than address the invaders she scrambled for a table of research scrolls and tomes trying to find something. Nyx went to cast Death Coil but failed the initiative roll. Danna's hair started to turn red, unintentionally admiring the look of Malantheis' hair.
Malantheis found what she was looking for just as Mort got to her and swung. She evaded just in time and thrust her hand out- throwing Mort back several feet with arcane energy. "Damn you! How did you get past my traps? I thought for sure the Manastorm Golem would prevent any other casters from getting in at the very least..."
Nyx tilted her head. "Golem? We didn't even see a golem, we must have picked the right path. There are too many preexisting pathways in here Malantheis- you don't control all of them."
Danna flinched as several small rocks around the area became magnetized to her and formed a shell around her feet and climbing her ankle before they ran out- a result of her thinking about golems.
Malantheis held up her hand proudly, a cubic crystal floating above it shining prismatic light. "I wanted to keep improving it but I suppose I have no choice but to use this now to dispose of you vermin." Danna's front teeth grew long and she started to grow whiskers at the thought of vermin. "Behold, the Junctiform crystal! I created it by layering paper thin crystal squares etched with dozens of runes each and then fused together- each acting as a catalyst focus for a transformative spell! Each one imbued with a trait taken from a beast, in an effort to create the 'Perfect Being'."
Malantheis cackled like the maniac she was and cast a transformation spell on herself- channeling it through the Junctiform crystal, which then split it into dozens of different transformations and fired them all into the wizard at once! She lurched forward and her body quaked for several moments. The sound of popping joins proceeded her entire body starting to grow larger under her cloak. Her pants filled with a huge bulge as Malantheis moaned in giddy anticipation. The bulge grew and grew and she did nothing to remove her pants- she wanted it to rip the pants off, she wanted to destroy her clothes with her body's perfection. It stretched a good ways before finally ripping free, and her giant clit sprung forward. Almost as thick as her thighs already and quite long as well, the clit came to a tapered tip and throbbed bigger with every moment. The longer it got the more it writhed on its own, seeking something to rub against. Malantheis started to twitch a bit back and forth as her spine cracked and lengthened, stretching her torso longer but also gaining a lot of flexibility. Her breasts started to blush on their own and her nipples hardened from the power high. She grinned down at her shirt as it filled and then stretched very quickly. Her breasts pulled it tight and then started to get squished both up and down, trying to squeeze out around the shirt as it continued to get stretched wider and thinner. She took a long deliberate breath, causing her ribs to expand and the shirt exploded. Her tits wobbled violently into the open air, shoving her cloak open in the front and continued to grow bigger and bigger still. They were astonishingly light for their tremendous size. Mort did not want to allow her to finish this transcendence and attempted a cleaving attack while Malantheis was absorbed with watching her swelling tits. As soon as she seen the glint of metal though, Malantheis countered. Her left breast split open across the middle revealing thousands of curved fangs and a long writhing tongue inside! They were lighter than they should be because they are not normal breasts. The tongue swatted his blade aside mid-swing and then she turned her chest and forced Mort to leap back or be eaten by a giant boob. Malantheis' smile faded a bit though, as she looked nervously at her crystal. It was vibrating rapidly- she did not have time to complete it so it was not 100% stable, she just had to pray to the DMs it held out.
Pale brown dots appeared all down her very long back and slowly started to press out and stiffen as nipples for more breasts- a lot more. Unlike her gigantic front two though, these were normal breasts. They would act as a humanoid equivalent to a camel's hump- storing food and water in the form of fat. Malantheis quivered and almost dropped to the floor from her legs trembling and locked up in pleasure as her giant clit grew even bigger and even longer. It was wider than her actual legs were, forcing them apart a bit. The clit seemed to have a mind of its own, lashing around till it was able to reach the floor and then shoved itself against it and rubbed aggressively back and forth- leaving a bit of a slime trail of salty vaginal lube that trailed down its underside from Malantheis' twitching cleft. Nyx went to cast Blood Boil but Malantheis cast her eyes on her, and everyone- including Malantheis- flinched in pain and shut their eyes. Malantheis had opened a third, vertical eye in her forehead and connected everyone telepathically. The jumble of four peoples thoughts in each persons head was painfully confusing, but luckily stopped the moment Malantheis closed the third eye. Although it hurt her as well, the third eye allowed her to interrupt spells from being cast. She was still slowly growing overall too- she was as big as Mort now and growing. The wizard smiled at herself thinking she had them all beat, but then frowned as she noticed Danna.
Danna's shrimp tail was now a huge proper Chuul tail, and the chitin scales had advanced up her back. She was deliberately trying to change now, thinking it their only hope at defeating Malantheis. Her skin started to develop the spike-like scutes of the Nothic- down her arms and legs and the upper part of her back where the scales tapered off. Her forearms grew thick with muscle and then her hands grew still larger than that- each finger half as big as her entire hand before changing, and each tipped with the huge Intellect Devourer claws. Danna wobbled a bit as her legs started to get longer and reshape, making her taller and taller. The skin on her legs harded into the banded flesh of bird legs once again as her feet transformed and grew huge hooked talons for rending flesh, clicking against the floor as she flexed them. Her Chuul tail grew even bigger, and prismatic colors bled into the scales, imitating the bright colors of her previous feathered form.
Malantheis grunted and went back to concentrating on her own changes, not to be outdone by some simple changeling. Her clit seemed to explode in size, stretching out to ludicrous proportions! It was twice as thick as her thighs at the base, forcing her legs far apart perminantly. It actually made the ground tremble when its length slapped down and started to roll back and forth lazily, causing Malantheis to quake for different reasons. Her stance got still more awkward as bladed claws started to grow from her ankles, which extended simple joints allowing her to flex the new digit. Malantheir swung her arms up, tossing the crystal into the air for a moment. The air in the room seemed to collapse into the middle a moment, clapping together above her. The air pressure exploded many large stones from nearby pillars and walls and tossed them into her. The huge assortment of stones gathered around her arms and ground together. The flesh and muscle that was formerly her arms seethed out between the stones, connecting them all as it veined out. When they were all connected as two new gigantic arms the rocks started to compact and shift form slightly, making them stand out from the limbs a bit more like blunted spikes. Malantheis slammed her giant arms into the ground toppling everyone else over with the tremor, and tossed herself into the air. As soon as she was lifted, her still growing clit immediately lashed under her in a huge arc, so when she fell back down all her weight went onto her clit... and held. Her gigantic clit was holding her up off the ground as if it were some sort of backwards tail! Her legs minuscule in comparison to the clit, to make themselves useful still, the heel claws grew tremendously now, into huge curved blades of bone not unlike scythe blades- making her legs deadly weapons.
Malantheis bent backward with her flexible long spine and wiggled back and forth in pleasure. The breasts on her back fully developed now into five sets of C cups, all squishing and rubbing together when she arched backwards. Her hips cracked loudly and widened as her clit continued to grow even bigger, writhing around under her, holding her entire body up. She looked over and scowled at Danna, who was also still changing.
Danna's entire body took on a slight pink glow to it as she remembered the Oblex and how to add onto her mass- but had to concentrate incredibly hard to not change the consistency of her body to jelly in the process. She grew her overall size huge. She gagged a bit a moment later as her tongue unintentionally transformed, getting huge and incredibly long, forcing her to spit it out. It lashed around out of her mouth like Malantheis' clit did- except Danna did not mean to do that. She was just going over transformations she learned and accidentally gave herself the feature by passively thinking about it. She tried to grab it to get it under control but it was slippery and hard to hold- her giant claws did not make it easier. The tongue then split into two of the same length but half the width, and then split again filling her mouth with four tendrils, making it impossible to speak. Danna put her head back to hold the tendrils up trying to figure out how to control them all- she definitely had control of them but she normally had one tongue not four mutant tongues so her brain did not know how to operate them all right away. When she looked straight up though, she lost her balance a bit and when she stepped back it was on a larger foot, with even larger talons! Her feet unintentionally grew to make double sure she did not stagger herself. When she looked at them though her first thought was how goofy they looked now, being much too large for her legs. Then scolded herself for thinking that as her legs started to grow- especially in length, making them look almost like a crane's legs, except with humanoid thighs still at the top. She stopped them but as she glanced at her hips to see if they changed too- she accidentally changed them by thinking about it. Her hips popped and grew wide, and her skin filled with extra jiggly fat, ballooning her ass out. It had a permanent pink blush on her cheeks though because it had taken in more slime traits. Danna deliberately started to grow her Chuul tail longer now, just to balance herself out- it felt like she was walking on stilts at this point!
Malantheis growled, thinking Danna was trying to out-do her in transformation, not realizing Danna was doing most of it by accident. She surged more mana into her crystal but winced at the sound of grinding minerals and glared fearfully at her focus as two tiny cracks appeared on its surface! It was imperfect, it cannot create the ultimate being in its current state, but its not like she could just finish it with three invaders trying to kill her. She cried out in pain, throwing her head back as she felt the hot trickle of blood. Several horns started to grow out of her tilted back head, black as night. The horns seemed to wave back and forth as they grew, putting curves into their smooth forms. When she lowered her head again, four horns at least a foot long each stood up and slightly back from her head. Two from her temples and two from toward the back of her head. She concentrated and clouds of super condensed mana glittered into view, compressing into shimmering blue-purple crystals dangled from the tips of all four of her horns adorning them like jewelry. Malantheis was about to open her mouth and taunt the others but her words caught in her throat at the sound of her focus shattering! She looked over to see the glittering prismatic dust falling through the air! Argh! Her precious research! This was as far as it could take her.
Knowing this was as far as she could be perfected Malantheis slithered quickly on her gigantic tail-like clit and attacked Mort, who had to use his sword to try and partially deflect the blows and evade at the same time. He was not strong enough to stop hits from arms that big, and they were so big he could not entirely evade them without trying to deflect at least part of the hit. Because her limbs were mostly stone- even his steel sword blade did little harm. Nyx tried to attack but every time she started to cast Malantheis made everyone flinch with another psychic scream from her third eye.
Nyx braced herself as Malantheis lurched toward her. "Uh... don't suppose you'd go easy on me? My bones can be brittle you know."
Malantheis grinned like a psychopath. "Don't worry, I am not angry- I am just MAD!"
Danna concentrated as hard as she could. She needed to do this! Her friends were depending on her! She came here determined to show that transformation can be used in combat, that it can be a fighting style all on its own without needing anything else. She wanted to show the absolute max potential of the changeling people! With a mix of frustration and blazing determination Danna roared loud enough to shake the walls and everyone else paused, recognizing the sound. Danna's neck grew tremendously huge and long, forcing her collar bone to pop painfully and grow to match, and then her shoulder blades spread wider as her ribs started to pop in succession as her torso broadened greatly. Her midriff grew a bit thicker but mostly just longer. Her hips became more angular and she grew a bit of a pelvic wing from the front, which caused her vulva to be moved back a bit, and face down her long Chuul tail. She fell onto all fours as her body grew tremendously, but especially her torso and neck. Her tendril tongues started to fuse with her cheeks and then reposition themselves as if her skin was putty, so now they were not in her mouth but around it. She grew in a new normal tongue in their place now that they had shifted. Her teeth grew long and sharp and slanted inward. The air around her waved with the heat of her heavy breaths. Her face clicked and she growled as it stretched out, her facial features becoming harder, sharper. Her hair grew longer as if to match the long neck, and stole the red color of Malantheis' hair. The tendrils each took up a corner of the front of either jaw, waving in the air like a catfish's whiskers as her face finished transforming into that of the elder beast. Greedy and arrogant, beauty and carnage and in one. Danna took the overall form of a Dragon, while keeping the transformed features she already had.
Malantheis slithered toward her with great speed, swinging her huge stone fists. Danna caught the first in her maw and yanked it to the side, grinding against the stone with her fangs. Malantheis then yanked her fist out and opened it rather than pulling back, and forced Danna's mouth closed with her hand. Using the grip as leverage though, Danna slammed her shrimp tail into the ground to catapult herself up, rotated at her long neck and slammed her rear legs into Malantheis, lancing her just below the collar several times on her long talons! Malantheis opened her third eye a moment forcing everyone to flinch back, so Danna would fall back off her as she was also forced to let go. Danna used her giant Intellect Devourer claws and slashed at the massive clit-tail! Malantheis was quick to lurch back but also winced in pain- Danna's attack still left a thin red line across the clit. Malantheis folded over forward, at first looking like it was in pain but then her mega tits opened up and went to bite Danna's neck, forcing her to retreat quickly. Danna rolled a critical fail on her evade though- she managed to evade but also slipped and fell on her ass so she could not evade a second strike.
Malantheis kicked through the air, flexing her giant scythe-like heel claws and slashed Danna from her shoulder up the side of her neck and was deflected off one of her Nothic scutes. The cut was not deep but it was long. Danna had to waste an action getting back to her feet, and Malantheis took the opportunity, punching at her with a left fist this time! Danna opened her mouth in defence and for only a breif moment wisps of flame could be seen gathering toward her mouth. Travelling at the speed and with the heat of a lightning strike, there was only a single flash from Danna's mouth a moment before a white pillar of flames fired across the entire chamber- straight through Malantheis' hand! The flame was so hot it vaporized a hole straight through both the flesh and stone! Malantheis shrieked in pain, yanking her hand back. Taking a dragon's traits should not have allowed her that ability! It was then she noticed though, that Danna was extremely overcharged with mana! She had to take care of that or Danna could just literally blast her head off at any moment and there wouldn't be a thing Malantheis could do to stop it.
Malantheis grabbed Danna by the top of her neck and tried to aim her mouth away, as she cast a mana siphon, sucking the power excess out of Danna, which would prevent her from using dragon fire. That was not its only effect however, as Danna's body started to shrink and soften- the changes reverting. The scutes lost their color and softened, regressing back into the skin like the chitin scales. Her tail shrank and lost form till it was no more, her talons slid back in as her legs thickened a bit and shrank tremendously in length. When all her mana was tapped she had reverted to Nyx's old form- because that was the only transformation that was using her innate ability, and did not require any spells. Malantheis tossed the tiny human away but then wobbled and fell onto her huge hands.
Something was... wrong. The breasts on her back started to grow, but at uneven rates becoming all different sizes. Her clit started to grow again uncontrollably becoming so large it needed to start coiling around and folding over itself from lack of space in the chamber! Her torso started to turn vibrant pink as if the clit was starting to absorb her! She went to push herself upright again but instead her right arm split off from itself- spawning a third arm that started to grow longer and more spindly to match the others in length, but not girth. The eye in her forehead rolled in its socket as it throbbed and grew much, much bigger forcing her entire head to grow a bit bigger. The pupil turned into a horizontal notch as she looked around and then to a vertical slit as it rolled up, changing shape according to its movement. Her stomach started to inflate rapidly and she groaned long and loud as she felt something writhing in it! Malantheis almost felt like she was going to throw up, but as she did her neck grew longer, extending the travel time, and then what came out was not barf but several tendrils!
"Wuth h-happuhnen... tuh... n-nnno. Stuhp thuth... uuuuuugh!" It was hard to talk with tendrils in your mouth.
Nyx grinned at the outcome- because she stole Danna's mana, now Malantheis was extremely unstable and unable to properly lock in her form. Had her crystal still been here she could do this easily because the crystal would focus her shape for her- but it burst into dust because they did not allow her to complete it. Nyx told Mort to sheath his sword, and took it to toss over to Danna.
"For you m'lady, I think you earned the honors."
Danna took the sheathed sword, charged at Mort who put his hands together to form a step. When she stepped down onto his hands he catapult her into the air, and doing a graceful twirl she slammed the sheathed sword into the side of Malantheis' head with all her momentum and knocked her completely unconscious! Before Danna was on a quest to prove the power of changelings she was essentially the group's rogue, with high dexterity, speed, and charisma. When Malantheis hit the ground with a thunderous boom her transformations stopped. She was not thinking of anything since she was unconscious. Her body seemed to lurch and undulate like putty and slowly she shrank and the changes receded. Because she was so extremely malformed it took almost twenty minutes to become completely normal again, and by then Nyx had dragged her into a cage and locked it. Now she was a prisoner in her own menagerie.
Nyx chuckled as they wandered back out of the monster menagerie, victorious. "When I woke up this morning I did not expect to be having to deal with dungeons AND dragons. That was some good work, cooking that nut job with dragon fire. Guess you will be doing this every time now, huh? You did prove it works... sort of."
Danna clutched the tattered remains of Malantheis' cloak as the only thing she had to cover herself with. "Uh well..." She shivered as she pictured Malantheis' final form in her head. "Y'know, our group does still need a rogue. You CAN use transformation only as a weapon but... I am not sure if its a good idea. Why lean so heavy on one skill when you can have many, right? You can stand on one leg but its better with two. I think I will use transformation as a supplement rather than my sole method of making myself useful to the party. I will still have the most wicked awesome transformations you ever seen though!"
Nyx nodded, patting her on the shoulder. "THAT, sounds like a great idea." While thinking; 'and also what I suggested you do from the start'. | null | [] |
Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3 Continued.
Master broke in. "Well Angela?" She looked at him questioning.
"You haven't spoken in a while but you seem to be enjoying yourself."
She nodded and acted a little self conscious standing in front of us naked. "I don't know. I guess I'm in shock." She looked down at herself as if checking to make sure all her parts were intact. "I've never done anything like this. I mean, I've had sex..." We knew that part. "But fuck. You guys are intense."
Master nodded. "Yeah, We are, but that's part of our lifestyle. We aren't always this intense. Sometimes we're much more intense, but we're almost never like the 'vanilla' world either."
He walked over to the table and scooted the almond oil a couple of inches as if to remind to us that he wasn't done yet, then he walked over to the hotels advertisements strewn on one table. He called and ordered a variety of foods from room service and a pot of coffee. Oh shit, I thought. Coffee? He's plotting.
Angela sat down on the bed near me. She looked like she had something to say but she was quiet. While Master was busy I scooted closer and took her hand. "Are you alright?"
She grasped my hand and turned back to me. "I'm so fuckin' alright. I didn't even know I could get this horny." I laughed and we held hands, watching Master.
Master returned to unclip my leash. "You girls relax for a while. I ordered some food."
I rolled off of my knees onto my back and splayed out across the bed. Angela laid back and rested her head on my thigh. We laid there for a long while and rested. She toyed with the end of my leash, twirling it on the beautiful brown skin of her trim belly.
Master clicked on some boring TV news show and I ignored it as I was well practiced in doing. My thoughts drifted to Angela and Master. She was so open and Masters artful manipulation seemed to have drawn out a natural desire for dominance and submission, or maybe it was just that she liked heavy sex. I assumed that Master was just that good and she hadn't even realized what was happening. I reached down and stroked her head as it rest on my thigh, brushing the hair from around her face.
A knock came to the door. Master pointed toward the door. I went to grab some cloths and realized all I had left was the sheer cover up I brought for the beach. It wouldn't even begin to hide my black garter and stockings but I grabbed it and didn't even tie it closed as I ran for the door.
A young man stood there with a cart full of food. He looked right past me and I realized he could see Angela lying naked on the bed. The next place his eyes landed was on my tits, the details of which were only slightly hidden by my cover-up, which wasn't closed anyway. I stepped out of the way for him to enter but his nerves got ahold of him and he pushed the cart half way inside the door before excusing himself. I couldn't resist playing with him. I let go of the cover-up and it fell open. One nipple came uncovered. His eyes shot down to my smooth pussy. He left so fast that I started giggling uncontrollably.
We enjoyed a snack and left the cart outside the door. We all had a glass of wine as our conversation picked up. Angela had questions which she and Master discussed at length. I listened quietly. By the time the subject started to change Angela had a very good idea what our lifestyle was like, as well as an idea how other people view the lifestyle. Her image of leather clad, hooded sexual deviancy had been softened to an open minded acceptance that our lifestyle was varied and that different people lived different ways that were acceptable as long as certain lines weren't crossed, and even those lines were subjective in ways.
She accepted us. We accepted her. I wanted her in my life in whatever capacity could exist. We were fast friends.
But we were friends sitting at the table with a crafty and intelligent man who had an agenda. In my world, that was something never to be forgotten. That bottle of almond oil was still looming large in my mind. My eyes wandered over the room where so much had already taken place. It gave me an idea of my own.
I left my chair and knelt next to Master laying a hand on his thigh. He would know I had a request. He nodded my way.
"Master, may your slave remove her stockings?" I didn't want to tell him they had become uncomfortable or I might end up wearing them all the way home.
He nodded his consent. I had more. "May your slave run a bath for you two?
Master thought for a moment. "A hot bath sounds nice girl." He looked at Angela. She smiled in agreement. "Yes, run us a bath and be in it when I'm ready."
I turned to my duty. There were bath oils sitting next to the tub. I ran the bath as hot as I could stand it, infusing the oils into the water. I stripped and stepped into the heat. If stung my skin as I entered. The masochist in me took over as I sat upon a preformed seat. The tub would easily accommodate all three of us, though maybe just a little cozy. It may have been designed for two, but it was plenty big enough for two people and a slave. The warmth penetrated my body and as the tub filled up I knelt upon the bottom, my breasts bobbing at the surface.
I called out. "Master, your water is ready."
The two of them walked over. Master helped Angela into the water and stepped over the side himself. Each of them took one of the seats and I remained between them. As Master relaxed I took his foot in my hands and set it in my lap. I began massaging it. I massaged both feet, up each leg until I was nearly brushing against his genitals. I worked every muscle and then turned to Angela and did he same. She loved it. She laid back and whispered at me repeatedly how good it felt.
Next I turned to my Master and asked, "May your slave massage her loving Masters back?" He turned, allowing me to slip behind him, where I again worked the muscles of his back, shoulders and neck. I reached around and worked down his arms from behind before slipping from behind him and kneeling in front of him where I massaged his chest, his forearms, even his hard stomach.
I turned to Angela . I didn't even have to ask as I slipped behind her, mirroring my work over her beautiful brown skin. I admired how my pale white skin contrasted against hers. I slipped around the front of her and worked her forearms, and hands. Her response to my ministrations was dramatic in comparison to Masters stoic appreciation. I worked my way up her tummy to her breasts where I no longer massaged muscles but large, beautiful orbs of exquisite tan sexuality. She looked me in the eye the whole time. It intimidated me and I kissed her on the cheek as I withdrew to the middle of the tub and knelt toward my master in the tangle of our feet.
As I worked over their muscles in the steamy water, they conversed about lots of things, masters work, Angela's schooling . We talked about how I met Master and how he learned to be a Dominant. It was relaxed and comfortable.
The tangle of feet aside, kneeling in shallow water is fun. It opens up so many seductive options with its supportive weightlessness. I leaned back and let my nipples stick out of the water. When I wasn't paying attention Master flicked one with his finger and I yelped out loud. It embarrassed me. Angela splashed water in his face and we all laughed.
The water was getting warm and Master told me to get our towels. I stepped out and brought an open towel to the tub. Master led Angela out and I wrapped it around her. I was freezing. I dried Masters body but before I finished he picked up a towel and wrapped it around me. I dried myself. The room was warm but I was still cold. I stepped to the bed and drew the covers back, kneeling on the floor beside it.
Angela bounced up on the bed and spoke to Master. "Jon, can Stephanie come up on the bed?"
"If you like." he responded. I crawled up into the bed.
Angela and I were sprawled on the soft, clean sheets of the bed. The room was still lit only by candles. The TV had been turned off. The only sounds were ours and distant waves. Our hair was wet. If it weren't for the looming presence of my Master I would have curled up next to Stephanie and fallen sleep, but Master returned.
He brought my leash and a handful of long, thick white cotton ropes. Be tossed the leash to Angela. She was awkward as she fumbled to clip it on my collar, but I suspected a lot more awkward was coming for both of us.
Master asked Angela, "Do you want to see how intense it can get?"
She didn't answer for a moment, and when she did it came out soft and quiet. I had a nagging angst as I wondered where this would go. "For who?" She asked.
"That depends on you."
She swallowed hard and didn't say anything.
"What do to want?" He asked.
I could see was processing. She looked at me as if she wanted advice. She swallowed hard.
"Stephanie is so beautiful and you two are so close. I want to talk to her if you don't mind."
"Okay." He jerked my chain and I crawled fast to the edge of the bed and knelt before him, spreading my thighs wide facing him, palms turned up and resting on my thighs, eyes resting on his feet.
She crawled across the bed and sat on the edge next to me. Master was directly in front of us. "Stephanie, I need to know what you think." I was confused. I looked up at her while she continued. "I'm scared, but I want to know how you feel, you know, first hand."
I couldn't help smiling as I admired her honesty and her courage.. Master watched us. I responded. "You don't need me for that Angela. I think that would be beautiful, but are you sure? You've seen so little."
She nodded. "I don't know if I'm sure. Jon, I mean, your Master," she looked up at him and turned away quickly, "he's so..." She paused searching for words.
I interrupted. "He's a good Master who knows how to reach me. He's a good man. I love him and I adore you. If there is something you want, just ask. If you are worried about hurting me, don't. I am his and what pleases him, pleases me." It felt really weird having this conversation with him standing naked a foot away.
I took her hand and held it for a moment, then with a gentle squeeze I placed her hand on Masters chest. She looked up at him. He stood like a statue, beautiful and silent.
Angela left her hand there as she looked up at him. "Jon, would you teach me?
"Teach you what?" He asked.
She thought for a moment. "Teach me how to serve you?"
Master thought for a moment of his own. "There are a lot of things we both have to learn before I can even consider something like that, but what I will do is start making sure you know what you're asking. Get on your knees." He commanded.
She hesitated, looking me over and then seemed to realize she ought to be moving. She shifted her knees under her. Master took her hands and placed them palm down on her thighs then grabbed the hair behind her head and tilted her head down before speaking again.
"Angela, you've only seen a little of what my relationship with this slave is like. Our sessions can be much more intense, and much longer than what you've seen tonight." He leaned down and put his face next to her ear. "And much, much more painful." He stood again. "How can I be confident that you are serious when we've only known each other a day?"
She paused a long while before answering. She started to look up but he pushed her head back down. "I don't know about the pain. I'm afraid, but I've been watching you two, or really watching Stephanie." She stopped for a moment. "I've never seen trust like hers. I don't think I want to be a slave but I want to feel like she feels."
I was gushing inside. I wanted to embrace her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted Master to want her and I wanted her next to me.
Master must have been reading my mind. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face. Her hand was still on his chest and I wanted desperately to see the expression on her face, but Masters eyes were drilling into mine as he spoke.
"Slave. What do you think about all of this?"
"Master, I live for your pleasure. I only want you happy."
"Bullshit." The word hit me like a slap on the face. "I know you are devoted. I know your love for me and I love you, but you have desires. What she's asking may become serious someday. Are you willing to take that risk?"
Doubts and questions flooded my mind. He held my face with his hand but his eyes gripped my soul. He was right, of course. I thought about Angela. My warmth for her had grown so fast, but I had no doubt of her sincerity. She was amazing.
I thought about Master. Every fear I ever had of him had turned into love and trust as the fears proved unfounded. I let the thoughts run through my mind, afraid to speak too quickly. Hints of jealousy washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew my fear was not rational. Excitement of the novelty of having a sister enveloped me, but the reality of how difficult life can be in a relationship checked my emotions up.
I turned to look at her. Her hair was messy. She was gorgeous kneeling next to me. That aroused me. I reached to her and placed my hand gently on the back of her head. She turned to me and the expression of sincerity mixed with fear, lust and whatever other complexity drew me to her.
I looked at Master. "I've never met anyone like her, Master. She knows what she wants and she is not naive. I think she would make a perfect sister to me and I believe she will bring even more beauty into our lives. I know you will make good decisions for me."
Master listened and thought. He lifted her chin, holding both of our faces up to him. "Then we'll just see how it goes. I am not promising anything to either of you but I'll accept your request Angela. You'll have to earn my trust and I will earn yours."
He bent over putting his face close to hers.
"This will not be easy for you girl. Your training starts tonight."
She looked up at him and swallowed hard, "Yes, yes..."
"Sir" he finished for her. "You will call me Sir. You are not my slave. You are my submissive. You are sisters and you will address each other as your sister. Your name does not exist Angela. You are my girl, Stephanie is my slave."
I almost giggled. He was on a roll.
My heart leapt at the thought of having her as my sister.
Master continued, "We will have details to work out, but for now you two had best put the rest of the world aside. Tonight, this is your world."
I love it when he gets like that.
Master took a rope, fastened it into a loop around her neck, loose and secure. She didn't move. He jerked down. It took a moment but she got on her hands and knees. He dropped her leash and took mine, almost dragging me off of the bed to sit in the chair. My heart sank but I didn't let it show.
He returned to her and took up her leash. He jerked upward. She thought for a moment and then returned to her knees. He pulled up so that the rope strained against her neck until she rose up off of her haunches. Concentration on my sisters face was a gorgeous thing.
"If you can't take what you're going through, you can tell me to stop, but I warn you, if you ask me to stop, I will stop completely. I will assume you have changed your mind and you will be free to go. You'll be free to stay too, but I will not force you to do something you don't want. Do you understand?"
She nodded, he pulled the rope toward him until she lost her balance. She struggled but she regained it.
Answer me with Yes Sir."
She answered, "Yes Sir."
I was fascinated watching them.
"Do you understand that you are free to go?" He asked.
"Yes Sir."
Do you want to go?"
"No Sir"
"Are you afraid to be bound?"
"No Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, I'm afraid but..."
He interrupted her. "Do you accept my control and will you submit?"
"Yes Sir."
She was awesome. She glanced at me. I smiled. Her face showed her nerves.
Master took her leash and dragged her backward until she fell with a soft shriek onto her back on the bed He bound her wrists together in front of her, then went to his bag and dumped it on the table. A massive pile of coiled rope fell out, as well as a few items I hoped my new sister wouldn't see, at least until Master chose for her to. In her current state that wasn't much of a concern.
He returned to her with more ropes and dropped them on her belly. She looked a little wide eyed as Master took my leash and led me onto the bed.
"Kneel over your sister's face." His voice was deep and commanding.
I complied. My knees were on each side of her head. I was facing her legs. My pussy hovered directly over her face. I awaited further commands. Between my breasts I could see her chest. She was breathing hard, obviously nervous but there was nothing I could do for her now. Sisters fate was His.
Master took the pillows from the head of the bed. With his hand under her ass he directed her to lift her ass and he shoved pillows under her until her ass was a good foot off of the bed. He spread her legs, deliberately placing them as wide as they could go.
She looked so vulnerable. I was intoxicated by all that I witnessed.
Master went to the table and spoke over his shoulder. "Girl, have you ever had anything in your ass?" It was point blank. Her body tensed.
Her reply was tentative. "No... No Sir."
"Do you object?" He asked.
She didn't respond right away. Her body remained tense.
"Do you object?" He repeated.
""No Sir." She sounded like she was almost in tears.
I leaned forward. I couldn't see her eyes. I knew I needed to let go and submit myself to the fact that Master was in control. Somehow that was easier when it was just me. I forced myself to breath slow and deep.
Master came over with the almond oil and a large, heavy, steel butt plug which I was very familiar with.
He looked at sister. "I was not prepared to have a virgin ass here with me tonight, but since you delayed in answering me I have a special treat for you. Your will know who owns your ass by the time we're through."
She didn't waste time in answering him, at all. "Yes Sir."
Master laid the heavy plug between her tits as he tied ropes to her legs just above her knees. The tag ends of these he slung across the bed and attached them to the feet under the head of the bed with an ingenious knot which allows him to adjust the length easily, and yet remains secure. I've never been able to get one to give, but Master does. He adjusted the tension so that her legs were spread wide apart and held up in the air. I could see her beautiful brown pussy and I wondered what torment I might witness, or endure.
Master held the plug over her face. "Kiss it."
She did.
He told her to lick it. She did.
He told her, "This isn't going to be easy. I want you to relax and take your time. If it hurts, I want you to tell me immediately."
"Yes Sir." She whispered.
Master took ahold of my leash and with his hand on my hip, guided my crotch down onto her face. My pussy was on her mouth and I could feel her nose pushing against the bud of my ass hole. Her breast heaved with her labored breathing. Stress was overtaking her.
Master spoke softly, "Relax girl, you are safe. I'll take care of you. Your sister will tell me if something is wrong." It helped. She settled down a bit.
Master pulled the rope on her neck down and draped it by her feet.
"Lick your sisters pussy, girl." He said and he pulled the rope leash unexpectedly, making her face press into my crotch. As she realized the command was for her, she slowly snaked her tongue out and I felt it press into the pink folds of my labia. My legs were spread wide and it was difficult to keep my balance as my body reacted to her first touches. I wondered how she felt with her nose nuzzled into my ass crack.
Master took the bottle of oil and poured oil onto her slit until it was pooling in the depressions. She jumped as it hit her and let out a muffled sound. Master carefully rubbed the vicious steel plug over her slit, and pressed it into her pussy. My sisters hips strained as it entered her and I could feel her moan into my pussy. I began to work my hips back and forth over her mouth as I watched Master pump the long plug into her cunt. It was a lovely thing to watch.
Master pulled it out and slid it down further until it was touching her anus. Her moaning was near constant and every sound was synchronized with his movements, but they stopped as she felt the pressure on her back door.
Master held it there with firm pressure, swirling it gently. I could tell he was taking his time and being very careful with her virgin ass but I knew the pressure would be relentless. Such was his way.
I couldn't concentrate on her licking me as the scene played out before me. Master started coaching her.
"Try to relax your ass girl." Surprisingly I heard her murmur from between my pussy lips, "Yes Sir."
"Breathe," he reminded her. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "Breathe and try to let your muscles relax. Let it in. I won't hurry but your ass is going to remember me girl."
As she breathed out again he pushed it in further. She whimpered in response. This continued for a long time with him coaching, and slowly working the large plug into her. After some time I noticed that she was not licking me anymore. Master noticed to.
"Why have you stopped girl?" And her mouth began to work on me again.
As she adjusted to the girth of the plug, her ass expanded past the thickest portion. It slid inside her fairly quickly after that and she lifted her face into me, screaming softly in pleasure or maybe even pain as it sunk to the hilt. Master smiled and backed away to admire his handy work while the erotic atmosphere grew. I suddenly became aware that she was licking my pussy furiously and my legs nearly collapsed. I fell forward onto my hands, looking down at hers bound on her belly.
Master rubbed the back of my head and then grabbed my hair and pushed me down into the cunt in front of me. I knew what to do as the slick almond oil smeared on my face and I began to lick her with ferocity matching what I felt on my steaming pussy.
Master climbed on the bed behind me and stated flatly. "You may not cum without permission girl. Your orgasm is mine."
She broke away from my pussy. "Yes Sir." And returned to her work.
I felt oils on the crack of my ass and his finger rubbing against my own ass hole. I knew she could be watching every one of these actions. I concentrated on pleasuring her and relaxing my ass. I didn't want to make her cum. I wanted to prolong it and spare her at the same time.
Master grabbed my hips and lifted until I felt his cock slide inside me and then I felt his thumb pressing into my ass as he began to fuck me slowly.
I pushed back against him, trying not to pull away from my sister as she was struggling enough to lick me. Every time her tongue hit my clit it was like a shock and I knew I would cum soon if I wasn't careful. I tried for permission.
"Master, may your slave cum for you?"
"Cum slave, and let your sister clean your cunt afterward "
"Oh yes Master, as you wish," but in having been given permission it was like my body heard him and suddenly a wave of ecstasy washed through my pussy and I nearly collapsed as I moaned. "Master, thank yooouuu,"
When I cum, my pussy gushes my nectar in quantity I heard my sister struggling under me. I lifted myself up but Master, his thumb still pressed into my ass, pushed me back down. I also sank my face back into her pussy and began to tongue fuck her, swirling my tongue around and penetrating her as deep as my tongue could go. The edge of the steel plug in her ass pushed in my nose painfully. I adjusted my head to the side and focused on her clit for a moment, switching between sucking and flicking my tongue over every inch of her sweetness. Her hips pressed up into my face.
Master pulled his cock out of me and I felt cum drizzle out of me. The only place it could go was all over my sisters face I felt for her, but I smiled, thinking, 'welcome to the family.'
Not surprisingly, she handled it well. Master knelt behind me and watched her. I felt him reaching between our bodies and manipulating her breasts which just combined to make her writhe against her restraints with little whimpering screams of pleasure, or maybe pain.
It must have been pain since Masters voice broke the spell. "Bite her lips slave."
Oh shit, I thought. If I bit too hard I'd hurt her badly, but if I bit too soft master would know because she wouldn't react. I sucked her already swollen lips into my mouth and pinched them between my teeth but it wasn't hard enough. I pinched harder and she yelped.
Whew, that was good.
She yelped again, and I knew Master was pinching her nipples.
With no warning I felt master pulling my leash, my smooth golden collar spinning on my neck as he pulled me back to kneel above her.
"Go get the pink one," he said. The pink one was a large, thick dildo with a really strong vibe. The head was pretty damn big. It stretched me every time.
I complied, quickly crawling to the edge of the bed I trotted to the table where the pink one was nestled among the ropes. As I brought it back I received further direction.
"Fuck her."
I had a flash of anxiety for my sister. That butt plug plus this dildo was an all consuming sensation, and with Master directing, there was little chance that I would be able to moderate how she received it.
Sister was already in trouble. She had been restrained for a long time. I looked over the places where rope was attached. Master had left them loose. The only points where it appeared that they were sinking into her flesh was where the most pressure was against her lower thigh.
Her body was writhing. And she was breathing very hard, but the sounds she was making spoke of deep pleasure.
I placed the head of the dildo at her entrance and pushed. Her pussy resisted but as it plunged past the entrance she screamed out, "Oh fuck that thing is huge."
Master knelt with her head between his thighs, watching me. His smile showed approval of both my obedience and her reaction.
"Turn it on." He growled.
I twisted the base and the vicious vibrator hummed to life. I pushed it in slowly until it would go no further and held it there for a moment before withdrawing it. I pressed it into her again. Her pussy looked abused as it impaled her. The amount of pussy juice practically squirting out of her blew me away.
Master grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing them, then pinched her nipples. She squealed. He pinched and pulled and twisted and she grit her teeth against the pain.
When her nipples looked swollen and erect, Master had a satisfied look on his face. Sisters face had a cum covered look of ecstasy. He turned around and knelt with his cock hanging toward her face and pushed it slowly and forcefully between her jaws. She sucked him like a starving animal. Every breath that left her body came out with a moan.
As Master pulled his cock out if his mouth he spoke. "You may not cum girl."
She gurgled, "Yes Sir." And the cock plunged between her lips.
When he pulled it out of her he asked, "Do you want to cum without permission?"
"No Sir." She groaned. He took his long cock in his hand and slapped her across the cheek with it on both sides.
"Our relationship will require honesty, girl. Do you want to cum?"
"Yes Sir."
"You may not."
She groaned. "Yes Sir." But watching her body told me she must be very, very close.
The thick shaft of flesh thrust into her mouth. I timed a thrust of the pink dildo with it. She writhed with a long, moaning scream.
Master held his cool inside her mouth. She gagged. He backed it off a little but kept it there. She was moaning into his cock.
"Do you want to cum girl?"
Her mouth was full. She tried to answer but she couldn't. She nodded her head, and I can only imagine that her eyes showed desperation. Master fucked her face and then pulled out. He wrapped his fist around his dick and began to masturbate furiously over her face.
I knew she was going to cum. No matter what happened, she was going to cum.
Master pumped his cock and after a moment I guessed that he too was going to cum yet again. I prepared myself for a clandestine action of my own, suspecting that I knew what was about to happen.
I was right. Master said, "Cum girl." And the second he said it I planted my face on her clit without permission, driving the pink dildo deep into her. I sucked and flicked at her large clit and her orgasm exploded on the toy.
I looked up, and caught glimpses of my Masters cum hitting her under her chin. Master stroked his cock until every drop had spewed onto her face. Meanwhile, Angela was literally screaming in orgasm. She was pushing and pulling her hip in every direction. Her bound hands flailed and her legs strained against the ropes.
Her orgasm went on forever. Master moved from over her and she was still cumming as I fucked her.
When she finally finished, it was like every muscle in her body slowly turned to putty.
I asked Master if I could clean her. I pulled out the pink one and quickly licked her pussy clean, all along her thighs, her slit and down her sopping ass crack, but my job was not done.
Master was untying her wrists. As I crawled up to her. I started with her tits where little spurts of my Masters seed had landed and licked each one into my mouth, savoring the tangy flavor and the silky texture that I loved. I licked her neck clean as she lay exhausted, still whimpering softly. I licked her cheeks clean, a drop right next to her eye, and a little off of her nose.
I saved the best for last as I planted my lips on hers, sucking Masters delicious cum off her lips and kissing her. I'm not sure I ever had a deeper more heartfelt kiss as she kissed me back. I felt deeply content and happy. This weekend had been a miracle.
I stayed there, caressing her hair and brushing it out of her face. We said nothing. She just stared into my eyes as I held her head and kissed her. I knew her sensations weren't through and I wanted to be with her for what came next.
Master tugged on the butt plug. I knew that would feel intense as her ass had held it in for too long and her asshole had to expand over the thick part for it to exit. She strained and I whispered, "Breathe, little sister. Just let yourself relax." I kissed her and she gasped as the plug exited her. She squirmed. I knew the intense, hot sensation she felt as her butt tried to remember what life had been like before Master took ownership of it.
I turned to Master. "Master, may your slave and her sister rest?"
He had a warm, loving look on his face as he turned his attention to freeing her legs. "Yes my dear. Please rest. Help your sister recover."
He freed her legs and she rolled off of the pillows with a flop. She curled up in a ball next to me and I rubbed the places where the ropes had buried themselves in her thighs. I knew how good it felt to be freed as the blood rushes into areas where the rope had been tied. I knew how good it felt when Master did this for me.
Master came to us and rubbed the other leg and leaned down to kiss Angela. She sprang to life but he held her down and kissed her deeply. She settled and I could feel relaxation wash over her.
After a long kiss, Master spoke to her in the softest tone I think he has in his soul. "You did very well girl." He brushed hair from her cheek. "Few girls could have handled what you've been through in their first session. I am very, very pleased."
He turned to me as I watched gratitude spread over sisters face. "Yes Sir," she whispered, "Thank you Sir. May I have another?"
Masters eyes went wide. He turned back to her and she gave him a huge smile as the humor of it sank in.
Master laughed out loud. "You may girl, but spare yourself tonight."
He returned to me. "And you, my slave, will be rewarded for your performance. I love you."
I absolutely melted. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Thank you Master, may I have another?"
He smiled and said. "You may. I love you."
He stood up and tended to things in the room. My beautiful, brave sister and I curled up together with our arms around each other.
That was the last thing I remembered.
I woke up still tangled up in sister. I looked up at her and she was awake. Concern shown in her eyes. She spoke quietly as I realized Master was behind her, sleeping in the bed. "Stephanie, have I hurt you?"
I answered, "I'm your sister. Stephanie is not my name for you. And no, you've made me very happy. My wildest dreams wouldn't have been this good." I looked straight at her. "And I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it. No fronts. If you choose to continue, we are family, as best we can be."
She reacted to the thought of a choice. "I don't know how it will work but I don't want to leave."
"Talk to Master. I'm sure he will have answers."
As the morning progressed, he did have answers. We ordered room service and ate breakfast while we all talked. She needed to have her life. Master was clear on that, but she was always welcome in our home. He established some ground rules for her to keep in contact with him in her absence. She only lived an hour away, so that was a good thing. She could, (more like would,) spend weekends and other free time with us when possible and Master would train her, teaching her how to live as a submissive.
He made her schooling her priority and while he thought he might have advice he did not want to impact her choices other than to give that advice if she wanted it.
It became a comfortable plan for both of them and while she could see that he would be a huge, dominant presence in her life, she still had all the things she loved about her life available. For my part I was happy and excited about the future. I could see that the life I loved was not compromised by her presence. It was enhanced and beautified.
I was also in absolute awe of how my Master had orchestrated this weekend.
We spent part of the day at the beach and when we parted my sister broke out in tears. I was alarmed until I realized that it was happiness and intensity overcoming her. I knew that feeling well and for the first time in my life I had a chance to share that part of my world. | Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3 | [
"master",
"dildo",
"slave",
"anal",
"dominance",
"bondage",
"submissive"
] |
DownStairs
(This story is copyright Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser, 2003. This story contains graphic descriptions of nonhuman males engaged in homosexual acts. If this offends you, or if you are not of legal age to view such materials, go do something constructive instead. All named characters are copyright Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser. Resemblance of any unnamed character to any copyrighted character is unintentional, or appearance was used with permission. Please direct all compliments and constructive criticism to , or to Stilghar on Furnet (formerly Yiffnet) IRC. Flamers will be laughed at and have their e-mail addresses blocked and sold to spammers and script kiddies. Use protection.)
So this wolf walks into a bar...
Okay, so it's not much of a start. This is my first attempt at writing a raw spooge story. Gimme a break.
The bar was the Staircase, a fairly successful gay bar named, most furs assumed, for the huge staircase that connected the upper level dance floor to the main area on the ground floor. The wolf was Stephen, a rather handsome male who was showing off much of his white-furred, well-toned body with a muscle shirt cut well above the navel and a pair of denim cutoffs that left very little to the imagination. He wore no shoes; few furs did during the warm spring and summer months. He was also one of a few, maybe a tenth of the furs in the crowd tonight, that knew about the other staircase.
The Staircase was moderately busy tonight, with males of various races cruising, dancing, drinking, laughing, and generally enjoying the music and each other's company. The DJ was playing classic rock tonight, which suited Stephen just fine. After a short wait in line at the bar, Stephen wandered into the common area, stiff drink in his paw, singing along with the music and scanning the crowd. It didn't take him long to spot a familiar fur, and he altered his course slightly for the leopard's table. He proceeded slowly, enjoying the view of his handsome friend in his tank top and cargo shorts. Approaching quietly to avoid drawing attention, Stephen managed to get close behind his "prey". Sliding his paws under the feline's shirt, he pinched his friend's nipples gently, and nipped playfully at one ear before announcing himself. "Heya, Hot Spots, how's it going?"
The leopard was slightly startled, but recovered quickly. "Hey, fuzzybutt, fancy meeting you here tonight. What's with this outfit? Looks like you're in one of your 'moods'."
Stephen took a seat across the table from his friend and his grin turned wicked. "I am," he replied. "I don't know if it's the full moon, or if it's just been too long, or what, but I'm planning on getting sleeeeeeazy tonight." His voice dropped into a low murring tone the leopard instantly recognized, and "Hot Spots" answered with a leer of his own. "But I'll get to that later. Or maybe I should say, 'we'. In any case, how've you been, Lenny? I haven't seen you in a while."
Lenny's smile turned a bit strained and he took a large swig of his own drink. "I've been better," he said blandly, and motioned for the waiter. The raccoon sauntered over, took Lenny's order with a smile, and proceeded back to the bar.
Stephen's expression turned serious. "What's the matter, buddy?" Lenny sighed and tried to look away, but Stephen's concerned face and beautiful blue eyes held him.
It didn't take long for Lenny to give up. "Aww, hell. Misery loves company. You know that panther I've been seeing lately?" Stephen nodded, and Lenny went on. "Well, it turns out he's a married male- to a fem, with kids even. Bastard was just using me to get back at something his wife did. I was just a warm hole that he wasn't married to, and male to boot, just to piss off his wife. I didn't bother to get the whole story. Fucker strung me along for months; hells, I thought he was Mr. Perfect..." Lenny's voice started to break, and Stephen put his paw over his friend's and gave a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, buddy, you okay?" Stephen asked seriously. Lenny looked at his friend and took the wolf's paw into his.
"Yeah, man, I'm fine, or I will be, eventually. I'm sorry to dump my personal problems on you..."
Stephen interrupted. "Don't apologize, Leonard, I *did* ask. You know you can dump on me anytime. That's what friends are for, right?" The raccoon returned with Lenny's drink, but the wolf stopped his friend when he reached for his money. "This one's on me, bud," Stephen said, and paid the waiter himself.
"Thanks, man," Lenny said gratefully, then cracked another smile. "Maybe I need to get a little sleazy too, with the right furs this time, and for the right reason." The leopard massaged his friend's paw gently, and Stephen grinned.
"Feel like going Downstairs? " the wolf asked.
Lenny's grin turned lusty and his eyes shone. "Let me finish this drink," he answered, "and I'll be right behind you...or in front, or on top...hells, maybe all of the above, and then some!"
The pair quickly downed their drinks, stood, and walked together towards a fairly unoccupied area of the club. A bouncer was standing watch there, a huge Grizzly, nearly seven feet tall unshod, which, like most of the patrons and other employees alike, he was. He wore only faded jeans, tight in the seat and crotch, and his bare bear chest rippled with muscle under the fur. His face, while calm, spoke louder than words that he would harbor no foolishness in the club on his watch. "Heya, Big Mikey," Stephen greeted the huge bear.
Big Mikey's eyebrow quirked and his muzzle turned into a barely perceptible smile. "Hiya, Steve. Hey, Lenny," the bear rumbled in a deep bass that could literally shake the walls if he let it-and there had been times he'd had to. "Going DownStairs tonight?"
Stephen and Lenny both nodded, and Mike led them towards a small counter in a darkened corner of the vast common room. Mike stepped behind the counter and held out his paw. "I need to see 'em before I can let ya in, Boss's rule."
"We understand," Lenny replied, as both he and Stephen fished in their pockets for what the bear wanted. They each pulled out and placed into the bear's huge paw a plastic card, roughly the size of a credit card, with a small dark square in the center. Mike placed one of these into a slot on the countertop, and looked at Lenny. The leopard placed his thumb on the counter next to the card, and a small light on the countertop flashed green. Lenny took back his card, and Stephen went through this process as well. Mike's smile widened a bit as he did something with the console and the artfully concealed door opened in the wall behind him.
Lenny went through this door first, but Stephen stopped and turned to face the huge bouncer. "What time do you get off tonight, big guy?"
Mike grinned down at the shorter wolf. "My shift ends in about fifteen minutes," the massive grizzly rumbled. "As to when I get off, I guess that depends on the situation DownStairs. Now get outta here, I can't keep this door open long." Stephen flashed the bear a grin, thanked him, and headed through the door, closing it softly behind him.
The secret door opened into a narrow staircase, leading down into the building's basement. About halfway down the steps stood Lenny, with an odd expression on his muzzle. "Flirting with Mikey? The first time you came here, you were scared to go near him."
Stephen chuckled. "That was before my first time down here." The pair both laughed and continued down the stairs.
The staircase ended in a wider area that resembled a locker room, with rows of small lockers. Most of the lockers were the standard small lockers found in gyms everywhere, but with an electronic lock with a small display and a card slot designed to accommodate the cards they'd used to gain entry into the area known as DownStairs. Stephen selected a locker whose display read "UNUSED", placed his card into the slot and pressed his thumb against the small print scanner on the lock. There was a small beep, and the locker popped open. Stephen placed his keys and wallet into it, and started to remove his shirt.
"Don't," Lenny purred softly, placing a paw over his friend's. "I want to do that myself...inside." Stephen grinned and closed his locker, looking to make sure the lock held his card securely until he released the lock with his thumbprint, while Lenny secured his valuables in another. The two males embraced, pulling one another into a passionate kiss that lasted quite some time. They finally broke the kiss, and smiled lustily at one another.
"Let's go see who's doing what to who down here," Stephen murred.
Lenny agreed excitedly, and the two went arm-in-arm through the wide door in the far end of the locker room, into what most patrons of the lower facility called "the Hub". This large, semicircular room was comfortably furnished, with several large couches and many thick, decadent-looking pillows scattered about. Occupying these at the moment were perhaps some twentydd male furs of various races, all of them nude, aroused, and enjoying one another's company to put it mildly. One golden retriever, in particular, was having a great deal of fun with the wolf behind him, the fox beneath him, and the tabby cat in his muzzle. Another group consisted of a large, handsome rottweiler and a tiger wearing a cowboy hat, a rainbow bandanna around his neck, and nothing else; their performance had earned them a sizable crowd of onlookers and several wet stains in their fur, none of which they seemed to mind. Small tables were scattered about almost randomly, each bearing an assortment of various lubricants, flavored and unflavored, as well a few toys here and there. A large-screen TV dominated one wall, displaying a film of other males engaged in similar activity, to which several of the patrons pleasured themselves or each other while watching. Several doors in the wall around the room led off to other rooms, some of which offered privacy, or more elaborate equipment for various assorted kinks. One wall had a small bar, which served drinks and snacks to furs not otherwise occupied, or seeking a break from the festivities. A slender, wiry fox in a very skimpy speedo tended bar. Currently, he had no customers, and he watched the activities in the center of the room with obvious interest. His speedo had long since failed to hide his erection, and he sat on a stool behind the bar, stroking himself slowly. He smiled at the two newcomers, and waved hello. "Hey, guys, nice to see ya, even if I'm not seeing all of ya yet." The fox's leer was shameless, and he continued his slow masturbation as he greeted Stephen and Lenny. "Can I get ya anything?"
Stephen returned the fox's grin lecherously. "No thanks, Todd, looks like you've got your paws full already. Careful there, you know your boss won't like it if he sees you with cum in your fur while you're on duty."
Todd's grin got even wider. "Don't worry, I can always find a willing recipient whenever I'm ready to shoot."
Stephen laughed, then turned to the leopard on his arm. "In here, Hot Spots, or do you want to take it private?"
Lenny looked to his lupine companion and began to lead him to the nearest couch. "In here, fuzzybutt. I want an audience for this."
The two gravitated to the couch, and began kissing again. Their tongues danced, their mouths making soft noises of pleasure. They embraced, paws roaming freely. Lenny slid his paws underneath Stephen's shirt, running his fingers through the wolf's soft, white fur, sliding the shirt up slowly to reveal the broad chest barely hidden by the thin fabric. Stephen busied himself by pulling up on Lenny's tank top, sliding one paw up the cat's slender stomach and the other down into his shorts.
Lenny did not fail to notice this rather direct act by his friend. "Already going for the gold, are we?" he laughed. "I hate to interrupt, but at least let me get this shirt off you before you go any farther." Stephen smiled back and held up his arms, allowing the leopard to slide the shirt off over his head. The garment was tossed aside with a negligent flip, and Lenny took a moment to admire his friend's build. "Damn, but you're hot, Steve," the cat purred.
This remark caused Stephen to giggle and strike a bodybuilder's pose, muscles visibly moving beneath the fur. He was rewarded with some applause from the other males in the room, as well as a few rather lewd suggestions, most of which he'd already intended to do anyway.
"You're a ham," Lenny laughed. "Now stand still and let me finish stripping you." With a sensual slowness, the leopard stepped closer to his friend and teasingly undid the wolf's top button. Stephen watched his friend work, the bulge in his shorts growing more prominent as the leopard's paws came close to his crotch. Lenny slowed his pace, taking his time and carefully undoing each button of the wolf's fly. He then leaned forward, burying his nose in the fur just above the wolf's waistline, as he reached around to undo the button on the tail flap. With all fasteners undone, Lenny slowly slid the skimpy shorts down, revealing to all present his wolf buddy's fully erect and throbbing seven-inch maleness. "Hot damn," the leopard purred, "does this thing ever go down?"
"Not without a good reason, Hot Spots," the wolf replied. "But now it's my turn to strip you." Stephen kicked his shorts aside and pulled his friend back to his feet, stripping off the tank top. Casting it aside, he caught his friend in a tight embrace, murring softly as their bodies touched fur to fur. Stephen kissed his friend hotly, sliding his paws down to the waistband of the Lenny's shorts. The catch on the tail flap was no obstacle, and soon both males stood totally nude, to the great appreciation of the others in the room. They continued the embrace for some time, kissing and rubbing their bodies and their cocks against each other, smearing their precum over the organs and into their fur.
Stephen stepped back, grinning lustily at his buddy. "So what do you want, Hot Spots?"
Lenny looked thoughtful for a moment, then glanced downward and purred. "First, I wanna suck you off," he answered, guiding the wolf backwards to sit on the couch. "Then I want to fuck you cross-eyed, spooge all over you, and lay back and watch you have your fun for a while. Finally, I want you to bend me over, fuck me silly, and tie to me with that thick knot of yours."
Stephen laughed, and rubbed a paw over Lenny's ears, scritching them gently. "You know what I like, don't ya, kitty?"
Lenny replied to this with a kiss, then proceeded to lick and nuzzle his way down the wolf's wiry body, giving special attention to the areas he knew were most sensitive to touch. He spent quite some time nibbling on his partner's nipples, eliciting a moan from the wolf squirming pleasurably beneath him. Eventually, Lenny made his way down to Stephen's crotch, and gently wrapped the fingers of one paw around the erect shaft, which was by now oozing pre freely.
Stephen smiled down at his friend. "Go on, Lenny. Stroke it, suck it, whatever you want."
Lenny squeezed the wolf's shaft firmly, making his friend yelp. "Don't rush me," he chided with a smile. "I want to make sure I get this right." He then proceeded to lick his friend's shaft like a lollipop, before sliding his muzzle over the wolf's throbbing rod to deliver a blowjob of the highest order.
It wasn't long at all before Stephen, excited by the thick scent of male arousal in the room and the sight of the handsome leopard going down on him, clenched his teeth together and grasped at the couch cushions, grunting out his orgasm. Lenny purred around the twitching, throbbing shaft in his muzzle, hoping to enhance the sensations even as he eagerly swallowed as much of his friend's love-juices as he could. Pulling his muzzle off the slick shaft slowly, Lenny grinned teasingly up at the wolf. "That didn't take long," he teased.
Stephen soon regained his breath, and cupped his friend's chin gently in a paw. "That was just Round One, sexy," he replied before leaning down and kissing his friend passionately. There was a round of applause from the pawful of other males who had watched the display of skillful fellatio on Lenny's part, the loudest from behind the couch. Breaking the kiss, Stephen looked up into the face of Mike as the bear smiled down at him over the back of the couch. "Hi there," he said up to the huge bear.
"Hi yourself," rumbled the huge grizzly, his muzzle split by a mischievous grin. His thick paw slid down Stephen's shoulder to massage the wolf's chest with a surprisingly gentle touch. "Did I miss anything?"
"Just the shortest blowjob I've ever given in my life," quipped Lenny, who was sliding his paw up the inside of Stephen's thigh to poke a finger gently at his friend's tailhole.
Stephen responded by pinching the leopard's ear a bit firmly. "You know I shoot quick the first time if I'm really excited," the wolf replied. "Besides, no male alive could last long in that hot muzzle of yours."
"Flattery has already gotten you everywhere with me, handsome," said Lenny with a laugh, "but feel free to dispense it all the same."
Mike couldn't resist a laugh at the bantering. "So what's next on the agenda?" the bear asked.
Lenny, meanwhile, had slowly been working a finger into Stephen's ass, pushing and twisting it gently. Stephen responded to this by spreading his legs wider to allow the leopard better access. "I'm gonna get fucked but good," the wolf answered, then glanced up at the bear again, grinning wickedly. "Maybe more than once."
Mike murred, a rumble that came from somewhere deep within his thick ursine chest. "That's a very real possibility, cutie."
Lenny purred softly, smiling at the two other males. "At least let me get him stretched out a bit," he joked, sliding a second finger into the wolf's tight hole slowly, causing the wolf to moan a bit. "That monstrous meat of yours could tear him apart!"
"It didn't last time," Mike replied, standing to his full height and laying the meat in question over the back of the couch. The bear's cock was already hard, its eleven-inch length thick and ridged with crisscrossing veins, the rounded tip oozing precum. Stephen turned to gaze at the organ, and grinned lustily, his tongue reaching out to tease the thick shaft.
"Let's move this to the floor," Mike suggested, "if you guys don't mind. The back of this couch is just gonna get in the way." The other two males heartily agreed, and the threesome moved over to a pile of thick cushions on the floor. Stephen laid himself out like a willing sacrifice, arms and legs spread wide and a wicked smile on his muzzle.
Lenny couldn't resist a giggle. "Silly wuff," he laughed, then sank to his knees and, with a bottle of lubricant from a nearby table, resumed his finger-probe beneath the white wolf's tail.
Mike also went to his knees, facing the other two males, with his immense cock within easy reach of Steve's tongue. He pressed down on the base of his sheath, angling his huge meat down towards the wolf's waiting muzzle, and was very soon rewarded for his efforts by the sensation of the end of his rod being licked and massaged by Stephen's lips.
Lenny purred softly as he watched his friend begin to fellate the huge bear, and his fingers twisted and probed teasingly, eliciting a pleasurable squirm and a soft moan that came out around the half of Mike's dick that Stephen had drawn into his muzzle.
The bear grinned at Lenny wickedly. "Make him moan again, that feels good." Lenny complied eagerly, his free paw squeezing the wolf's scrotum gently, and watched the hunky bear's reactions as Steve moaned louder.
The wolf worked as much of Mike's immense cock into his muzzle as he could manage, and bobbed his head up and down the thick shaft, massaging it with his tongue and the muscles of his throat.
Lenny's eyes went a bit wide as he watched his friend deep-throat the vast bearcock. "Damn, buddy...for a wolf, you're one hell of a cock hound!" Stephen replied by wiggling his rump playfully, and squeezing his friend's fingers with his tailhole.
Mike pulled his thick cock away from Steve's muzzle slowly, and leaned down to kiss the wolf gently on the nose. "Feels good, man," the bear rumbled, "and someday I'm gonna have to let you suck me completely off, but right now I want to watch Lenny fuck you 'fore I pound yer ass m'self."
Stephen returned the kiss with a lusty smile. "You got it, big guy." He turned his gaze to the handsome leopard fingering him, and lifted his hips. "Hey, Hot Spots, howzabout you replace those fingers with something a little thicker?"
"You got it, sexy," Lenny purred, removing his fingers and scooting himself forward to rub the tip of his cock teasingly against Stephen's tailhole, smearing his pre over the already well-lubed pucker before pushing himself forward, pushing his tip in past the tight ring of muscle. He pumped himself in and out of the wolf's hot body at a slow, measured pace, and leaned over his friend's body to kiss him firmly on the muzzle.
Stephen moaned with pleasure as the leopard's cock entered him, and returned the kiss hotly as he wrapped his legs around his friend's waist, locking his ankles and pulling his friend into him. "Fuck me, Lenny," he implored as the kiss broke for a moment. "Gimme all that dick, hard and fast!"
Lenny complied eagerly, driving his cock deep into his friend's body with each fierce thrust, plunging with such force that the wolf's entire body rocked on the cushions. Their display of wanton lust was not lost on Mike, who still sat on his knees near Steve's head, slowly stroking himself as the other two males mated. Precum oozed freely from his immense cock, and he allowed the rivulet to drip from his shaft onto Stephen's face fur. The scent and feel of bear pre only seemed to fuel the wolf's libido, and Stephen pulled his feline lover into him with ever-wilder abandon.
The cat's body tensed, trembling, as the furious pace continued. "Gonna cum soon, sexy," Lenny grunted, and Stephen replied by squeezing the invading shaft hard with his tailhole.
"Pull it out and shoot that nasty fuckin' load all over me, Lenny," Steve implored, unlocking his legs to permit his friend to comply. The leopard did, pulling his cock from his friend's ass and taking aim. He was just in time; his body wracked with orgasm less than two seconds later, his cock erupting to splatter his seed over Stephen's belly, chest and face. The wolf lay there, muzzle wide open to catch any stray drops, and Mike leaned over to rub his paw through Steve's splattered fur, then licked traces of leopard spooge from his fingers. Lenny slumped to lie atop his friend as his orgasm subsided, and he hugged the wolf tightly, regardless of - or perhaps, because of - the mess in his coat. Stephen hugged back, nuzzling the cat tenderly. "Thank you, Lenny," he murred softly into the leopard's ear.
Lenny quickly regained his breath, and licked a trace of his own seed from Stephen's chin with a smile. "Any time, handsome."
A sound from above Stephen's head got their attention, and the both looked up to see Mike golf-clapping, a grin on his muzzle. "Great show, guys."
Stephen gave the bear's oozing cock a lick and a squeeze with his paw. "Audience participation is encouraged, big guy," he murred suggestively.
Lenny gave his friend a soft kiss on the cheek and rolled off, scooting over to one side to get a good view. Sitting back comfortably, he took one of the toys, which closely matched the size and shape of Stephen's cock, and a bottle of lubricant. "Carry on, gentlemen, I'll just be over here preparing myself for the Grand Finale." Smiling in response to the lusty grins of the wolf, bear, and numerous observers, he generously applied the lube to himself and worked his tailhole with his fingers, much as he had done to Stephen earlier.
Stephen sat up and turned to Mike, his paw stroking the bear's immense length. "How do you want me, big guy?"
Mike stood and embraced the wolf tightly, lifting him from his feet. "Hold on to me," he rumbled. Stephen threw his arms around the bear's neck, thick arms braced up his legs, and huge paws guided his hips. He felt the head of the immense cock press against his still-slick tailhole, and forced the ring of muscle to relax in order to admit the huge rod of flesh. Mike pulled Stephen down onto his cock gently, and murred deeply as he slowly entered the wolf's body. "Mmmh...yeah," the bear moaned, "Tight ass on my dick, you feel good, wuffie."
Stephen shuddered with pleasure as the immense bear penetrated him so carefully, and he nibbled gently at a round ear. "You feel good inside me, Mike," he replied softly. "Now fuck me with that giant dick."
Mike slowly accelerated the pace at which he pulled and pushed on the wolf's hips, and Stephen moaned as he clung to the huge bear. Lenny watched the elaborate display of carefully applied strength with a lusty smile as he began to work the dildo he'd chosen into himself.
Stephen rode Mike's vast cock eagerly, as the bear buried his muzzle in the wolf's cum-splattered chest fur. "Harder," the wolf moaned, "Pound my ass with that monster cock!"
"You want it, you got it, handsome," Mike replied, and proceeded to impale Stephen at a pace that shook the wolf's entire body. He watched the wolf's face carefully, but Stephen's expression showed no pain, only lusty bliss, and Mike abandoned all restraint. He lowered Stephen gently to the cushions, lifting the wolf's hips so as to be able to fuck "down" into the wolf's body, adding his own mass to the muscle behind the thrusts.
Stephen cried out ecstatically, shouting encouragements to the huge bear. "Fuck yeah, gimme all that dick! Fuck me hard an' flood my ass with hot bear cum!" Stephen tightened his sphincter around the bear's immense cock, hoping to drive his large partner over the edge.
He didn't have to wait long. The bear gave vent to a thunderous roar and buried himself deep inside Stephen, who moaned wit pleasure as he felt the thick bear cock erupt inside him, flooding his body with such a vast load of bear seed that a trace escaped him, oozing out around the huge shaft.
Mike bucked his hips gently as he panted, grinning down at the wolf smiling up at him. "Maybe it's good I pulled outta yer muzzle, feels like I might've drowned ya."
"I can think of worse ways to go," Stephen replied with a chuckle.
A moan of pleasure attracted their attention, and they turned to gaze at Lenny, who was fucking himself steadily with the dildo while pinching his nipples with a free paw.
Mike kissed Stephen's forehead gently and puled himself slowly out of the wolf. "Looks like he's about ready for ya. I gotta go find some towels."
"Don't miss the show, bud," Steve said, nuzzling the bear gently.
"Don't worry, I most definitely won't!" Mike grinned, and padded off in search of a few towels.
Stephen carefully slid over to the leopard, placing his paw over Lenny's on the sex toy. Lenny looked up at the handsome wolf; his eyes were alight with lust...and something more? "Stephen," Lenny purred, "make love to me..."
Stephen kissed his friend passionately, laying back and pulling the cat over himself. He laid the used plastic penis aside, hugging Lenny tightly as the leopard straddled his waist. "Gladly," he murred, settling the tip of his member beneath Lenny's tail.
Lenny sat up, slowly sliding himself down the wolf's thick shaft, his eyes locked with Stephen's. Paws roamed slowly over furred bodies, as wolf and leopard focused only on one another. The Hub might as well have been empty for all they cared, and neither one noticed Mike's return with a pawful of towels, nor did they react when he collected the used toy, wrapped it in a towel, and took it behind the bar for cleaning.
Lenny rose and fell upon Stephen's wolfhood, moaning softly as the thick knot threatened to press into his body and lock them together. Stephen's paw wrapped gently around the leopard's erect rod, stroking slowly along its length. Neither fur spoke; the only sounds were moans of lust and pleasure. Words were unnecessary.
Lenny grunted as Stephen's knot pushed past his ring of muscle and locked into his body, and the leopard squeezed the base of his friend's shaft and bounced, tugging at the thick knot. Stephen's paw twisted and squeezed over Lenny's cock, the organ throbbing under his fingers as the cat's second orgasm neared.
Leonard wrapped his arms around Stephen's torso and embraced the lupine tightly, moaning ecstatically as his cock erupted once again, spilling his seed onto his friend's chest and belly. The scent and feel of the leopard's shuddering orgasm drove Stephen over the edge, and his howl reverberated throughout the Hub, causing every eye in the place to turn towards them. Lenny purred deeply as he felt the wolf's orgasm flood his body, spreading the warmth throughout his entire being.
They lay there for some time, basking in the afterglow, and Stephen nearly blushed as the applause caught their attention. Lenny's smile was like the rising sun, and he kissed his spotted friend passionately.
"That was beautiful, guys," rumbled an immense voice, and the two looked up at Mike's grin and accepted the beers he offered greatfully.
"Thanks," said Stephen, as the three clinked bottles. "Cheers."
They sat and drank in silence, then Lenny carefully rose, pulling gently off Stephen's knot with a wet-sounding pop. The three of them giggled, and Stephen rose as well. "Thank you for a wonderful time, Mike."
"No problem, guys," the bear replied with a grin. "You two need to hit the showers."
Grinning wickedly, both cum-smeared males hugged the big bear, spreading the mess into the grizzly's coat. "So do you, now," Lenny laughed.
"Not yet," Mike rumbled. "I plan on getting a lot messier before the night is over."
The wolf and leopard smiled at him, and padded off across the thickly carpeted floor to the door to the showers. Wordlessly, they took turns soaping each other over with the fur shampoo, scrubbing and rinsing the evidence of the night's festivities out of their coats, and both luxuriated shamelessly under the fur dryers.
They passed through the Hub again, stopping briefly to glance around the room and collect their scattered clothing. Stephen pointed out Mike with a smile, observing that the crowd around the big bear would most definitely fulfill his plans for spoogey stickiness.
Once in the locker room, both males slipped into their shorts for modesty's sake, but neither seemed inclined to put their shirts back on. That would pose no problem, as the Staircase's dance floors often abounded with shirtless males. Stephen retrieved his wallet and keys, and closed the locker, clearing it for another user and pulling his passkey from the slot. He turned to Lenny and realized the leopard was watching him, and seemed a bit nervous. "You ok, buddy?"
"Steve, do you mind if I stayed with you tonight? I don't trust myself to drive at the moment," he broke off and sighed, looking slightly forlorn, "and I just don't want to be alone tonight."
The wolf hugged his friend tightly, planting a soft kiss on the leopard's cheek. "You know you're welcome in my home, and my bed, at any time, buddy."
Lenny returned the hug, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry, Steve...I've just been dumping on you all night..."
"Shh, it's okay, buddy. I'm here for you, whatever you need."
"You're too good to me, Stephen," Lenny seemed on the verge of tears. "We've been friends for years, and you've given so much to me...You helped me come out to my family, comforted me when my father died, you were the first male I ever had sex with, and through it all I feel like I've never given anything back."
"You've given me plenty, buddy," Stephen replied warmly. "You've made my life a lot brighter. Really."
"I realized something tonight, Steve," Lenny responded. "I guess I should have figured this out years ago." He gazed intently into the wolf's eyes. "You love me. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, and I'm sorry I didn't notice it before...but I love you too."
Stephen couldn't speak. He felt as if his heart would burst from his chest at the acknowledgement he'd never in his wildest dreams hope to hear, and he hugged the leopard who'd become the most important thing in his life tenderly.
"Why didn't you say something a long time ago, Steve?"
"I wasn't sure how you'd take it, buddy. I figured you'd say something eventually, but until you did, I was perfectly content with your friendship."
"And the occasional groin-grinding?" Lenny joked.
Steve smiled warmly at the leopard. "Yeah, the sex was good."
"Was?"
"Okay, is. You're an incredibly sexy guy, and I was honored to call you my friend. I'm overjoyed now that I can call you my lover as well."
Lenny ran his fingers through his lover's chest fur, and smiled. "We have a lot to talk about, but it's late, we're both tired, and this locker room is hardly the place to plan out the rest of our lives."
Steve kissed Lenny soundly, then whispered into his ear. "Let's go home."
Fin | DownStairs 1 - An Introduction by Stilghar | [
"Anal",
"Bear",
"Gay",
"Leopard",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Orgy",
"Wolf"
] |
Walk a Mile Day 1, Part 1: Citrus
Heather moaned softly, everything felt funny. Her body felt thick and heavy, her mind felt fuzzy. Or was it the other way around? She wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that it was dark, she was in bed, snuggled up under the nice warm covers, and her head hurt a little bit. What had happened? Where was she?
She thought back to the previous evening. Oooh yeah! It had been the big night, her opportunity to stick it to those perverted aliens and their sick, disgusting, sinful company. She was a part of the Pure Blood movement, a human group against genetic engineering, re-engineering, enhancement, and sexual engagements with anything non-baseline human.
The goal was to sneak into the facility where Alpha Genetic Designs had its primary data storage facility, where all the genetic codes for the company's engineered sex toys were kept and accessed. If she could just destroy the mainframe, they wouldn't be able to produce their abominations any more.
She remembered sneaking in through an office window and making it out into the hallway, avoiding the cameras and scanners on her way to the computer core room. It was actually pretty ingenious keeping something so important in a small, out of the way, unimportant location. No one would ever have found it if it had been just a few days later, when they shielded the data line to make the flow look much, much smaller. But Heather had.
Her branch of the Pure Bloods were a bit more extreme than most, and would resort to acts of sabotage to damage the efforts of those that they saw were polluting the moral and genetic structure of the human race. Just because they had to share the universe with such lustful beasts as the Leiaou didn't mean they had to stoop to their level with things.
Disgusting cats, no concept of gender, a bunch of sluts and whores, the entire race. All they were interested in was sex, most had it several times a day with a number of partners. Many had no bonds with any other one individual, and it was unheard of for one to devote herself exclusively to a single partner. Repugnant feline succubi, the whole race.
Heather remembered getting to the computer core room, getting ready to plant the explosives when... when... she couldn't remember clearly. There was a soft noise, like wind through grass, and a sudden pain in her head, and then nothing. She lifted her head from the bed and looked around. It was total darkness, she couldn't see anything. She could move her arms and legs, though. The mattress was comfortable, and the blanket soft. Maybe she had just dreamed the raid?
Suddenly there was a weight against her back, a warm body pressing against her, a soft purr filling her ears, a rough tongue lapping at her neck. Oh no... they hadn't! Heather felt something warm and hard pressed up against her rump. They had! They'd done something to her, they'd probably raped her while she was unconscious.
She felt leather padded handpaws slipping around her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples, drawing a moan from her. The paws slid down her body, over her belly, over her hips, and back... up her tail?!
Th... they had perverted her body! It was bad enough that they had raped her while she was alseep, but polluting her genes, that was worse! That was rape on a spiritual level. Heather tried to pull away, tried to struggle, but she found herself unable to move. The Leiaou's hands returned to her belly, and dipped downward to her sex.
Oh no! Oh no! Oh yes! Heather found herself moaning again, gasping, pressing back against the feline monster. She felt her legs spreading instinctively, allowing the harlot's fingers into her. She began to pant, her hips bucking. Her traitorous hands found their way to her breasts, breasts far more plentiful than the ones nature had given Heather. They had turned her into one of them, an oversexed, fur covered beast-slut!
Heather began to moan loudly, she felt the cat-bitch press up further against her, taking the scruff of her neck in her mouth. She yowled in protest as the cat removed her fingers, Heather's sex-toy body longing for the lustful sins this filthy she-cat had to provide. She shivered as the feline cock slid into her, inhumanly shaped and covered with small spines that tickled her insides in ways she had never imagined possible.
Oh it felt so good, but it was so wrong! The feline temptresses had designed themselves to offer sinister pleasures of the flesh to tempt other species into taking the dark path into mixing of genetic lines, polluting them with their own vile genes.
She felt a hot, wet explosion inside of her, a climax far more powerful than anything she had experienced during her own lusts overwhelmed her and demanded she violate herself. She arched he back and growled like the animal that they'd made her as she came. She felt the disgusting dual gendered creature erupt into her, and suddenly found herself overwhelmed with sensation.
What she felt went beyond orgasm, beyond climax, it was... something the human body didn't have the capacity to feel. It felt wonderful, it made her feel more alive, more vibrant. It made her want more. But Heather recognized it for what it was, it was like a drug, a lure, an addiction that they wanted to instill in her to get her to willingly reduce herself to their level.
Heather wouldn't play their game. She would refuse. She wouldn't bow to their demands, she would overcome her... oh fuck, why was she rolling over? Unbidden, her arms wrapped themselves around the furry body of her rapist. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the feline's muzzle, their tongues meeting.
"Good morning, sister." she heard the words, she felt her vocal chords give voice to them. But they hadn't come from her mind or her will. They hadn't even sounded like her voice
"Good morning, Citrus." the feline purred back.
Citrus? That wasn't her name! She wouldn't let herself be called by that name, not if she could help it. She willed herself to bite, to claw, to show this creature that she couldn't get away with warping her this way.
But instead she found herself scooting downward in the bed, her lips finding their way to the feline's nipple. She wanted to throw up, she was... nursing from this creature. Urgh! It was warm and sweet in her mouth, and... tasted like strawberries?
"That's enough, cutie, we have to get ready for work. We can play later, right before bed." the feline purred, gently prying Heather's head from her breast.
"But I love your milk, 'Berry." the altered human found herself saying.
She felt a playful slap on her rump, "Get in the bathroom and wash up, you're on first duty. And besides, you might want to explain to your little passenger what's going on."
Passenger? Heather didn't like the sound of that at all.
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Heather felt herself getting up from the bed, her muscles moving on their own, walking in the darkness. Heather just waited to run into something, or trip over an unseen item in the darkness, but such things never came. Instead her hand found the wall, gliding across the smoother surface until it came into contact with a door frame. Whoever had hijacked her body was familiar with this place and had no problems finding the light switch and flipped it on.
The captive girl caught her reflection in the mirror and gasped, or she would of if she had control of her body. What she saw in the mirror was horrible, terrible, hideous. She was a skunk. A skunk with yellow, orange, and white fur, long white hair, and a body that just screamed out to be fucked. A perfect hourglass figure, a lithe and trim, but solid muscle tone, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Unnaturally blue eyes set in a face that could bewitch men and women alike with a smile. A face that was smirking at her in the mirror.
Her hand reached out for a brush of its own volition, and began fixing her long main of silky white hair. "Okay, that's enough of that. First of all, this isn't your body. this is MY body. You're just fine, you're in a full sensory immersion pod owned by the very company your tried to sabotage the other night. We've hacked your cyberlink, and you're getting direct feed from my own body." the skunk explained.
Heather would have sighed with relief, but again she couldn't control the physical form she was feeling at the moment. She was only linked via remote to this genetically engineered hussy, her own pure flesh and blood had not been tainted. Or at least she hoped it hadn't. A pleasant, warm feeling began to emanate from her.. their chest. The skunk was groping their breasts!
"The remote link is a little bit backwards of how it usually works. Normally the remote user, IE you, is situated in the SIMM pod, feeling the sensation of the remote body, able to read and override thoughts, feelings, and actions. Though not in this case. I hear what you think. We share the same senses for the time being. I can let you control my body, if I feel like it. Now, I'm letting you have control for the moment, don't do anything stupid, or I'll stuff you right back into the corner of my mind that you're currently occupying." Citrus warned her 'rider.'
The human suddenly found the weird, heavy, fuzzy, detached feelings fading, along with the perceived pain in her head. The link was at full power, Heather now had no connection with her own senses whatsoever. All she experienced was now limited to the body of the sex-toy skunkette. She gasped softly and gripped the edges with the sink.
Her entire body felt good, a warm, wonderful, pleasant sensation that seemed to emanate from every portion of her body. "Wh-what is this?" she gasped, her own voice coming from the skunk's throat.
"The Afterglow Effect." Citrus replied, their shared face showing a grin.
Heather shivered and sat down on the toilet, waiting for it to go away. Afterglow was a genetic enhancement that heightened sexual pleasure, and induced hormones into the bloodstream that brought about a sensation of physical euphoria. It rewarded those that were sexually active with not only the intense, but brief pleasure of orgasm, but a lasting feeling of pleasure and satisfaction. It was an incredibly popular genetic alteration. It encouraged promiscuity and sexual deviancy. Depending on the stimulation, Afterglow could take a number of different effects. In this case it felt like being caressed simultaneously over her entire body, invisible fingertips slowly stroking her.
"Make it stop." Heather whispered, feeling her arousal beginning to build from the sensation.
Citrus giggled and shook their head, "Nope. You can either wait twenty minutes for it to go away, or you can override it yourself."
Heather shivered again, it felt so wrong to have two people in one body. She felt the motions Citrus made, felt her words coming out of their shared throat. The feeling was unsettling every time she felt control of their body pulled out of her metaphorical hands. "H-how do I override?"
"You have to masturbate. My Afterglow has been designed to trigger only by climax brought about by others. Climaxing from self stimulation will flush the Afterglow hormones from my system." the sex-toy skunk said with a giggle.
The human felt slightly nauseous. "No way." she said, gritting their teeth. She wouldn't lower herself to that. Even if this wasn't her body, she wouldn't pollute her mind by doing that. She still felt guilty for the few times in her life when she'd been overcome, and in a moment of weakness stooped to satisfying her animal lusts.
"Now that's just silly. Why feel guilty for making yourself feel good? I doubt you feel guilty for eating ice cream, or chocolate, or any treat like that which is just about devoid of any nutritional value. You don't feel guilty for being entertained by a Tri-D movie, or playing a video game. So why should you be ashamed for something that feels good, and provides you with enjoyment and entertainment? It's your body, why should you feel bad for an act that's biologically designed to feel good?" Citrus said with a snort.
"Because it's wrong! Sex is..." Heather began, only to find the vocal chords she shared with Citrus hijacked.
"Sex is what? A vile, dirty, corrupt act that should be ignored at all costs, save for procreational purposes? A biological drive that isn't fit for rational, sentient, thinking beings? A bestial act that should be left to lesser creatures? It's a perfectly natural biological function. You eat, you sleep, you breath, you have sex. It's a perfectly normal activity. I don't understand portions of your race at all. Convinced your uncovered bodies are something to be ashamed of and the act of sex is a crime. Why is it wrong?"
"You think it's wrong simply because your parents and peers taught you that it was wrong, as their parents and peers did before them, all the way back to when females were looked upon as property and superstitions ruled your race entirely. Why base your moral values on the views and teachings of men who were dead centuries before you were born? It seems silly to cling to something so rigidly. Things are supposed to change, to bend, to take on new shapes as new situations and stresses are applied. Things adapt to changing environments, or things die out."
Citrus sighed, "Anyway, enough talk. Into the shower with us. we want to look our best for work."
Ignoring the low throb between her legs, Heather moved their body toward the shower, turning it on and waiting for the water to heat. She was a little stunned, shocked into silence, she'd never had a talking to like that before. She had been forced to listen, essentially. Usually when people talked like that to her, she walked away, or turned away from them and zoned out, ignoring them. It had struck her like a slap to the face.
"I'm sorry for being so blunt, but you're in my head calling me filthy names, thinking you're so much better than me just because you have the inefficient, trial and error, long, slow, drawn out process of adaptation created genes. It doesn't make you any better, or any worse. It just makes you different. Genetic diversity is a wonderful thing, and sexual reproduction allows for the optimal circumstances to enhance it. Technology has allowed us to dramatically alter ourselves as individuals, and as a race. It's made it so that everyone can alter their DNA and their bodies in a way that makes them feel the most comfortable, to give them the best fulfillment of life. Adaptation to a particular environment isn't much needed for sentient species as a whole anymore. With FTL travel, terraforming, and all that stuff, species can find and create their preferred environment. It's enhancing the quality of the life for the individual that sould be important."
Both were silent for awhile, stepping into the shower, enjoying the flow of hot jets of water over their furred body. Heather and Citrus both found it enjoyable, both of them sighing with enjoyment at the same time. Heather picked up the bottle of shampoo and poured a goodly amount into their handpaw, lathering up their hair, and then their body fur.
They stepped back from the spray, massaging the shampoo into their fur, a pleasant tingle occurring where the suds remained for more than a few moments. Heather bit their lip, trying to ignore the increasing desire in their loins. Her handpaws avoided the region, not wanting to accidentally stimulate herself. The human rider was sure that if she so much as gently brushed their sex, she wouldn't be able to resist any longer, and succumb to the urge to fuck.
She stepped forward again, rinsing the soap from her fur. Citrus had left her in complete control again. Somehow Heather could tell the difference when the skunk's consciousness was ready to pounce and seize control away from her, and when she was simply laying back and letting Heather move their shared body.
With the shampoo washed away, the conditioner came next, producing a similar sensation of tingling. Heather spent a little more time with the conditioner, rubbing it into Citrus' tail, exploring an appendage that she herself lacked.
Her arousal was getting annoying, and that Afterglow feeling wasn't helping at all. Heather didn't think she could last another fifteen minutes with it going like that, she would be forced into a lustful fit of self-pleasuring. If she was going to do it anyway, she might as well chose where and when. And after all, this wasn't HER body. Citrus probably pleasured herself every morning in the shower anyway.
"I do." Citrus said with a chuckle, "You're right. The glow is a little distracting sometimes, especially when you want to get on task for something, like getting ready for work. Go ahead and do whatever you feel like. I usually go into work an hour early anyways."
Heather sighed and sat down on the edge of the tub, legs spread, her fingers tentatively moving towards her slit.
"It feels better if you use the bottle, that's why I get that brand. Not because I find the shampoo outstanding, but because the shape of the container makes a great sex toy." Citrus giggled.
Heather found her hand darting to the bottle out of her own will and desire, pushing it needfully into her aching snatch. The bottle had a scalloped shape, curved bumps on the sides. The feeling as her netherlips slid over them made Heather weak in the knees. If she hadn't already been sitting down, then she would have fallen right on her tail.
The slightly painful ache quickly faded, replaced by a pleasant, throbbing warmth. The skunkette's body was designed for sex, and it took the bottle in effortlessly. The human found herself purring softly, a feline characteristic that all Leiaou engineered creatures had. Heather had to admit that it was a pleasant sound, and made it easy to indicate one's pleasure.
It was wonderful, the skunkette's tight walls eagerly clutched at the sides of the bottle, their sensitivity obviously enhanced beyond anything a normal person would experience. Heather felt Citrus move her other hand, her fingers seeking out the small nub of her clitoris. The merest touch made Heather cry out. She dropped to her knees at the bottom of the tub, laying on the slick, smooth plastic, her nipples rubbing against it with each thrust her body made, adding to her pleasure.
She could see why people would mod themselves to this extent, it felt incredible, the intense pleasure more than anything Heather had ever experienced before. She pawed frantically at her clit, driving the bottle in and out of her sex and an equally rapid pace. The human rider had expected to be reduced to a state of animal lust, where her mind filled with nothing but the urge to rut, but it was quite different.
There was a clarity in her thoughts and senses, she felt like she could feel every single tiny hair on her furred body. It felt like there was a balloon of purest pleasure being inflated inside of her, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger, eager to burst.
And burst it did, Heather was only faintly aware of a hot stickiness that covered her hands, and the smell of lemon and orange on the air. He world had turned white, purest radiant white filling all of her sense as her borrowed body experienced an enhanced climax.
The journey down from the peak was pleasant, mild twitches that resulted in tiny orgasms, the stimulation removed, but her sex still granting her a physical reward for her exertion. Heather couldn't even move, all she could do was lie there and let her body finish. Citrus, however, seemed to be able to recover quicker, taking control of their body again, standing them up and washing their climactic fluids from their fur.
She also licked the bottle clean. Heather was disgusted by it at first, but apparently like the feline hermaphrodite Strawberry, Citrus' own sexual secretions were flavored.
"Shemale." corrected Citrus.
Heather drew a blank at that.
"Strawberry, she's a feline shemale, not a hermaphrodite. Female in everything except the genitalia, where she's completely male."
Heather wanted to feel nauseous at that, the fact that such a deviant creature had not only been pressed up against her, but had engaged in sexual intercourse with her. Well... not her, exactly. But the body whose senses she was sharing.
"Oh don't even start. It's a perfectly normal form for an engineered life form to have, or to be re-engineered into. Some males don't want to go all the way, be it because they want to remain men in some way, or that they just want to have a curvaceous body, or just because they themselves prefer a chick with a dick. Our shemale models outsell their standard male counterparts by fifty percent. A great deal of purchasers prefer the female body shape. Softer, curvier, and our female customers can share clothes with them. A lot of our female clients purchase us not only as a lover, but as a friend and confidant, and find us easier to relate to when we resemble females." Citrus said, turning off the shower and stepping out onto the drying vent.
Heather had begun to recover from the overwhelming climax that the two of them had just experienced. She had guessed that Citrus was an engineered love toy...
"Companion." the skunk corrected, now totally dry and beginning to style her hair.
And Heather had her suspicions confirmed. She wondered what they would be doing all day. Probably something like cleaning their owner's house until they decided they wanted a little companionship and called their fuck-to... companion to come and play.
Citrus grinned predatorially, allowing Heather to catch sight of it in the mirror. "Oh no, we're not owned. We acquired our independence from our owners long ago. But we all decided to keep the jobs we had with the company. There's no better job than the one we have. You see, we're the Alpha Genetic Designs demo models. Well, at this location anyway."
If Heather had been in control of their body, her eyes would have widened in shock and horror. She didn't need it explained, but Citrus enjoyed her rider's discomfort.
"You see, prospective buyers stop buyers stop by, or we go to certain locations in order to allow the public to sample the AGD products free of charge. We fuck for a living, to anybody that passes by and wants to wait. That's why you've been assigned to us as punishment. For four days you get to experience everything we experience, going through the lives of four of the 'fuck-toys' that you hate so much and would like to see destroyed. Now, let's grab some breakfast then get to work!"
Heather was glad Citrus was in control of their body, as she was pretty sure that if it had been her, that they would have thrown up. | null | [] |
By the time he exited the arrivals terminal at JFK, Ben was in a foul mood. He glanced at his watch as he made his way to the parking lot -- 5:12pm.
He knew he had no chance of getting home before Brit arrived.
His morning appointment had dragged on longer than he'd anticipated. Although he'd submitted a detailed proposal the day before -- and walked the client through it step by step -- the client developed cold feet overnight, and required reassurance -- a bit more hand holding -- before giving their final approval.
"Damn it," he said, out loud, and not for the first time that afternoon, "they always realize I'm right. Just once, I wish they'd realize it from the start!"
He'd had to re-book his flight home, and wasted several hours sitting around the airport, waiting. In addition, afternoon rain showers forced his flight to take a slightly longer route to New York City.
Gaby had been disappointed when he called that morning to tell her about his change in schedule. She worried he wouldn't be home in time for dinner, but assured him she would entertain Brit in his absence.
The only good news: it was a Saturday; he wouldn't be facing rush hour traffic on his drive home.
He dialed Gaby's cell phone, wanting to tell her he'd landed. It rang through to her voice mail.
Ten minutes later, Ben reached his Jeep. He tossed his bags into the back, then slipped behind the steering wheel.
As he drove out of the parking lot, he hit the play button on the CD player.
"Music soothes the savage beast," he said, exhaling a long breath.
His favorite group, a small-time foursome from Brit's hometown, began pouring from of the speakers.
"It's too bad these lads will never get anywhere," he thought, as he sang along.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you..."
That morning, following Ben's first phone call, Gaby debated calling Brit to tell her of Ben's delay. Finally, she decided against it.
Ben would be home soon after Brit's arrival, she reasoned. Then they could go to dinner and relax.
She went out to run errands, including keeping an appointment with her hairstylist. She decided to have her mid-back length, dark-brown hair woven into a single braid, which hung down the middle of her back.
During the day, her anticipation grew. She tried to keep busy -- to keep her mind on other things -- but her thoughts often returned to Brit. And, the more she thought about Brit, the more excited she became.
It was nearly 4:00 by the time Gaby arrived back at the apartment. She enjoyed another long, steamy bath -- during which she again made herself cum while thinking about Brit -- then dressed. She tried on several outfits, eventually choosing a tight, red, bandage dress, which ended several inches above her knees and showed off her petite figure. Her matching four-inch heels boosted her 5'2" frame. Beneath the dress, she wore a black satin thong and matching bra.
As was her habit -- mostly because Ben preferred it -- she applied minimal make-up before heading into the living room to wait.
When the doorbell rang five minutes early, her heart leapt. She could feel it pounding against the inside of her chest.
After buzzing Brit into the lobby, Gaby opened the apartment door and waited as Brit climbed the stairs.
It took only a few moments for Brit to appear. She wore a low-cut, white, knee-length dress, and calf-high, white go-go boots. The top of the dress hugged her body. From the waist down, however, it billowed loosely around her legs as she moved toward Gaby.
Like Gaby, she'd chosen to wear very little make-up, and she let her hair hang straight down. Most of her hair fell down her back, but a few strands framed her pretty face and came to rest on her chest.
"Mmmm," Gaby said, "you look terrific, Brit."
"You think so?" Brit asked. "I wasn't sure what to wear for dinner."
"Oh, you're fine, Honey," Gaby said, adding with a giggle, "in so many ways."
Brit laughed as she walked into the apartment.
"I'm so glad you came," Gaby said, leaning in to kiss Brit on the cheek.
"Where's Ben?" Brit asked.
"He had to catch a later flight," Gaby answered. "But, he called as I was getting out of the bath. He landed about an hour ago, and should be home any minute."
"OK," Brit said. "Where are we going to dinner?"
"Giuseppe's Ristorante," Gaby answered. "Have you ever been there?"
"No," Brit laughed, "that's fancier than the places my boyfriend takes me."
"It's our favorite place," Gaby told her. "We've known the owner forever."
Gaby led Brit toward the kitchen.
"Would you like a drink while we wait?" she asked, over her shoulder.
Ben drove home quickly. The music, and the light traffic, helped lift his mood. By the time he swung the Jeep into his parking spot, he felt better than he had all day.
He opened the door to the apartment, stepped inside, then twisted his body to push it closed with his foot. He set down his suitcase and let the straps of his rucksack slip off his shoulders. As he lowered the pack to the floor, he heard familiar sounds coming from the kitchen.
Ben walked the few steps to the archway leading out of the hallway.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, as he turned into the room.
The sight that greeted him, while not wholly unexpected, was still something of a surprise. The women were almost entirely nude. Crumpled clothing lay scattered on the floor near the kitchen table.
Ben could see that Gaby still wore a bra and heels. Brit wore go-go boots and a pair of white, cotton boyshorts.
Gaby leaned against the corner of the table. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned softly. Brit was on her knees in front of Gaby, her face pushed between Gaby's legs.
Ben didn't need to be a rocket-surgeon to understand the situation. The look on Gaby's face let Ben know exactly what Brit was doing.
"Started without me again, eh?" Ben asked.
Gaby opened her eyes and smiled.
"Hey, Baby," she moaned.
"I see you went straight to dessert," he said, as he moved toward her.
"No, just a little appetizer," Gaby giggled.
Brit stopped licking Gaby and looked up at Ben.
"'Ello," Brit said, with a grin.
"Hello," Ben said. "Having fun?"
He moved his right hand to the back of Gaby's head and held her as he kissed her deeply.
"I missed you, Baby," he said, when he broke the kiss.
"Mmmm, I missed you too," Gaby said, breathlessly.
"I like your hair," he said, gently pulling her braid.
She smiled at his compliment.
Ben turned to look at Brit as she stood up.
"You didn't have to stop on my..." he began, but stopped as his eyes traced over Brit's body.
"Just 'glancing,' Ben?" Gaby teased, after several seconds.
Brit reached up and pushed her breasts together.
"Gaby told me you like them," Brit said.
"I do," Ben admitted.
She stood on her tip-toes and kissed his lips.
Ben opened his mouth and wrapped his arms around her -- pulling her body against his -- as he kissed her back.
She pushed her tongue against his, and moaned into his mouth.
Gaby watched them kiss for several seconds, then stood up. She pushed Brit a step to the side. Ben broke the kiss and released Brit from his grasp. He looked at Gaby.
Before he could say anything, Gaby grabbed Ben's belt and quickly unbuckled it.
"We need to get these pants open, Ben," Gaby hissed.
He reached down to help her, but she pushed away his hands.
Leaving Gaby in control, he used his left hand to pull Brit against his left side, and placed his right hand on her chest. She slipped a hand between his legs, resting it on his inner thigh.
As Gaby unsnapped and unzipped his pants, he moved his hand to Brit's left breast. He savored the feel of her warm skin in his hand. He squeezed gently, then let his fingers trail across the nipple.
Gaby pushed his pants and boxer-briefs downward roughly. The tip of Ben's erect cock popped out of his underwear as Gaby struggled to work them over the hips of his large frame.
Leaving the pants around his thighs, Gaby grabbed Ben's cock.
Ben let go of Brit and tried to push his pants farther down his legs.
Again, Gaby stopped him, moving her body against his right side.
"Oh, my God," Brit gasped, "you weren't kidding."
Ben looked at Gaby.
"I take it you showed her your toy," he said.
"Well, I wanted her to know what she's getting into," Gaby said, with a smile. "Or, what will be getting into her."
"You are a dirty, devious, little girl," he said, slipping his right hand around her body.
"Mmmm, and you love me for it," she reminded him.
He pulled her braided hair again, tilting her head back, and he kissed her exposed neck.
Brit wrapped her left hand around the shaft of Ben's cock. Ben moaned as both women stroked him, each trying to match the other's rhythm. He moved his left hand to Brit's ass, and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her underwear.
His middle finger found the crack of her ass, and he tried to adjust himself to slide it downward.
Awkwardly, he took a step backward -- pulling the women with him -- until his ass hit the edge of the counter.
Finding more support, he simultaneously pulled Brit in front of him, turning her back to him as he did, and pushed Gaby until she stood in front of Brit.
"Mmmm, a Brit sandwich," Gaby whispered.
Releasing his hold on the women, Ben pushed his pants down farther. They fell to his knees, giving him slightly more range of motion.
Gaby kissed Brit, pushing her back against Ben. His cock became trapped between his body and her cotton panties. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric.
The two women kissed for several minutes, while Ben ran his hands over the both. Brit slipped a hand behind her back to run her fingers across Ben's skin.
Gaby broke her kiss with Brit and quickly unhooked her bra. As it fell to the floor, she kicked off her heels.
Wasting no time, she lowered herself to her knees in front of Brit. She reached up, hooked her fingers inside the waistband of Brit's panties, and pulled them downward.
Ben put his hands on Brit's hips -- to steady her as she stepped out of her underwear. Then, he slid them upward to cup her breasts, and he leaned slightly to kiss her shoulder.
Gaby pushed Brit's legs apart and kissed her inner thigh.
"Yesss," Brit moaned.
Ben squeezed Brit's breasts in his hands, and Gaby trailed her tongue slowly upward until she reached Brit's wetness.
Brit quivered against Ben as Gaby's tongue slid inside her.
Leaving his left hand on her chest, Ben moved his right hand downward, letting the tips of his fingers poke into her bellybutton, then caress the smooth skin of her lower belly. As they reached her clit, Brit gasped. She put her hands on top of Ben's and squeezed hard.
Brit's knees nearly buckled, but Ben held her tightly.
"I've got you," he whispered in her ear.
She moaned in reply.
As Ben rubbed Brit's clit, Gaby alternated between tongue fucking her, and kissing and licking Ben's fingers. The feeling of Gaby's soft, wet tongue on his fingers exhilarated Ben.
"Oh, that feels so good," Brit said.
Her breathing quickened. Ben felt her body tremble against his, and her knees weakened again.
Brit began to writhe against Gaby's face. Her movements made her ass rub up and down Ben's cock.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," she cried, and turned her head to kiss Ben's mouth. He pushed his tongue against hers as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers on her clit.
Brit moaned into his mouth and her body bucked violently as she came. Ben held her tightly to him and Gaby continued sticking the tip of her tongue inside Brit.
As Brit's orgasm continued, Gaby pulled her face from between Brit's legs.
"Ben, you have to taste this sweet, little pussy," she said.
Brit looked down and reached out to pull Gaby's head back into her, but Gaby dodged her hands and stood up. She leaned into Brit and kissed her.
Again, Brit tasted herself on Gaby's mouth.
Even as her body still quivered, Ben slowly slipped his hands to Brit's shoulders.
He turned her -- breaking Gaby's kiss -- and maneuvered her to the table. She sat on the edge and leaned back.
As Ben struggled to remove his shoes and pull off his pants, Gaby climbed on the table and turned to straddle Brit's face. Gaby gasped as Brit's tongue found her lips.
"Jesus, you're a good student," Gaby whispered, as she squeezed Brit's breasts in her hands.
Now naked from the waist down, Ben knelt between Brit's legs. Gaby leaned forward and reached out to him. She put her right hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her; kissing him fiercely, like a woman possessed by some demon of passion. He too could taste Brit on her mouth.
Ben moved his right hand between Brit's legs and found her wetness. Carefully, he slid a finger inside her.
"I love you, Baby," Gaby said, when she broke their kiss.
"I know," he whispered, with a grin.
He leaned in and let the tip of his tongue brush over Brit's clit. Her body stiffened at the touch.
Ben slipped a second finger inside Brit, and ran his tongue up and down her lips.
Brit moaned and lifted her legs to rest them on Ben's shoulders. She pulled him into her.
"Mmmm, that's it, Brit," Gaby said, "make him eat that pussy."
Brit ran her fingers over Gaby's olive skin, tracing along her sides, and up over her lower back.
Ben suddenly replaced his fingers with his tongue, turning his head to push it deep inside Brit's pussy. He moved his hand to Gaby's face and slipped his fingers into her mouth. She ran her tongue over his fingers, cleaning Brit's juices from them.
Gaby opened her mouth wide around his fingers and Ben knew she was close -- she was fighting to avoid biting him as her orgasm approached.
He couldn't hear Brit, but by the way her body squirmed under his tongue, he knew she too was near the edge of another orgasm.
Within moments, first Brit, then Gaby, began to shake. Gaby took Ben's fingers from her mouth and interlaced her fingers with his, squeezing hard as she reached bliss.
"Ben, I'm gonna cum," she cried, then slipped into her native Spanish. "Me corro! Me corro!"
Both women moaned as orgasms exploded through their bodies.
Their convulsing bodies shook the table violently, and Ben worried it might collapse under them.
He moved his free hand between Brit's legs and pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy squeezed them tightly as he tried to work them in and out.
Ben lifted his head to kiss Gaby. As her orgasm rocked her nerves, she again took hold of his head -- this time with both hands -- and kissed him deeply.
"Oh, Dios mío!" she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Te amo, Ben."
"Te amo, Baby," he said.
"Fuck me," they heard Brit say, weakly. "Please, Ben."
"Stand up," Gaby whispered to Ben.
He carefully slipped Brit legs from his shoulders and stood. His hard cock pointed at the two women on the table.
Gaby wrapped her right hand around his shaft and pulled him closer.
"I love this fucking cock," she hissed.
"I want it," Brit said, raising her head from the table top.
Gaby rubbed the head over Brit's clit and down the slick lips.
"Oh, bugger," Brit cried out.
She turned her head and pressed her face against Gaby's inner thigh.
Gaby moved the head of Ben's cock to Brit's opening.
"Are you ready?" Gaby asked, looking up at Ben.
"Yessss," Brit answered. "Don't tease me."
"What about rule number one?" Ben managed to ask, though, at that moment, he found it difficult to care about any rules.
Gaby stopped and stared into Ben's eyes. She remained silent, as if mulling over what he'd said. She considered letting Ben break the rule this one time -- not wanting to stop in the middle of things.
"Is that what you want, Baby?" he asked, pushing himself against Brit, letting a few millimeters of his head slip between her lips.
"No, you're right," Gaby said, finally. "I just lost my head."
"Bugger bloody rule one, whatever it is," Brit exclaimed, "stick that bleeding stonker in me!"
Gaby sighed deeply.
"I know, Honey," she said, turning her body to look at Brit's face. "We've had a lot of fun already. I think we owe Ben some."
"I agree," Ben laughed.
"Go lean against the counter," Gaby said, releasing his cock from her grip.
Ben backed up until his ass once again rested against the counter. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
As he watched, Gaby gingerly climbed off the table. She turned to take Brit's hand and helped her up. Brit stood up slowly, allowing her knees to remember their job.
The two women walked over to Ben. As he kissed Gaby, Brit grabbed his cock.
"I want this inside me," she said, aiming it between her legs and moving her hips against his.
Ben moaned as she stroked his shaft.
"Come here," Gaby said, lowering herself to her knees on Ben's right. "You know what you have to do first."
Brit pouted for a moment, sticking out her bottom lip like a child. Then -- still holding his hardness -- she knelt in front of Ben.
Gaby put her right hand on Brit's shoulder. She slid her left hand around the back of Ben's leg, moving it upward until her fingers found his scrotum.
"It's so nice," Brit cooed, continuing to stroke Ben's shaft.
Ben reached out with his left hand and ran his thumb over Brit's lips. Brit took it in her mouth for a moment, before Ben removed it and placed his hand on the side of her face.
"My turn," Ben said, looking into her eyes.
Brit raised herself slightly and leaned in to lick his swollen head.
Ben closed his eyes as Brit began moving her lips up and down the sides of his cock. She let her tongue trail over his skin, lubricating him with her saliva.
Gaby leaned in to kiss his inner thigh as she continued caressing his balls.
Ben tried to control his breathing.
Brit pulled back to flick her tongue across the tip, then took the head between her lips.
"Ohhh," Ben moaned.
She took him deeper, slowly running her tongue over the smooth skin of his hard cock. He moved his left hand to the back of her Brit's head. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and let it slip between his fingers. He put his right hand on Gaby's shoulder both to touch her, and to steady himself.
Brit adjusted herself and took the entire length of him, letting the head slide into her throat. She gagged and pulled back.
She moved her hands to Ben's ass to steady herself, and to allow herself to take him in deeper. Again, she gagged, and quickly let Ben slip from her mouth.
"Easy, Brit," Ben said, as she looked up at him, "you don't have to choke yourself."
"But, I thought guys liked that," Brit said. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"Honey, this isn't a porno," Gaby said, "you don't have to drool all over a guy, or hurt yourself, to make him cum."
Gaby leaned in and took the head of Ben's cock in her mouth. She moved both hands to the shaft and began to stroke him.
As Brit watched, Gaby took more and more of Ben into her mouth.
"That's it," Ben moaned.
Despite her petite build, Gaby had always been able to deep throat him -- an ability he thoroughly enjoyed. He loved the feeling of her throat clutching at the head of his cock, trying to pull him deeper.
As she held him in her throat, Ben -- in a fleeting moment of coherent thought -- got the feeling she was showing off for Brit, but he didn't complain.
He felt the pressure quickly building in his balls.
Gaby suddenly took her mouth off Ben.
"Shit," he cried. "Don't stop now."
"You have to learn to relax your throat," Gaby said, turning to Brit while ignoring Ben's protest, "but, don't force it. It takes practice."
Brit nodded.
"Just start slow," Gaby continued. "Take what you comfortably can in your mouth, and use your hands on the shaft and the balls."
She let Brit take control again.
Following Gaby's instructions, Brit quickly drove Ben toward the edge of orgasm.
"Don't hold back, Baby," Gaby told him. "I know you need to cum bad after what we did to you."
Ben couldn't answer with words. He breathed in gasps as Brit held the head of his cock between her lips and used both hands to jerk him hard and fast. He could feel her pushing her tongue against the tip of his cock.
Gaby moved behind Brit and reached around to run her hands over Brit's hard nipples. Ben began to breathe faster and Gaby could tell he'd cum soon. She pulled Brit back, allowing Ben's cock to pop out of her mouth.
"I want you to fuck these big tits, Ben," Gaby said. "I want you to cum all over them."
Gaby pushed Brit's breasts together tightly. Ben stepped closer as Brit turned her head to kiss Gaby.
Ben bent his knees -- not completely sure they wouldn't buckle -- and pressed himself against the bottom of Brit's breasts. Lubricated by her saliva and sweat, he slid himself between them.
Breaking their kiss, both women looked down to watch the head of Ben's cock poke up above the top of Brit's cleavage.
"Oh, that is beautiful," Gaby whispered, leaning over Brit's left shoulder.
Brit tilted her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of Ben's cock each time it appeared.
Ben knew he couldn't last long. He moved faster, putting his hands on Brit's shoulders as he pumped himself into Brit's soft, warm flesh.
"Push them together, Honey," Gaby told Brit.
Brit moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and kept them wrapped around Ben's cock.
Gaby reached up and pinched Ben's right nipple.
Ben cried out in response to the pleasurable pain.
"Come on, Baby; do it," she told Ben, "cum for us."
She placed her free right hand on Brit's right hip, helping to steady her.
Ben began to grunt with each thrust.
"Yes, I want it, Ben," Brit said, looking up at him.
"That's right, Ben," Gaby ordered, "give it to her."
"Here I cum," Ben said, suddenly. "Here I cummm..."
His body bucked against Brit and he fired a long stream of cum up between her breasts onto her neck. Brit released her breasts as Ben fired again -- another long stream that covered her left nipple.
Brit fumbled while trying to grab Ben's cock as he came, then managed to take hold of him. Gripping tightly, she stroked him roughly.
Gaby released Ben's nipple and leaned over Brit's shoulder, pushing her into Ben, as his body spasmed a third time. His cum coated Brit's hands and her chest.
"More, Ben," Gaby demanded, as he gasped for breath.
Brit let the cock slip from her slick fingers.
"Don't stop," Ben pleaded. "Keep going."
Gaby slipped around Brit and took Ben's cock in her mouth. She gripped the shaft with both hands and stroked him.
"Mmmm," she moaned, vibrating his cock with her mouth.
"Oh, God, Baby," Ben moaned, as she milked the cum from him.
Ben's knees nearly gave out as Gaby finished him, but he reached up to steady himself against the counter.
As the last spasms of his orgasm died away, he looked down at Brit, and watched his cum slowly run down her chest.
Satisfied she'd completely drained Ben, Gaby released his cock from her mouth, but reached up to stroke his softening cock with her left hand.
"Once he cums, he's really sensitive," Gaby told Brit, with a smile. "If you keep sucking, or stroking, you can really make him jump."
"Hey," Ben objected, "no teasing."
Gaby looked up into Ben's eyes and removed her hand from his shaft.
Ben moved away from the women and carefully lowered himself into the nearest chair.
"That was so hot," Gaby said, turning to look at Brit. "Look at your cum all over those beautiful breasts."
She reached out to squeeze Brit's breasts, then rubbed the cum into Brit's skin, leaving her chest shiny in the last dying rays of sunlight coming through the kitchen window.
"Ben really likes it when you rub it in," Gaby said. "And, it's good for the skin, too."
Brit looked at Ben, as he watched Gaby rub her chest.
"Did you like making him cum that way?" Gaby asked Brit.
"Yes," Brit answered.
"Do you want more of that cock?" Gaby asked her.
"Bloody Hell, yes," Brit nearly screamed.
Gaby looked at Ben slowly recovering in the chair.
"Why don't you go in the bedroom while we get cleaned up a bit," Gaby suggested.
"OK," Ben said, "just give me a minute."
Gaby smiled at him as she stood up, then helped Brit to her feet.
She maneuvered Brit toward Ben, and pushed her down on his lap, facing away -- her warm, fleshy ass against his now flaccid cock. He put his hands on Brit's hips.
Gaby leaned over and took Brit's left nipple in her mouth.
Brit's body jumped at the touch of Gaby's lips.
"Mmmm," Gaby moaned, "it tastes good."
Brit trembled on Ben's lap.
"Try some, Brit," Gaby said, pushing Brit's right breast upward.
Brit replaced Gaby's hand with her own. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to lick her own nipple. She tasted Ben's cum on her skin.
"Fuuuuck," Ben hissed, watching over Brit's shoulder.
Gaby smiled at him, as she continued to rub Brit's chest.
"Let's go, Brit," Gaby said, after a few more moments.
She helped Brit stand and pulled her toward the hallway.
"Are you gonna be OK, Ben?" she asked, over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll make it," he said, as the women turned in the direction of the bathroom.
Ben heard the door close, and he sat in the kitchen for another minute before getting up. He collected the various articles of clothing spread around the kitchen and carried them to the bedroom.
As he passed the bathroom door, he heard Gaby and Brit talking. He continued on to the bedroom. After dropping his load of clothes, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He opened a drawer in the nightstand and extracted a box of condoms. He dumped out two foiled-wrapped Trojans, then tossed the box back in the drawer and slid it closed.
He turned to lean back against the headboard and waited.
Several minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open. A moment later, the women appeared -- Gaby completely naked, though carrying a bath towel, and Brit still wearing her go-go boots.
"Are you ready for more, Ben?" Gaby asked, as they approached the bed.
"Absolutely," he answered, as Gaby draped the towel over the footboard on the bed.
"Shit," Gaby said, catching sight of the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Joey's gonna kill us. We missed our dinner reservation."
Ben looked at the clock.
"Well, we could go now," he offered, jokingly.
"No!" the women cried simultaneously.
Gaby jumped on the bed and leaned against Ben's chest, as if to hold him down.
"Hey, I haven't eaten since breakfast," he objected.
"I beg to differ," Brit said, with a grin.
"Yes, I seem to remember you munching something at the kitchen table earlier," Gaby whispered.
"You know what I meant," he said.
"Well, you're not going anywhere until you give Brit that big dick of yours," Gaby said. "She's been waiting for it for too long."
"Yes," Brit pleaded, still standing next to the bed. "Don't make me bloody beg for it."
"Come here," Ben said, holding out his hand to Brit.
Brit bent over to unzip her boots.
"Leave those on," Ben ordered.
"You want me to wear my boots to bed?" she asked.
"Hell, yes," he said.
"Oh, you are a nasty git, aren't you?" she asked, rhetorically.
"You have no idea," he said, with a smile.
Gaby rolled off Ben to make room as Brit climbed into the bed. Ben pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. As they kissed, Brit moved on top of him, straddling his hips. Gaby leaned in to join the kiss.
Slipping her hand underneath Brit, Gaby found Ben already growing hard again.
"Well, that didn't take long," she said, turning to look down at him.
Ben pulled her back toward him and they renewed the three-way kiss. Their lips and tongues touched and danced for several minutes, while their hands moved over each other's naked bodies and their fingers grabbed at moist flesh.
"I don't think we should make poor Brit wait any longer, Ben," Gaby said, backing away.
She moved toward the far edge of the bed, giving Brit room to lie down.
Brit rolled off Ben and lay on her back between Ben and Brit.
Completely hard now, Ben stretched his left arm toward the nightstand and retrieved one of the condoms he'd left there.
He flipped over onto his knees and positioned himself between Brit's legs. Brit and Gaby both reached out to touch Ben's body as he tore open the foil packet and extracted the contents. He tossed the foil toward the nightstand. The aerodynamics of ripped foil being a great deal less than flight worthy, it fell short of the stand, and, unseen by anyone on the bed, it dropped to the floor.
Ben quickly rolled the latex over the shaft of his cock. That done, he moved his right hand up and down his length as he moved closer to Brit.
"Are you ready, Brit?" he asked, as he guided himself to her wetness.
Before she could answer, he pushed his cock against her lips. She gasped and reached up to grab his shoulders. He moved the head of his cock up and down her lips, then slid it across her clit, as Gaby leaned in to kiss her.
With a gentle push, Ben slipped the head inside Brit. She looked into his eyes and moaned.
"Yessss," she whispered. "More."
Slowly, he moved deeper into her.
He pulled back slightly, and then pushed farther in, letting her juices lubricate him as she adjusted to his size.
Brit wiggled her hips as she accepted him.
It took only a minute to work the entire length into her, filling her completely.
He gave Brit several slow, gentle strokes as he supported himself on his hands. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.
Ben lowered himself to lie on top of her. He kissed her mouth and increased the speed of his thrusting.
"Oh, God," she moaned into his mouth.
Ben slowed down, but increased the force of his thrusts.
"Yes, that's it," she cried, "fuck me hard."
Gaby kissed his shoulder as she watched Brit's face. She ran her right hand over their bodies.
"Faster, Baby," she ordered.
Ben complied, increasing the speed of his movements.
He slid his hands down Brit's body to grab the cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly, he thrust into her roughly. Again, and again, he pushed himself inside her as her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Quickly, they found the rhythm -- that rare, magical rhythm where his thrusts into her matched the upward movement of her hips as they bounced off the bed. They both felt it, and with every remaining bit of coherence available to their clouded minds, they struggled to maintain it.
They couldn't comprehend how long it lasted. Inevitably, however, the rhythm broke down, coming to an end as Ben felt Brit's pussy contract around his cock, squeezing him as he drove himself into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Yes," he hissed, "cum all over my cock."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing his mouth.
"I'm cumming, Ben," Brit cried, "I'm cumming..."
Ben didn't slow his thrusts as Brit's body bucked against him. He continued pushing into her even as her pussy tried to squeeze him out. She moaned loudly as the orgasm washed over her.
He pulled away from her -- breaking her embrace -- and again supported himself on his hands. He pushed all the way into Brit and stopped. He began slowly rolling his hips left and right. Gaby slipped her hand between their bodies and rubbed Brit's clit, igniting another orgasm before the first had subsided.
"Don't stop," Brit cried out. "Don't stop!"
Neither Ben nor Gaby did. Ben returned to sliding his cock in and out, as Gaby continued running her fingers across Brit's clit and lips.
Gaby leaned over to lick Brit's right nipple, then sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it.
Brit was delirious. She moaned and clawed at the sheets as she received an overload of pleasure from Ben and Gaby.
Ben leaned back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Brit. Gaby turned her body. She reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled it out of Brit.
"Oh, bugger," Brit gasped at the abrupt removal.
Gaby took the cock in her mouth, letting it slide into the back of her throat.
Ben moaned loudly. His body jerked at the sensation caused by her hot little mouth.
Gaby held him there for a few moments, feeling his body react.
"Baby," Ben moaned, weakly.
Gaby pulled back, releasing him.
"Don't cum, Ben," she ordered. "Don't you dare fucking cum yet!"
He slouched slightly.
"You're killin' me," he whispered.
She popped up to her knees and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her tongue across his chin and down his neck. Dropping her head to his chest, she leaned in to lick, and then gently bite, his right nipple.
She straightened up, looked into his eyes, and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she said, smiling, "but I have another surprise for you."
"What's that?" he asked.
She turned her head to look at Brit, covered with perspiration, breathing heavily. Gaby once again stopped to appreciate Brit's large breasts moving up and down as she breathed.
"Are you ready, Brit?" she asked.
Brit lifted her head and looked down her body at the two of them. She smiled.
"Yes," she said, watching Ben's cock.
"What's next?" Ben asked.
"Well, when I spoke to Brit about what the two of us wanted to do with her, she was remarkably open to our requests," Gaby said. "In fact, she was very enthusiastic about most of them."
"I only had one thing I really wanted for myself," Ben said. "And, it's not a huge deal if it doesn't happen."
"I know," Gaby said, "but there were two things that I wanted her to do for you in my place."
"And those were?" Ben asked.
"The first, you've already received," she said, "...that wonderful titty-fuck that made you cum so hard."
Gaby looked down at Brit.
Brit let her head fall back to the pillow for a moment, then she let out a long breath and turned over onto her hands and knees.
She turned to look back over her shoulder at the two of them.
"Is this what you want then? Wanna shag me bum and spaff all over jolly old, eh?" Brit asked with a giggle, referring to her 'tramp stamp' of Great Britain.
Ben and Gaby couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated accent.
Brit wiggled her ass from side to side, as she moved backward until her cheeks touched Ben's cock.
He looked down to admire the tattoo close up. He traced his fingers over it.
"Come on now, don't tease me," Brit said.
"Are you sure, Brit?" Ben asked.
"Just go slow, it's been awhile since anyone's...well, and you're bigger than...just go very slow," Brit said.
"Don't worry, he'll be gentle, Honey," Gaby said.
Gaby crawled around Ben and hopped off the bed. She reached into a drawer of the nightstand -- the same drawer Ben had taken the condoms from -- and removed a bottle of KY jelly and her Silver Bullet vibrator.
She climbed back onto the bed and knelt to the right of Ben and Brit. She squeezed a liberal amount of KY into the crack of Brit's ass. The gooey lubricant ran downward slowly, sending a shiver up Brit's spine.
"Put your cock back in her pussy," she said to Ben.
Ben complied immediately. With his left hand, he grabbed Brit's hip, and used his right to guide himself back inside her. He slowly slid about three inches inside her, then he let go of his cock, grabbed her other hip, and steadily pushed himself into her. Brit let out a long moan as he buried the full length of his thick cock in her.
Gaby turned so she could use her left hand to rub the crack of Brit's ass. She leaned forward, resting her chest on the bed and whispered to Brit. Brit turned to face Gaby, and they kissed.
Gaby slowly moved her fingers around Brit's asshole. She spread the KY using smaller and smaller circles until her fingers pressed against the hole, then slowly slid her middle finger into Brit's ass.
Brit stiffened slightly, causing her cunt to contract around Ben's cock, but relaxed quickly. Gaby slowly worked her finger deeper. She continued slowly pushing, letting Brit's ass adjust, until she reached the last knuckle. Gaby began moving her finger in and out, pulling her finger out a little farther each time, and then sliding it all the way back in. She continued until she could pull out all but her fingertip before plunging it back in.
As Gaby fingered Brit's asshole, Ben matched her rhythm with his own thrusts into Brit's pussy.
"Does that feel good, Honey?" Gaby asked.
Brit moaned in answer.
"Are you ready for that big, hard cock?" Gaby asked her.
Ben watched as Brit nodded.
He removed his cock from her pussy as Gaby again got on her knees beside them.
She picked up the bottle of KY and poured some of the contents down the length of Ben's cock. She dropped the container to the bed as Ben used his right hand to stroke himself, spreading the jelly thoroughly.
"OK, Baby," she said.
He pressed the head of his cock against Brit's asshole.
Brit again looked back at him.
He pushed gently, holding himself steady.
Gaby picked up the vibrator and turned it on. She placed her left hand on the small of Brit's back. With her right, she slid the toy underneath Brit's body and back between her legs. Finding her clit, Gaby rubbed the vibe against her.
Brit pushed back against Ben. She opened up to him and the head of his cock slipped into her ass.
"Oh, yessss," Brit moaned.
Ben echoed her, letting his own moan escape.
Still holding himself to avoid slipping out, Ben stayed still for a few moments, letting Brit's tight hole adjust to him.
Brit nodded at him.
"OK," she said, quietly.
Ben eased another half inch of himself into Brit. He pulled back, then pushed a little deeper, looking down to watch himself disappear into her.
Brit dropped her face to the pillow.
Ben adjusted his position and pushed farther.
"She's gonna cum again," Gaby said, looking up at Ben.
Brit's body shook as she came. Ben held her hips, working himself deeper as she moaned.
By the time her orgasm ended, he had nearly five inches of himself inside her. The heat of her, and the tightness was already driving him crazy.
"God, how much more is there?" Brit asked, looking back at Ben.
"Are you OK?" Gaby asked her.
Brit nodded.
Gaby straightened up and put her left arm around Ben. She let her vibrator fall to the bed and put her right hand on Ben's chest. She found his left nipple and pinched.
He moved his right arm around her and trailed his hand down her spine to her ass. He pushed his middle finger between the cheeks of her ass.
"Bennn...," Gaby cried, as his fingertip -- slick with KY -- slipped inside her.
She tried to wiggle away, but he reached across his body and wrapped his left hand around her neck. Holding her tightly, he pulled her to him and kissed her.
Gaby gasped for breath and pinched him harder. He pushed his finger farther into Gaby's ass, reaching the second knuckle, as he continued moving his cock in Brit.
Gaby broke the kiss and looked into Ben's eyes as he finger fucked her asshole. Her mouth fell open, as if in a silent moan, and her eyes rolled back.
"You like that, Baby?" he asked.
She could only nod.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked.
Another slight nod, as she gasped for breath.
Her body began to shake, bucking against him as she plunged into her orgasm. The convulsions wracking her body threatened to pull her away from him, but he held her safely in his arms, and kissed her mouth.
He released Gaby's neck -- still holding her with his right hand on her ass -- and put his left hand on Brit's left hip. A low moan escaped Ben's lips and Gaby knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"I want you to cum right here, Ben," she said, tapping to the tattoo in the small of Brit's back with a finger.
"Ohhh," Ben moaned, "I want to."
Brit lifted herself up on her hands and looked back over her shoulder.
"Give it to me, Ben," she said. "Shoot it on me bum!"
Ben eased his finger out of Gaby's ass and put both hands on Brit's hips. He pulled her back against him, sliding deeper inside her.
She moaned as she took him in.
"Does it feel good, Baby?" Gaby asked.
"It's so hot and tight," Ben gasped, trying to catch his breath.
He was close. He briefly considered remaining inside Brit as he came, but thought about his fantasy. Not sure if he'd ever again have this chance, he carefully removed his cock from Brit. He used his right hand to strip off the condom, then began stroking himself hard and fast.
He leaned into Brit and his knuckles brushed against the cheeks of her ass as he moved his hand up and down the length of his cock.
"Come on, Baby," Gaby whispered, "cum all over that beautiful ass."
"Yesss," he hissed, as he felt the cum boiling in his balls.
Brit reached up to collect her long hair. She pulled it forward to let it fall over her shoulder, baring her back to him.
Ben grunted as he reached the point of no return.
Gaby supported Ben with her left arm as he erupted.
His body convulsed. He thrust himself against Brit's ass, and fired a stream of cum high up onto her back. It landed along her spine, between her shoulder blades. He tried to aim himself at her tattoo and his second stream splattered across the ink.
He continued moving his hand along his shaft and another shower of cum coated the outline of Great Britain. A few more spurts followed.
Ben slumped against Gaby as his orgasm subsided. She kissed his shoulder.
"So much cum," she said.
He looked down at Brit. His cum covered much of her back and ran down the crack of her ass.
Brit turned quickly and took Ben's wilting cock in her mouth.
"Oh, God," Ben cried, as she sucked the remaining drops of cum from him.
He grabbed Brit's shoulders, digging his fingers into her skin, and tried to push his hips into her.
Brit moaned.
"That's it, Brit," Gaby encouraged, "get it all."
Expended, Ben collapsed onto the bed. His cock slipped from Brit's mouth.
Gaby lowered herself to lie beside Ben. As Brit moved toward them, Gaby moved her hands to the sides of Brit's face and kissed her.
As they continued kissing, Gaby moved her hands to Brit's back. Her fingers smeared the cum Ben had deposited there.
"Mmmm, Ben made a real mess," she said, breaking the kiss.
She released Brit and turned to retrieve the towel she'd earlier left on the footboard. Brit lowered herself against Ben's left side. She kissed his cheek.
"Are you OK?" Ben asked her, as his breathing slowed.
"Yes," she answered.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.
"No, it was boss," she said. "I've never cum with it in me bum before."
Gaby wiped her hands on the towel, then turned to gently clean the cum from Brit's back and ass. She leaned over to kiss the skin she'd cleared, trailing her wet tongue across Brit's flesh.
Finished with Brit, Gaby turned her attention to Ben. She dragged the towel across his soft cock, wiping away the cum, sweat, and KY left there. She tossed the soiled towel to the floor beside the bed.
Gaby kissed Ben's stomach, then moved slowly upward, across his chest, his neck, and chin, to his mouth. He wrapped his right arm around her as they kissed.
"How you doin'?" she asked, with a smile.
He looked at her.
"Hungry," he said.
Both women laughed.
Gaby glanced at the alarm clock.
"It's too late for Giuseppe's," she said.
"There's always the diner," he suggested.
Gaby looked at Brit.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Well, so much for the fancy dinner," she said with a giggle.
Ben and Gaby laughed.
"We'll have to give you a rain check on the fancy dinner," Ben said. "Next time we get together, I promise."
"Oh, you presume there will be a 'next time.'" Brit said.
"You don't want to do this again?" Gaby asked.
Brit remained silent for a few moments, then smiled.
"Of course, I do," she said.
In the wee hours of the morning, they returned from their meal at the diner. After more kissing and fondling, Brit left. Ben and Gabrielle undressed and crawled into bed.
She lay with her back to him. His arms wrapped around her.
"Did you have fun, Baby?" he asked.
"Mmmm, I did," she whispered. "We need to do that again, soon."
"Yeah?" Ben asked, tentatively.
The tone of his response made her turn her head.
"I thought you wanted to," she said. "You don't?"
"Sure, I do," Ben answered. "I just don't want you to forget about rule number three."
"Are you going to fall in love with Brit?" she asked, turning over to face him.
"Of course not," he answered. "But, the rule works both ways."
She looked at him for a moment in the dim light.
"You're jealous," she said, finally.
"No," he countered.
"You are," she said. "You're jealous of how much I wanted Brit."
"I'm not," Ben insisted.
"Awww, my big Pookie Wookie," she said, using her pet name for him -- a name rarely spoken -- "is afraid I'll run off with a little English crumpet."
"It's not like that," he said.
She kissed his lips.
"Ben, I love you," she said. "I'm not going anywhere, with anyone."
She turned over again and nestled back against him.
"I'm your girl," she continued, "and you're my guy."
He kissed her bare shoulder.
"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he whispered in her ear.
"Of course, if I was to run off with Brit," she said, with a giggle, "I'd take that big toy with me so I can always remember your cock."
She yelped as he smacked her ass. | Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 04b | [
"ben",
"gabrielle",
"brit",
"britannia",
"threesome",
"group",
"tattoo",
"liverpool",
"kitchen",
"bed"
] |
My first Yiffy story... I've been working on it for a while. It's a transformation story, actually, I'll get to already Yiff stories later on. There is more to this, and I'm working on the next part. In the mean time, enjoy part one of Crocodile Blood.
Mike
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Crocodile Blood
At the head of the air boat, currently puttering through the dense swampland that most know as the Asmat swamp in New Guinea, a woman wiped sweat from her brow. She was tall, thin, with brown hair displaying her flawless face. She was wearing a pink tank top, and short blue jeans. Despite her best efforts, the humidity left her clothes stuck on her form, displaying the fact she was braless. The heat of the area was killing her, and the crew was complaining. Around her neck hung a camera; issued by national geographic.
She blinked her brown eyes, looking around past the swamp gases. "Any luck, yet?" She called to the back of the boat over the sound of the fan. Her finger was ready to take a shot for hours now, and getting impatient.
"Sorry, Alia. No sign of them yet." Another called back. She sighed, watching the water impatiently.
They were out on these swamps to find a species of Crocodile that was rapidly becoming extinct; its kind was being slaughtered and sold. The blood of crocodiles was used in some medicines, and they had managed to trace them back to the area.
The boat moved on, unaware that a few feet to their left, past a large hanging tree, a group of crocs were lying on the beach, well hidden by a large tree. They watched the boat move by, only moving slightly now and then, to conserve energy in their cold blooded boides. The largest of them all was sitting on a log, sleeping silently. It didn't notice the unnaturally large mosquito land in its neck and drink some of its blood, then fly away after a moment.
Alia looked around impatiently, sitting down inside the boat. She quickly put her camera away in a waterproof casing, setting it aside. She leaned over to a crew member and spoke in a quick language, barely understandable to anyone untrained. The man nodded standing and beginning to turn the boat around.
"We'll try again tomorrow, don't worry!" she said as the crew protested. "Tomorrow, we'll find 'em for sure, got it?"
Almost halfway to their dropff point, the mosquito got a hint of another feast, and descended to the ship. Landing on the camera bag, it was brushed away by Alia's hand. It seemed to not enjoy such treatment, and flew to her exposed shoulder. She gave a small yelp as it landed, quickly smashing it. It was too late, though, the mosquito had its fill, and she now had hers.
After realizing the mosquito had bit her, she went to the medical kit, rooting around for a moment before finding the anti-itch cream. Applying it gently, she noticed how much bigger that mosquito was to the most that had bit her earlier, but decided to let it go. Size didn't have much to do with it, it seemed.
After a little while longer of conversation, about their current job or family, and some heated discussion on their lack of crocs, the air ship had landed at the dropff point. The crew all pitched in and got the supplies back in the truck, and was ready to get back to their temporary home: An un named establishment known to them as the Motel.
They returned to the motel; a two level establishment that wasn't doing s well in terms of renovations. There were holes in walls, paint peeling, garbage littered, and the finest point was running water that wasn't brown. They each went to their respective rooms, tired after the morning excursion. Alia was the leader of the group, so she got a room along. The downside was, the equipment would have to keep her company.
After getting settled in again, Alia sat down on her bed, pondering the day's events. She was brought out of her thought by a sudden pain in her shoulder, where the mosquito had bit her. She got more of the calamine lotion, applying it. She stopped as she noticed the skin was red and inflamed, but when she touched it, it was cooler than the rest of her skin. "Huh..." She whispered quietly, running a finger around the red area.
To keep her mind off the bite, she got up, and walked into the bathroom. The shower was clean, unlike most of the others in the motel; she had spent most of the first day tidying her living space. She started the water, making it warm, how she liked it.
She stepped back from the shower and peeled off her damp clothes, exposing her round, perky breasts. They weren't much, but she got by with them. Her pants followed, going into a pile on the floor. She glanced in the mirror and smiled lightly; she liked how she looked. She turned in front of the mirror, running a hand over her round ass. Her finger gently twirled her nipple idly, without her realizing it. She was always a very sexual person, and didn't mind a game now and then, she had to admit. She giggled a bit to herself as she stepped into the shower.
As she felt the warm water begin to caress her body, she felt herself get slightly... colder, strangely enough. She blinked, shivering a small bit. Her breasts shook on her chest, and she stopped them with a small touch. Her nipples began to get harder, even with the warm water blasting down on them. The mark on her shoulder felt like frostbite, and she rubbed it worriedly. She turned up the heat of the shower, turning in it to get warmer, but found it didn't do much. She mumbled something about the heater being broken, stepping out of the shower. She went to the mirror again, looking herself over. She didn't look any different, but she felt...
"Probably a sickness... malaria, most likely... great..." She groaned, going back to the medical case. She dug around for the antibody syringe, finding it without much hassle. She prepped the syringe, placing it to her skin. For a moment, the needle didn't break her skin, making her confused. She placed the syringe down, feeling her upper arm where she had tried to inject herself. She was surprised to find it wasn't as soft as before and was now cracking slightly.
"What... but the moisture around here..." She said in a low whisper, feeling the hard skin. It seemed almost armor like. "I must need a doctor..." She decided, taking the syringe again. After some looking for a spot, she found a small soft patch and injected the serum. The label had said that some side effects such as dizziness, tiredness, and slight hallucination might be possible, so Alia went to the bed and laid down, closing her eyes before even getting under the covers.
She awoke a few hours later by a sudden burst of pain from the mosquito bite. She gave a pained moan and clutched it, feeling something odd. The hardness of her arm had spread, and she could feel her touch dulled from all sides. In her haste, she had left herself unclothed, and ran her other hand along her stomach. It felt soft still, luckily, but now she was beginning to get even more worried.
"What was this bite...?" She wondered aloud to no one. "Is this paralysis...?" she said quietly. Her train of thought was stopped, though, by another burst of pain from the bite. She growled and clenched her teeth, which felt... odd to her. She waited for the wave of pain to subside before getting out of bed and going to the mirror, looking at her teeth. They were normal, but when she touched one, it wobbled slightly.
"That doesn't make any sense... What's going--AH!" She shouted as the tooth she was playing with dropped from its place and onto her tongue, followed by the taste of blood. She spat it out, and another became loose. She held back tears as she spit out her pearly white teeth, one by one, the taste of blood getting greater with each tooth spat out. She took a glass of water and swirled it in her mouth, spitting out a mass of red liquid. A tear fell from her eye as she looked at herself, now with only gums in her mouth.
"Wh..." She stammered, her knees feeling weak. She looked in the mirror, the area around her mouth coated in her own blood. "Hallucination... Malnutrition... something..." She panted, shaking her head violently. She collapsed, her hands holding her above the sink. She looked at herself through tear-full eyes weakly. She ran a hand over her chest, feeling her breasts as if reassuring herself they were still there. As her fingers grazed her nipples, she felt another wave wash over her, but this time, in pleasure. She knew this was hardly the time, and cursed herself for doing it. She hated not masturbating earlier when she had the chance, and now she was too occupied with her condition to think about something like that.
She got up, going to her clothes. She squatted down over them, and began picking them up. A rip was heard, and she stopped, looking down to where one of her fingernails had scratched through her shirt. She pulled the shirt off to find not her normally light blue painted nails, but small, pointed claws. "What the..." She looked at her other hand, in time to see her fingernails fall out painlessly and be replaced. "My nails... claws?" She looked down to her feet in time to see her toenails fall out and inch-long ivory nails push through. Strangely, this entire process was painless, but this might have been due to the hardness of her skin. She was distracted from the new attachments to her fingers by a sudden pain coursing through her gums suddenly.
She threw her head back, opening her mouth wide as the taste of blood returned, and starting from the back of her mouth, sharp teeth began shooting from her gums. They wrapped around her entire mouth. She gave a small cry of pain, her tongue running along her new teeth. She had, without thinking, swallowed the blood that had come from her own mouth. "F...fangs..." She whispered, her speech hindered by the new inch-long teeth, with slightly serrated edges.
She went back to the mirror and pulled her lips out of the way, and as she looked at her teeth, she became sick. She turned to the toilet and her insides emptied, leaving her panting and sweaty.
"This isn't any normal sickness..." She panted, flushing away her last human meal. She hadn't realized, but in many places her skin was developing a dark-green tint. She looked back in the mirror, her regular brown eyes reassuring her of something.
She felt another surge of pain, coming from every point in her body. She closed her eyes as her skin began separating into scales, and then, as if plants began growing on her, she rapidly became fully coated in a murky green color. Her breasts slowly became smaller, receding into her chest until only her nipples, now a dark green, poked from between scales. She wept silently, and the pain didn't end even after the scales had formed. Her spine began to warp, pressing against her back and stretching the skin out. With a tearing noise the spikes broke from her skin, making a small row along her back. Her jaw shuddered, and then began to stretch out with sickening crunching noises. It moved slowly, dragging the sharp teeth along with it. New teeth began forming and pushing out of her gums, making up for the increased space. Her tongue also became longer, lashing out of her mouth as the flesh became harder to resist her sharp teeth. Her mouth began filling with saliva, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her body churned again, but it wasn't her stomach this time. She screamed. She fell onto her back, spreading her legs as far as she could. Her spine began pushing out, forming a lump above her asshole. She panted and pushed, a tail began protruding from her. She pushed harder, and soon, it was much more than just the bump it had begun as. It was a fully fledged tail, lashing out from under her her.
She reached down and looked at it, not really believing it was hers. As she touched it, a claw got stuck between a few of her new scales, and the pain confirmed her fears. She let go of the tail gently, shifting to a better position
A sudden knock came from the door, and she spun around in surprise, her teeth barred.
"Alia! It's Matt!" The voice called, knocking again. She remembered him; he was one of the interns on their current trip, and she had taken a liking to him.
"Alia, some of the crew heard you screaming! Is something wrong?" He banged again.
"Rrr... Not now, Matt, I'm, uh, changing!" She hadn't lied.
"Don't try and send me away that easily! What's wrong?!" he called.
Her silence was more than enough encouragement. Matt began pounding harder on the door. This was different, though, now he was ramming it. He saw no other choice if he wanted to help her.
She slowly and carefully stood, so she didn't make any noise to alarm him further. Viewing the damage to herself, she looked pained. She was now covered in the plate-like green scales of the residential crocs, and her mouth was shaped like theirs a well: Long, flat, and full of serrated teeth made for biting and holding meat. Her hands were clawed, and she noticed one finger had disappeared. Had she looked into the mirror, she would have noticed her eyes were yellow, and a coating was over them so she would be able to see underwater. Her tail swayed behind her, and she had to turn away from it.
She hadn't the time to warn Matt before the hinges of the door gave way, and he tumbled in. She stood like a deer in the headlights, looking at him in complete and utter shock. He looked back at her, and he slowly began backing away to the door. "You... you're... you're a..." He struggled, his eyes wide in shock.
"Matt, wait... help me..." She pleaded. He stopped moving back; surprised she could speak, even. "Please... don't leave..." She continued, reaching out to him. Her hands wrapped around his upper arm, and their grip was tight. "Please... don't... go..." She repeated. He winced as her claws dug into his skin, shaking as he tried to get free.
"Alia... your claws..." He said, his face showing weakness. She loosened her grip, and stumbled back at what she had done. "Oh no... your bleeding..." she said quietly, reaching out for him again. "Alia... what happened to you...?" He asked, avoiding the warmth now on his arm, slowly dripping downwards.
"Something bad... something bad..." She said quietly, stumbling backwards and sitting down on the bed. Her tail felt awkward under her, some of the scales rubbing against her pussy. It began to get warm, but it wasn't the time. She looked down at her hands, and then her eyes began to water. She choked, and then began to cry, sobbing into her hands. Smelling his blood on her claws, she wailed and clawed at herself violently, then collapsed in her own despair. He watched in sadness, sitting down next to her quietly. His hand was gripping his upper arm, where she had scratched him. He gently took it away from the wound and put it on her shoulder. He shuddered at the feel of her scaled skin.
She suddenly had a mood swing, and looked up at him angrily. He had violated her by touching her, and now she was mad. She moved away from him, growling in her muzzle as she hunkered down to attack. He had jumped up, aware of what she would do. "Alia! Wait! Control yourself, Alia!" He shouted, but in vain. She lunged at him, her jaws clamping down around his leg. Her reptilian tongue lapped at his blood as her teeth dug deep into his thigh, loving the feel of it as it ran down her throat. He cried out in pain, trying to get her to release him. He flailed around in defense and she released his leg, but only so she could get a better hold on him; by his neck.
She regained her senses about an hour or so later. She was on her floor, licking her jowls when her human thoughts returned. The first thought was how full she felt, and the taste in her mouth. She looked down at her hands, and found them coated in dark crimson.
Blood. Everywhere.
She reeled around to behind the bed, coming face to face with a barely reminiscent body-- she looked away quickly, sick again. She recalled the last hour or so as a blur, but remembered attacking him... and now...
She became sick, her insides spewing out again. The contents of her stomach were also filled with blood. She was appauled, not believing it. "I..." Her new yellow eyes watered again as she came to the dark, hideous truth. "I killed him... and... and... I a-ate him..."
She sobbed in silence, looking down at her deed. She looked around, noticing bloody handprints on the floor, the walls, and the bed, even on her... His.
She sobbed, and, in her sadness, her reptilian thoughts took over. She lunged at his body and began tearing it apart with her new teeth, tears flowing from her eyes. She didn't know why, but she continued to maul the remains, eating anything that broke in her powerful bite.
When nothing but a few bones and the blood that stained the carpet where left, she went into the shower again, and lay down on her stomach. She knew this would be permanent, somehow, and that she would continue to kill people that came near her if she tried to go out into the human world. As she thought, her hand absentmindedly moved over her scaly form, feeling her subtle nipples before moving down along the soft plates on her stomach. She rubbed herself without thinking, and her other hand caressed her tail. Her body found it arousing as she touched the new appendage, and her mind slipped from her predicament to her pleasure as the crocodile took over again.
She was entirely absorbed in herself, rubbing her pussy vigorously now. She felt her claws against her sensitive skin, and some of her juices began to leak from her as her heat rose. Enjoying it, she played with her lips with a claw, before pushing one into her. She gasped as a wave of pleasure shot over her, although a part of her was trying to remain calm and ignore her impulse to fuck herself senseless. Her animal instincts soon became too great and overpowering, and she threw her head back and spread her legs as far as possible, her tail lashing around under her. Its scales left marks on the shower, but she ignored them and continued. She pumped into herself hard, her claws scratching her insides and bringing about a swift orgasm. Clear white juices spewed from her, and she panted harder. Her hand brought her tail to her slit, and as soon as she was ready, pushed it into her.
She almost immediately felt another orgasm coming, but tried to ignore it and began to find how to control her tail. A small thought and it went left, another and it swayed right. She soon had it mastered, and was moaning and panting as her tail ran past every soft spot inside of her. She gasped and gave a loud moan before she brought herself to another climax using only the thrashing and pounding tail which thrust into her.
She closed her eyes after this, her tail continuing to thrust, and was alarmed to see she was imagining a male crocodile on her, thrusting hard into her tight opening. She knew it was wrong, but she returned his thrusts with thrusts of her own, her tail his magnificent and filling cock. She soon came to her final orgasm, soaked with sweat and her own juices. It dribbled down her scales and into the drain below her.
She panted and rolled onto her stomach, her human thoughts returning quickly. "Gotta go... to the swamp... too... hot..." She decided, still short of breath. She got up, slowly, and walked out of the bathroom, her tail awkwardly between her legs as she walked like a human. She avoided to look at the place of her dinner, and went to the door. Glancing around, she could see it was now dark, and no one was around the near vacant parking lot; probably playing cards in one of the crew's rooms. Leaving her door open wide, she ran out, dashing in the direction of the swamplands. She somehow knew the direction to go; her reptilian nostrils flared and she could smell the water. Her animal instincts began to return, and she was on all fours, her claws pounding into the soft soil below in a half deer-like run, half croc crawl in her dash to the swamp.
Moments later, she took another bound forward and was met with water. Her scales were quickly soaking, and she swam around in what would be her new home. She immersed herself in the murky water, her human arms and legs still there. She lay on her stomach, floating like that as her nostrils flared, catching the musk of another croc. She made a grunting sound as she began to swim, using her tail for momentum, to the source of the smell that was driving her crazy. She disappeared into the murky depths of the water, her old life leaving with her. | Crocodile Blood Part 1 by twopaperbags | [
"Bathing",
"Crocodile",
"Dark",
"Explicit",
"F/solo",
"Gore",
"Transformation"
] |
The first sign was a sudden craving for the sour bite of crisp, unripe mangoes with salty, garlicky, fermented shrimp paste—*manggang hilaw at bagoong*—in the wee hours. The next was the sudden simmer of bile in Jinx's gut, a rising gorge akin to a volcano releasing magma to the surface through a vent with pyroclastic intensity.
It was all the diwata could do to hold the burning rising up her esophagus in until she got to the bathroom of Cocoy's apartment so she could hurl out the *taho* that had been such sexy fun just a few hours ago.
Kidlat had heard their diwata's distress through the open bathroom door and peeked in.
"What else did you eat besides the *taho* and the *merienda* at Mom's?" The tikbalang knelt beside Jinx and gently took her now-long locks in one big hand to pull them away from the porcelain throne into which she was making overly intimate confessions, literally from her gut.
"Tamod*. From a tikbalang and a bayot." Jinx's wry answer echoed between momentarily dry heaves from inside the white bowl before she resumed tossing her *taho* into it. *I can't believe that something that has been so much fun thus far could create such smelly side-effects.*
The smell of bile mixed with the sickly sweetness of regurgitated *maja blanca* and *taho* as another heave deposited a literally steaming pile of the stuff into the water of the bowl. Water that sizzled and evaporated. Jinx hit the flush handle just as the acidic steam rose up.
The fresh water rushing into the bowl caught her next heave-ho, and it cooled some of the projectile vomit enough to throw small black pebbles to surface before they sank to the porcelain bottom with muffled little clinks.
"What on earth is wrong with you, anyway? You were just fine earlier..."
"She's pregnant." Cocoy's voice drifted over Jinx and Kidlat from the open door. "Fucking several times a day will do that to a female, especially since we didn't always use condoms, dude."
Cocoy took a metal bucket from the cabinet under the sink and half-filled it with water. Then he tapped Kidlat on the shoulder and took hold of Jinx's thick curtain of black hair, cocking his head to the side in a silent command to Kidlat that he'd take over.
The bayot steered Jinx's head to the bucket with care. He was pretty sure he could feel more than one heartbeat under the pads of the fingers he'd placed on her neck: One strong, steady beat that belonged to their diwata and a softer, faster one—maybe two.
"Throw up here, love," he said quietly as Kidlat moved aside so Jinx could switch confessionals. "Rub her back, Kid. That should help."
"Pregnant? Don't diwatas just, I don't know, come into being? In mountains?" The tikbalang sounded as confused as Cocoy felt. All he knew of diwata biology, so far, was how hot these women were—literally and figuratively. *I should have paid more attention to the things outside our fighting and fucking, stupid tikbalang that I am.*
Kidlat's big hands felt so good to Jinx. So did Cocoy holding her hair and steadying her chin so it didn't hit the bucket's lip. *Now, if only this Exorcist audition would stop...*
"I don't have any explanations for this, either, Kidlat," Cocoy said while Jinx heaved into the bucket again, raising another puff of acrid steam. "But I do know no kid of ours is going to be left at the foot of any damn mountain."
"Presuming she is pregnant, hell, no, we're not leaving any kid of ours to the elements—even if his mom is a diwata." Kidlat felt as militantly protective of their still-unconfirmed progeny as Cocoy was. "But what does one do with a pregnant diwata? What kind of prenatal care does she need?"
*What the ever-lovin' fuck? Pregnant?* Jinx would have spat those words out if she weren't so occupied with ejecting breakfast. *Do diwatas even get pregnant? And if I'm pregnant I sure as HELL am keeping the kid. This baby, if it exists, will have a goddamn family that won't up and leave. That changeling shit is so panahon pa ng Katipunan.*
"I have NO idea." Cocoy shook his head at the tikbalang. "Let's just get past this vomiting, because the liquid in the bucket is starting to simmer and we're going to need to do something about this unless we want to see how superheated fluid can smelt metal." *Since neither of them is thinking straight, that's my job, I guess. Haynaku.*
"Oh, Gods of War." Kidlat dumped the contents of the hot bucket into the tub and managed to refill it using the handheld showerhead in time to cool the next wave of Jinx's projectile bile.
"Mrphrghlh—aaaaack! Haaaaaaack!" *Morning sickness shouldn't happen at lunchtime*, Jinx thought in an attempt to ease the stress of the situation. Not that it helped.
Cocoy went to answer the door. Again. It was as if an unending stream of diwatas was constantly walking through his apartment—which wasn't small by any measure since the North Syquia Apartments building was one of the old apartelles and boasted of plenty of floor area.
However, the sheer number of beings walking about his space was disconcerting. Sinukuan, whose deep physical scars were fading, was seated on Cocoy's plush sofa-bed, fussing over Jinx as if she were Jinx's mom. Some other diwatas were touching Jinx's still-flat belly in wonderment and asking pregnancy-related questions like "you had morning sickness? What was that like? What do you mean it doesn't just happen in the morning?"
Kidlat was in one corner of the living room, listening intently to Adora and Makiling, who were talking pretty much simultaneously. Cocoy was circulating about the room, offering to fetch drinks or food for their influx of guests.
From what the bayot could piece together of the bits of conversations he'd picked up, diwatas didn't do pregnant. They'd never done pregnant—until Jinx, of course. They were also arguing quietly with her when she'd said she wasn't going to do the changeling thing with the baby.
"We're going to raise the baby as a family," Kidlat said firmly, ending that argument. "No one else gets responsibility for our child. That's a Batumbakal kid and we don't do fostering."
Cocoy had emerged from the kitchen with yet another tray of *mamon* and *salabat* when all the chatter stopped and every eye in the room was locked on him.
"You told Jinx she was pregnant," Sinukuan said as she rose from the sofa. "Would you mind explaining how you knew, bayot?"
Cocoy took a deep breath, set the tray he was bearing down on a coffee table, and spoke in even tones. "My intuition told me so. Well, that and the fact that there was no other reason for her to be evacuating her breakfast into the toilet that I knew of—and she hasn't left my line of sight since Biak na Bato."
"Mamon* and *salabat*?" Kidlat took up the tray and began offering its contents to the guests who still didn't have any of the soft butter cakes or hot ginger tea.
"You are marrying Jinx, tikbalang, bayot?" Adora's query shot across the room with an imperious ring to it. "You do know that any creature who wants a diwata in his or her life will have to do *paninilbihan*?"
"Actually, no." Kidlat answered with just as much imperiousness. "What would that involve?" He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his puffed-up chest. "I am sure Cocoy and I would be up to it."
Pepe's Pole looked brand new, considering that it had a beautiful new coat of pearlescent blue paint and silver trim, courtesy of Cocoy, who had also agreed to do a series of mini-concerts onstage there once a month for a year—all as part of the *paninilbihan* for Jinx's hand in wedded bliss.
Kidlat had re-tiled the roof with the finest terra-cotta roofing his money could buy, and he'd done the heavy lifting for the new furniture Adora and the other diwata had selected for the interiors, which Cocoy had also repainted.
The bayot had also replaced the carpets and wallpapers at the mountain guardians' request while the tikbalang hefted barrels of wine, rum, beer and cases of quality hard liquor. Kidlat walking about shirtless in the summer sun with a slight sheen of sweat and all muscles flexing was sheer heaven for Cocoy and Jinx, not to mention an audience of admiring diwata. Every now and then, Kidlat would take a short break to kiss Jinx soundly, or goose Cocoy and send him a hot look that promised more hot sex after the *paninilbihan* was done.
"Watch those muscles flex," Makiling said, making appreciative sounds as she fanned Jinx on one of the hammocks Jinx's men had set up in the shade of a mango tree in the front yard of the bar. "You are one lucky bitch, you know that?"
"I know." Jinx was smug as she lowered the shades over her changed eyes. "I have the best man-meat in the world and it is being displayed to full advantage." She picked up the icy kalamansi slushie by her side and took a long swallow of the drink without taking her eyes off Cocoy's rippling back while he ran a brush laden with the final coat of silver paint over the window frames.
"This *paninilbihan* thing is fun. It's good to be able to order these beefcakes around, especially since they're shirtless," Makiling said between giggles.
"Careful, hon," Jinx cautioned as she took a sliver of green mango and dipped it into a small bowl of bagoong. "Those beefcakes are mine." She bit into the mango slice with a snap and a warning look at Makiling.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I know they're yours. I'm just looking."
"Good. Keep it that way."
The manual labor for the bayot and tikbalang took the rest of the day and went on well into the night, when the diwatas rewarded them with an impromptu bridal shower complete with gifts for all three of them: A dress made of actual lava for Jinx, a beautifully woven *tapis* of gold and silver cloth matched by an ornate gold breastplate and headdress with silver beads for Cocoy, and an ethereal barong Tagalog of deep blue shot with gold and silver threads in traditional geometric designs of lizards and mountains for Kidlat.
The *paninilbihan*, after all, was a physical expression of betrothal, one that Jinx's men more than eloquently made clear to her sisterhood of diwatas. They were satisfied that the tikbalang and bayot meant business when they said they loved Jinx. They would never have been able to renovate Pepe's Pole so quickly or so well otherwise.
The trio decided to retire to Jinx's home after they'd opened the other gifts they'd been given, including some interesting items Banahaw called "sexytimes essentials," and various rocks and gems that gave them entry to each diwata's domain.
Adora had, by some arcane means, produced items molded from Mt. Pinatubo's wealth of lahar to distribute among all the others, too: Ashtrays, paperweights, phalluses and the molded ashfall version of Baguio City's man in a barrel. These items would make it easy for the diwatas to arrive at the wedding ceremony.
Jinx felt much better after all the fussing she'd thoroughly enjoyed, but she was more than ready to have her men to herself again. Basking in diwata envy was fun, but the reason for that envy asserted itself again. Her guys had been touching her with every chance they'd gotten, surreptitiously rubbing the sensitive points of her neck, back and arms, getting her all hot and bothered. She wanted them, and she wanted them right the fuck now.
Once the front door was shut and locked behind the three of them, Jinx wrapped an arm about each of her lovers and took the opportunity to thoroughly explore their mouths with hers. She released them only to pull the plackets of her snap-front blouse open and pull Cocoy's blue t-shirt off so she could lick at his yummy chest, and tease his nipple piercings with her hot tongue.
Kidlat kicked his shoes off and shucked his jeans while Cocoy was stripping him of his white tee. Getting naked in record time was becoming a habit among the three of them, not that he had any objections. Them, naked and pleasuring each other was the best way to end a hard day at work in his book.
"Hey, Jinx, easy, love," Cocoy said on short breaths as Jinx ripped at his jeans zipper. "I'm not going anywhere— " Whatever else the bayot had to say was cut short by a rough, hungry kiss from Buhawi, who'd also thrust a hand into Jinx's hair because she was licking up the tikbalang's legs.
"Get her to the dining table, Cocoy." Kidlat's eyes were glazed with desire, yes, but they also glittered with command. "It's time for a midnight snack of hot, wet *puki, pecho* on the side."
"Sounds good, Kid." Cocoy picked Jinx up and carried her half-naked body to the dining room while Kidlat rummaged in a trunk by the dining room sideboard for something.
The bayot laid Jinx down softly on the table, stripping her of shoes and clothes slowly, his eyes holding her enthralled and still with the flames of want that lit them.
When Kidlat returned to his now naked lovers, he was carrying what looked like sinewy green rope in his hands.
"Tanikala*."
The command word the tikbalang spoke brought those ropes to life, and they wrapped in gentle but sturdy coils around Jinx's wrists, tugging those wrists out to spread her arms over the table. The ropes grew and twined beneath the tabletop to coil around the diwata's ankles and pull her legs apart, securing her ankles to the legs of Jinx's petrified wood table.
Cocoy picked his backpack up from the foyer table where he'd dropped it, rummaged, upended the bag on the sideboard and took the naughty gifts the other diwatas had given them and picked up a pair of sapphire spheres.
"I wonder how these work?" The bayot's killer dimples were out, bracketing his impish grin. "We really should find out, shouldn't we, Kid?"
"We should, 'Coy." The tikbalang smiled darkly, devilishly at Jinx, who was lying spread-eagled, totally open to them. "Then we should give her a show." He took the orbs from Cocoy, and bent to lick a pert breast. Cocoy bent to kiss Jinx, one hand in her hair and the other teasing her other breast, tugging at a hardened nipple. "We're going to make you so wet, diwata of ours. Then we'll play with you and get you all hot with these balls while we do a bit of mann-man preparation for our manwich."
Kidlat skimmed Jinx's skin with one hand, bringing it to her breast so he could massage the aroused flesh firmly while he increased suction on her nipple, nipping it lightly and circling the bud with his tongue.
"You like that, goddess? I'll be doing the same thing to your *tinggil*. Get you soaked. Lick and suck you like an ice cream cone on a hot day."
Cocoy's hot whispers made Jinx writhe, the firm tug of his other hand on the nipple Kidlat wasn't laving and sucking coincided with a love bite from Kidlat that brought her to the edge of orgasm.
"Ooooohmyyy*GULAY*!" Her back arched as one of Kidlat's hands found her wet slit, and gave her a playful slap that brought her clit to attention. Fingers slick with her wanting rubbed her sweetly, on her outer labia, then inside, lightly, maddeningly. She canted her hips up to increase the pressure. The tikbalang spread her labia with forefinger and ring finger. All the better for his middle finger to rub the exposed head of her wet clit in slow circles that had Jinx chanting his name, and Cocoy's.
She felt another mouth on her other breast and closed her eyes against the ecstasy of having both breasts given such passionate kisses, full of tongue and teeth. Then she felt a cool, hard touch between her *puki* lips. Someone was rubbing one of the balls against her clit, her cunt, and pushing it in, then repeating the process with the other ball.
A mouth on her clit had her opening her eyes on a gasp, her breath coming as quickly as her hammering heart when that mouth began to suck and lick at her almost painfully sensitive clit with the most pleasurable lack of mercy she'd ever felt. She looked down to meet Cocoy's eyes, which were almost black with the intensity of his feelings, her orgasm shooting her past the known universe when the balls began vibrating hard against her g-spot and Kidlat began suckling at each of her breasts in turn with urgent pulls of his mouth.
*It's a good thing I'm bound to this table because I think I'd fly off it if I weren't*, Jinx thought. *Oh, my gulay, thank goodness we're not going to die, because my heart would explode if I were still human. So good.*
Kidlat eased off on Jinx's breasts, leaving them throbbing and wet while the sapphire balls continued to elongate her orgasm, holding her bound in ecstasy just as well as the ropes bound her to her table.
He went up behind Cocoy, enfolding the bayot in a rough masculine embrace that brought his *tarugo* up against the small of the bayot's back and the cleft of his ass. Kidlat made a trail of licks and bites along the side of Cocoy's neck, his hands going around to the bayot's groin to enclose Cocoy's hard cock and drawn-up balls.
"F-fuck, that's so hot," Jinx said, watching Kidlat kissing Cocoy. She was enthralled by the graceful movements of the tikbalang's hands as he lavished Cocoy's cock and balls with rough caresses that left the bayot breathing hard, his head thrown back against the tikbalang's shoulder. "Ohmygulay*, I'm c-coming again!"
Cocoy reached back with both hands, giving the tikbalang as good as he got and planting a wet, messy kiss on Kidlat's mouth.
*I will never, ever grow tired of this*. Jinx forced her eyes to stay open, no matter how much her body's paroxysms of pleasure would have made them close. *I am not missing this beautiful show for the world*. Her men were so gorgeous together, completely masculine and so open with their pleaure. She could feel them at the same precipice of pleasure's abyss as she was.
"Kalag*!"
Cocoy's hoarse command made the vines unravel from Jinx's wrists and ankles.
"We need you in this manwich, goddess. Come here." Kidlat was beckoning her with an intense, almost angry look on his face—that look that told her time and again that she was in for a hard ride.
Jinx knelt between her men, taking one, then the other down to her throat and sucking hard, flicking her tongue along their cocks as they kissed and stroked her and each other.
They eventually wound up in a proper standing manwich, with Cocoy fucking her pussy first. Kidlat slid home in her slick *puki* and she pulsed around him in a hard clench as Cocoy slid into her anally.
Tikbalang and bayot rocked the diwata they had suspended between them slowly, feeling each other pump into her in an alternating rhythm that made speech impossible.
Jinx kissed each man in turn, her breaths coming out in pants and moans as they built their strokes up to a crescendo of sighs, moans and yells that were the perfect counterpoint to a blindingly hot exchange of bodily fluids.
"Oh my Gods, I love you both," Cocoy couldn't hold the words back, even if he barely had the breath to speak after they all staggered into Jinx's bed. "And I love our kids."
"Kids? Plural?"
"Yes, Jinx. Kids. Plural. I believe we're the parents of twins."
"Whoa, twins, Cocoy?" Kidlat's shock quickly faded into delight and even more love for the bayot, and the pregnant goddess lying between them. "Inay* is going to freak, in a very good way. Twins..."
"Say the men who don't have to shove twins out of a very narrow puki in after several more months."
"We'll spoil you silly over those months, our love," Cocoy said with a happy laugh. He pulled Jinx against his chest in a one-armed hug. "We'll spoil you forever."
"Oh, yes, we'll spoil her," Kidlat kissed the top of Jinx's head and pulled her back against his chest for a kiss. "We love you."
"We also love the pregnancy hormones that make you so horny," Cocoy said against Jinx's breasts. "I can't wait to see these get bigger."
"I can't wait to see this get bigger," Kidlat uttered huskily against Jinx's back as his hands came to rest on the still-flat planes of her belly. "It would be so sexy, fucking our personal Villendorf Venus in a few more months."
"Oh, c'mon, dudes," Jinx huffed as she tried (and failed) to catch her breath as her men stroked her oversensitive body. "I doubt if you'll find beached whale me sexy."
"We find you more than sexy, love," Cocoy nuzzled his words against the shell of Jinx's ear, making her squeal from the tickling of his breath. "We'll not be able to keep our hands off you."
"Are you kidding? We won't be able to keep ourselves out of you—or each other. This is going to be a very happy pregnancy for all three of us." Kidlat rolled under Jinx as he said this, easing his still-hard erection into her slick heat. He looked to Cocoy, who was headed to the bathroom to wash himself up. "Don't bother with a washcloth, loverboy. Just get back here quick as you can."
Cocoy did as he was bid, sliding back into bed with his lovers. He bent over Kidlat's head, intent on licking them where they joined while Kidlat took him deep into his throat and Jinx clutched at his head while she fucked Kidlat slow and deep.
The three betrothed eventually fell asleep as the sun rose—but not before they'd short-circuited their brains on the best sex they'd ever had with each other thus far.
Forever was starting out on a very good note indeed.
Grandchildren! If Bulan was given any more reason to be a martinet about the preparations for Kidlat's wedding to his bayot and their diwata, the idea of another Batumbakal grandkid was exactly what she needed to make Mt. Pinatubo presentable for it.
The First Priestess hopped into Giselle, Buhawi's red Range Rover Defender, and put pedal to the metal to get to the Zambales town of Botolan at the foot of Jinx's volcano. Ulap was already there, overseeing the needed weather phenomena and consulting with Indianale and Aman Sinaya and other necessary deities for the otherworldy aspects of the ceremony.
She'd marshalled Amihan and Habagat—Waki, too—so they could source the liquor and victuals in Manila and Pampanga, respectively. No wedding feast was complete without quality booze and food. She also had to find a suitable cave for the light-sensitive *malignos* who were invited. The *manananggals* and *aswang* would appreciate the cool dankness of a cave, after all. The siokoy would enjoy the lake, and put on a lovely aquatic dance for the threesome at the feast, and that meant making sure they had plenty of good seafood.
The diwatas assured her that Jinx's wedding dress would be their contribution to the affair, as well as a choir of singers to serenade the gathering.
Bulan's hurry was all about getting the place properly blessed and protected from prying eyes, and that would take a while. She also checked in on Buhawi and Tala over the speakerphone while she was on the road. This new generation of Batumbakals meant she and Ulap could finally enjoy more time together—and that thought excited her just as much as the prospect of spoiling her coming grandchildren did. All was good with her worlds. | How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 15 | [
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I didn't say anything when Micah came into his office and found me sitting at his desk quite comfortably I might add. His anger was palpable; I could feel it from across the room even from where I sat.
"What's the matter Micah? Did you lose something? Or should I say someone?" I asked not moving from my spot.
I half expected him to come rushing in demanding to know where Regina was but he didn't, probably because he already knew. He walked up to the desk, looked at me for a moment and then sat down in the chair across from me. To anyone not aware of what was happening, it would have looked like two perfectly reasonable men having a friendly chat except that the atmosphere was tense.
I should tell you that prior that meeting I had never met Micah or any of the Lannisters before so part of what was happening was us sizing the other up. As of yet Micah hadn't made the mistake that so many others did- he didn't underestimate me. Part of the reason was because he knew of me and if he didn't believe half of what he heard about me before, he believed it now. I was sure that he knew how many of his vampires had already died in trying to keep me out and if he didn't I was about to inform him.
"So finally we meet." I said with a smile.
He didn't reply or smile back at me.
"How many guards did you have here?" I asked as I finished my drink, "I know that I myself disposed of thirty, Edward and Daniel took care of those guarding Regina, how many Gremlin disposed of I don't know."
"Bastard!" he hissed at me.
"Yes well, I've been called much worse and by better." I replied and then waited.
Micah
Regina was gone along with her brothers and Gremlin. Most of the guards I had were either dead or they ran when they heard that Delgado and Gremlin were both here. Remember when I said that I didn't believe half of what I heard about Delgado? I found myself wishing to the gods that I had listened more closely to the stories, I would have doubled or even tripled my guards and I would have moved Regina as soon as I arrived but you know what they say about hindsight.
So here I sit in my office with Delgado who has made himself at home with a drink and his feet propped up on my desk as if he belonged there. I had two options, I could leave and go to my family in disgrace or I could stay and fight. If I fought and won, I would still have time to find and marry Regina, there would be Saint Germaine to deal with but I would have my family's backing on that. If I lost then well, I would either be dead or considered to be dead and Regina would be forever out of my reach. And if that were the case, then I would just as soon die, being killed by one such as Delgado would bring a certain amount of honor to me and my family.
I didn't bother to ask where Regina was, I already knew, she was back at the Royal Sonesta in the safe room; it's where I would have taken her had I been in Delgado's position. That also meant that Gremlin would go unpunished for his betrayal as well, Annie was also out of my reach and even if we had her, every one of Gremlin's kind would come after her.
How is it possible that things got so fucked up? Delgado is why, had he not been here and met Regina, this wouldn't be happening but that is neither here nor there, there is only now.
"Yes, finally we meet." I said as I made myself comfortable in my chair. I was sizing him up, he wasn't nearly as big as I was but if he could kill thirty vampires and not even look tired then I was in for a fight.
"Is it true that you are related to Saint Germaine?" I asked trying to buy myself some time.
"It's true." he replied, "Stop stalling," was the next thing that he said, "it doesn't become you."
I resisted the urge to fly out of my chair and strangle him. What stopped me? I heard that he could kill without touching his victim and after tonight I didn't want to find out. If I was going to die, it was going to be fighting him and I was going to make him work for it. In the meantime, I had to keep him talking until I could formulate a plan.
"So Regina is your mate." I said.
He didn't answer, he just looked at me with a bored but amused expression on his face, he wasn't fooled. He was having a good time watching me make a fool of myself and he knew exactly what I was doing.
He was stalling, I don't know why because he was a dead man no matter how long he stalled but who was I to deny him his last few minutes of life? But then again, I did have other things to attend to namely Regina and I was tired of his trying to buy time.
I was going to make Micah an offer that I rarely made; I was going to let him choose how he was going to die. Why did I do that? I took into account who he was, he wasn't some lowlife although that depended on one's point of view but at any rate, he came from a very high ranking family and deserved to choose the manner of his death.
Before I offered him the choice, I had some questions first; they were questions that I was sure that Regina would want the answers to.
"I already know why you chose Regina or should I say why you feel that she belonged to you but why did her parents agree to let you have her?" I asked.
"As I was telling Regina before you arrived, my father made her parents an offer that they couldn't refuse." he replied.
"And what was the offer?" I asked
He hesitated and I think I knew what the offer was, they would have lost no matter what they did except had things gone as planned they wouldn't have been killed.
"They had the choice of giving Regina to us voluntarily or we would kill the boys as they watched and then they would have been forced to watch our wedding." he replied.
"And you call me a bastard?" I asked. "Did you feel nothing for Regina at all?"
Micah shrugged and smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes, that was all that I needed to know.
Edward
Our sister! I knew that we should have known her! I still don't remember much about her but I supposed that the memories would come back once Micah's influence wore off. He was still alive, I could feel him in the back of my brain but he wasn't trying to control me, I had the feeling that he other things to worry about.
I looked over at the woman, Regina I mean, she was still asleep draped over Daniel's shoulder then I looked over at the other... Whatever he was. Micah had told us about his kind and until tonight I had never seen one like him. He was part vampire and something else but according to Micah no one knew what the something else was which made him extremely dangerous.
I looked back to be sure that we weren't being followed as neither Daniel or... I don't even know his name seemed to be concerned.
"We are not being followed." he said in a raspy voice that grated on my ears.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am called Gremlin; I am an ally to Delgado and mate to Annie."
Annie... it was another name that I should know.
I looked over at Daniel, he had been listening and ha that scrunched up look on his face when he was thinking hard, he knew the name Annie too.
Daniel
So Eddie was right, we knew this woman. Not only that, we were related to her, I was beginning to understand a few things, we didn't remember her because Micah didn't want us to. He used us to keep tabs on her and he was planning to kill us one at a time. I was supposed to kill Eddie tonight and then Micah would either kill me himself or have someone else do it; the latter was more like it.
Micah was a cold hearted son of a bitch but he didn't like to get his hands dirty, if he could find someone else to kill me, then he would. I adjusted Regina on my shoulder and compelled her back to sleep when I felt her stirring; I didn't want her waking up kicking and screaming an end up dropping her.
I could feel Micah in the back of my head but ignored him concentrating on getting back to the hotel safely. I don't know about Eddie but I was having little snippets of memories like Annie, I know her, I think that she is related to us somehow. How? I didn't know. I was also beginning to wonder about our parents, I know that they died but did they die the way the Lannisters told us they did? So many questions and only Micah knew the answers to all of them.
I looked over at the slightly green colored being flying on the other side of Eddie and was glad that he was a friend and not an enemy, we wouldn't have stood a snowballs chance in hell against him. I was also glad that Delgado stopped me from killing Eddie and I would have because he wouldn't have tried to stop me. As I said before, he hated this life whereas I accepted and learned to love it.
Annie
I tried to talk with Olivia to pass the time; Chatty Cathy she wasn't and when she did speak it was in one word answers. Finally giving up, I took out my lap top and then I had her full and undivided attention.
"Do you play games?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
"Sure, what do you want to play?"
"I like solitaire if that is agreeable with you." she replied.
So this was Gremlin's cousin I thought as I gave her the laptop. I wondered if the rest of them were as chatty as she was, come top think of it, Gremlin wasn't all that chatty either. Thinking about him made my heart hurt, I was scared for him, Delgado and Reggie. What if they were dead and I just didn't know it? But I would know wouldn't I? We exchanged blood and made love before he left.
I couldn't help but feel responsible for bringing Reggie here no matter what Gremlin said...
"He lives and will be here soon. Olivia said, "If he had died, you would have felt it."
"Can he die?" I asked.
"No, he cannot, he can be injured and weakened but not killed, none of our kind can die."
"What are you exactly?"
"A little of this, a little of that." she replied.
"Are you vampires?" I asked realizing that I had no idea of what I had mated with.
"Yes we are vampire among other things."
"What other things?" I asked.
"That is for Gremlin to tell you, he will be here soon with the others."
Others? Did that mean Reggie and Delgado? Several minutes later I had my answer. Gremlin came through the window first, then Danny carrying Regina and finally Eddie.
I ran to Gremlin and hugged him letting out a sigh of relief when I felt him hug me back and then pick me up.
"You're alright!" I said kissing his face.
"I am unhurt." he replied as he returned the kiss and set me down on my feet but not letting me go.
I looked at Regina who was sound asleep and then at Eddie and Danny. They didn't remember me; I could see it in their faces.
"I'm Annie, your cousin." I said by way of introduction, "I used to come over to your house everyday and play with Reggie after school and on the weekends."
As I talked I saw a little glimmer of recognition in Eddie's eyes so I kept talking.
"I used to follow you around the house just to piss you off, remember?"
"Pink bicycle with a pink basket." Danny murmured.
"That's right." I said, "What else do you remember?"
"Not much." Danny replied as he looked at Regina.
Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed, I can't explain it exactly but it was as if the lights went out and whatever memory he was having was gone. All of a sudden, he was in full vampire attack mode.
Something was happening, I could feel it... Gremlin, he was alarmed. I looked over at Micah who had a smug grin on his face. The son of a bitch booby trapped one of the brothers and if I had to guess, I would say Daniel, he had just sent him on a suicide mission but something wasn't adding up, why let them make it all the way to the Royal Sonesta?
But not only that, they were in the safe room...which the brothers would be safe in because it was originally meant for them. I stared at Micah; he was speaking to Daniel telepathically.
"What are you saying to him?" I asked calmly.
He feigned innocence.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he said still smiling.
I stood up, my good humor and my patience was gone.
"I suppose that you think that Daniel has succeeded in killing Regina." I said.
The smile left his face.
"I have just received word that she and Daniel still live. Do you have anything to say?"
I had just played my last card and failed, Delgado wasn't lying when he said that Regina and Daniel were still alive, and Delgado was furious but if I could evade him for long enough, I could still beat him. I vanished from where I sat and went to the far side of the house where I kept a variety weapons none of which I knew for sure to be effective against him. I bypassed the standards such as the wooden stakes because I didn't think that I would get close enough to use it but I grabbed the crossbow with the poison tipped arrows, the dart gun that had darts dipped in another kind of poison and an a revolver that had exploding bullets. One of these had to work didn't it?
I quickly armed myself really believing myself to be at an advantage because he was in my home and I was armed whereas he wasn't. I became confident that everything would turn out right and by the evening, Regina would be in my bed, both of her brothers would be dead and Annie I could care less about.
I could hear Delgado as he went from room to room looking for me but I wasn't fooled, he knew exactly where I was and was trying to lull me into a false sense of security, but I had already done that to myself. I vanished from the room and into my bedroom where I leapt out of the window and headed toward the deepest part of the woods. I wanted him to come after me.
He can't be serious, hide go seek? Really? Apparently he had chosen to die slowly. I took my time in going after him, now that I knew that Regina was safe, I had time. I made sure that he knew I was coming, unlike him, I believed in fairness. I knew that he had weapons, Edward told me about the weapons room the question was which ones had he chosen? Which one would I have chosen if I had been him? I would have chosen something that didn't require me to be close to my enemy, guns and bows, things like that.
He was in the other part of the house, I felt him leave and head toward the woods, he was so damned cocky thinking that he would come out of this alive. I chose to let him believe that, his arrogance is what was going to get him killed.
I jumped from the nearest window and headed toward the woods. I could hear him to my left making much more noise than he should have but then I realized that it wasn't him. He still had a few guards who stuck around hoping to kill me and be rewarded for the deed. I moved toward the noise and ended up standing beside the vampire making the racket.
"Shhh!" I said, "Delgado will hear you!"
The startled vampire looked at me and reached toward me, he was dead before his arm left his side. I had to wonder how many others were in the woods but it really didn't matter, if they didn't leave they would be as dead as the vampire lying on the ground.
"Micah!" I called out. "I'm coming for you!"
Daniel
I was fine one minute and then... It was as if my mind went blank except for one thing, I was supposed to kill the woman even if I died doing it. I remembered moving toward the bed where she lay still under compulsion and then I was tackled from behind and from the side by Gremlin and Eddie. I heard Annie scream but it sounded as if it was far away. There were arms around me and I knew that it wasn't Eddie, it was Gremlin but damn he was strong! I fought against him but it was pointless. I heard Eddie calling my name and gradually my head cleared, "I'm ok" I said but Gremlin wouldn't let me go.
Edward
Was this ever going to be over? I saw Danny move toward the bed but so did Gremlin, he grabbed Danny from behind while I came at him from the side. Micah still had some control over Danny; he was trying to make him kill Regina. Thank god Gremlin was there because I would have been hard put to stop him, it took several minutes before the fight went out of Danny, Micah must have let him go but even so, Gremlin held on to him until he was convinced that he was no longer a threat. By unspoken communication, his cousin Olivia placed herself between Regina and Danny. Gremlin motioned to Annie who moved behind him out of reach of Danny and myself, Regina continued to sleep which was probably just as well.
"You will not be completely free of Micah Lannister until he is dead and as of this moment he still lives." Gremlin said. "For the safety of Regina and Annie, I am going to put both of you to sleep."
We didn't even have a chance to protest before we felt ourselves landing on the floor where we stood.
Micah
I was surprised to find a few of my guards scattered here and there, I promised each of them an astronomical amount of money if they could bring me Delgado's head. Even among immortals money talks! I counted ten that I could see-ten left out of one hundred and thirty guards! That should have given me pause but it didn't, I had the gun, the darts and the crossbow remember? And on top of that ten guards. How could I not kill him?
I could hear him calling out to me as if I were a child that he was playing a game with; little did I know that that was exactly how he saw me except that this was one child that he meant to kill. I didn't respond to his calls but kept moving. Every so often I would hear a cry of pain and then him calling out to me.
"Ten little vampires now there are nine! Ten little vampires and now there are eight! Ten little vampires..."
When he got down to two, I knew that I was in deep shit. My first line of defense had failed miserably soon it would be just me and him but even so my confidence remained high.
I went through the woods killing every vampire that I came across, one of them told me that there were about ten of them and I had already killed three by that time. Micah was moving deeper into the woods to where he considered himself to be safe then for just a few moments I lost track of him. When I stopped to take stock of where I was, I felt a sting and then a burning in my left arm. I plucked out the dart and smelled it, poison but not one that could hurt me anymore than it had.
"Come now Micah, surely you can do better than that!" I called out as I continued on my way. Suddenly, I was tired of the game and wanted it over so I issued a challenge.
"I am tired of playing children's games!" I shouted, "show yourself and let's be done with this unless you are too afraid to meet your death as a vampire should!" I added.
Micah
I had no more guards left, they were all dead all by the hand of Delgado. I managed to shoot a dart at him, of the weapons that I had, it was coated with the most powerful poison and it hadn't fazed him at all. I threw down my weapons when he issued the challenge; it was time to meet him face to face. It was time for the fight to the death and the winner would have Regina.
Annie
I looked at the three sleeping forms, I wondered if we shouldn't wake Reggie up to give her a chance to get used to the fact that her brothers were here and were vampires. I was going to suggest it but apparently Gremlin had the same idea.
"Annie, go sit with her, she will need a familiar face." Gremlin told me.
I sat on the bed next to Reggie and took her hand in mine. I looked at Gremlin and nodded, seconds later Reggie was awake but disoriented. She looked around the room and saw Gremlin, Olivia, Eddie and then Danny, she opened her mouth to scream but Gremlin silenced her with a word.
"Reggie, it's alright, you're safe." I said.
"Wh... who are they?" she asked looking at Olivia and Gremlin, "they're vampires!" she whispered.
"Yes, they are but they won't hurt you." I assured her.
"Eddie and Danny, they're vampires too." she said looking at them, "why are they on the floor?'
"Gremlin put them to sleep so that Micah couldn't control them." I replied.
"Annie, we have to leave before Micah gets here!"
"He will not come to this room, he cannot." Gremlin told her.
"Annie..."
"Reggie, it's alright, Gremlin is ..."
I hadn't even thought about how I was going to tell her that I was mated to one of the creatures that she was so frightened of.
"He's what?" she asked staring at him and then Olivia suspiciously.
"He's a friend of Delgado's and Olivia is his cousin and works for Delgado."
I let her absorb that piece of information for a few minutes before I told her the rest.
"Reggie, Gremlin is my mate- I married him."
Regina stared at me, her mouth dropped open and then she shot off of the bed and into the bathroom locking the door behind her.
Gremlin came to me and hugged me, "she is in shock." he said, "give her time."
The last thing that I remember was that I was hiding in the bathtub and there was a huge fight going on in the next room. Then my brothers were in the bathroom trying to convince me to go with them, even the mention of Delgado's name carried no weight with me. I remember one of them saying "fuck this!" and I woke up to a room full of vampires with the only humans being myself and Annie but now I wasn't sure about Annie. After all, she had mated with one of them.
I couldn't deal with it, I had to have some time to think about what was happening so I locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the floor. I braced myself for the knock on the door and was relieved when it didn't happen then I realized that I hadn't asked about Delgado. It was because of my stupidity that he went to Micah's house, he had come after me and I didn't even think to ask about him.
I stood up, walked to the door and called for Annie.
"Reggie, come out no one here is going to hurt you." she said.
"Where's Delgado?" I asked not addressing her statement.
"He's still at Micah's but Gremlin says that he's alright. Reggie please come out."
I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready to face her or anyone else for that matter, I had too much to think about. The first thing was my brothers, were they still my brothers now that they were no longer human? And Annie, what was she now that she had mated with whoever he was and who was that other woman? I also knew that there were questions that I would probably never know the answers to like what did the Lannisters offer my parents that would make them give me away to vampires? The last question was why would a vampire put his life on the line for a woman that he didn't know? To be honest with you, it was a question that I wasn't sure that I wanted the answer to.
I don't know how long I sat on the floor before I got up and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I looked at the bathroom door debating if I was really ready to face a room full of vampires but I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever so I went out.
Annie was standing by the window with Gremlin standing behind her with his arms around her, I could hear her crying. You have to understand that Annie wasn't a crier and for her to be crying she had to be really upset. For just a moment I forgot about my brothers who were still out cold on the floor, the woman and who I assumed to be Gremlin and called her name.
"Annie?"
As I waited for Micah to show himself, I thought about Regina. I was betting that they had to compel her to sleep and that she was still sleeping. When she woke up to a room of strangers she would be frightened but something else worried me, after her experiences with vampires she would be loath to mate with one which put me in an interesting position. If she decided not to acknowledge me as her mate as is her right then I will be alone unless she changes her mind.
My hope was that even though she was frightened and didn't think much of my kind that she wouldn't disregard me right away. I was also hoping that the fact that Annie's mating with Gremlin would help.
"I'm here." Micah said from behind me, I'll have to deal with Regina later.
I turned to face him, his hands were empty but that meant nothing. Micah was a powerful vampire and killing him wouldn't be easy, it was time to lay down the terms of this fight.
"No magic." he snapped out.
"No secret weapons." I replied.
"No Gremlin."
"No weapons except our hands, feet and teeth." I said.
That got him; he had a weapon on his person. I watched as the knives- there were four of them clattered angrily to the ground.
"Is that all of them?" I asked.
I was rewarded with an angry glare as another knife clattered to the ground.
"Did you not learn to fight fairly?" I asked with a smile.
"Arrogant little prick aren't you? He asked.
"Not really" I replied, "I find it interesting that you feel that you have to resort to cheating."
Then he was flying at me, I have to admit that he surprised me so much that he actually got a strike in. I felt the burn and then the flow of blood resulting from the slash on my neck just above my collar bone. The wound closed almost instantly.
"No magic!" he hissed.
"I didn't use any." I replied and I hadn't, part of my genetic makeup included healing even faster than what was normal for vampires. Could I be killed? Of course but a wound wasn't going to do it, Micah had to decapitate me, that and driving a stake through my heart were the only ways that I could die.
Micah
I was going to die. I knew that now and I had only one request to make of Delgado.
"If I don't survive this, please make sure to tell my father that I died fighting you."
For a moment I didn't think that he was going to grant my request but then he nodded, if nothing else I believed him to be a vampire of his word. Would I be missed? Maybe but I doubted it, that would be too sentimental. There would be a memorial service as a final goodbye after which life would go on as before. The most important thing now was to die with honor with a witness and what better witness could there be but the one who killed me?
After we set out terms I still tried to give myself an advantage, I kept a knife but he knew and called me on it. The only thing that I had now was the element of surprise so I charged ahead and actually cut him. It was a deep cut just above his collar bone, he should have still been losing blood even with the speed in which we heal but he wasn't, I watched transfixed as the cut was closed in just a matter of seconds.
I accused him of using magic and of course he denied it. No wonder the poison failed! I realized then that every fucking story that I had heard about him was true and that I had fucked up. I didn't take the time to know my enemy and now I was going to pay for that error.
Annie turned to look at me, her eyes were red and swollen from crying and Gremlin gave me a look that almost sent me running back into the bathroom. He was seriously pissed off at me.
"Annie?" I called again.
"I'm so sorry that I brought you here!" she cried, "It's my fault that you're here and that Micah tried to make you marry him."
"No Annie, it isn't your fault, none of it is." I told her, "The Lannisters did this, Micah told me some of it, they fucked with your head just like they fucked with mine."
"But I should have known that something was wrong as soon as we got here! We should have left when you wanted to!"
That we didn't was Micah's doing. I now knew that even if we would have tried to leave we couldn't have and that's what I told Annie. I looked up at Gremlin relieved to see that while he was still angry he wasn't as angry but he had some thing to say to me.
"Go on and say it." I said.
"Do you understand what you did when you left this room?" he demanded.
"Yes." I said quietly.
"You endangered yourself needlessly. If you would have stayed here all of this would have been over hours ago."
"I get it!" I snapped back at him, "I fucking get it! I was mad and made a stupid mistake!"
I don't know what else he wanted me to say, he just looked at me and then turned his attention to Annie. I wanted to give her a hug but wasn't sure if I should, even though he was hugging Annie, it was obvious that he was protecting her as well.
"Annie, can I give you a hug?" I asked.
She broke away from Gremlin, met me halfway across the room and opened her arms. We hugged each other tight and at that moment I no longer cared whether she was human or not, she was my cousin and best friend, which was something that was never going to change. That thought led me to another one, Daniel and Edward were vampires but they were still my brothers. I had to start confronting my fears about these creatures who were now family members and I had to figure out where they would fit in my life.
I swallowed hard and looked over at Gremlin.
"Hi, I'm Regina Annie's cousin. Thank you for helping me and I'm sorry for any trouble that I've caused."
I felt like a kid at the principle's office and like I was introducing myself at an AA meeting as I waited for a response. He didn't say anything but gave a slight nod of his head indicating that he heard me. I turned to the woman and repeated the same thing only she replied.
"I am Olivia cousin to Gremlin and now Annie. Delgado is my employer and I am making all ready for your arrival."
My arrival? What was she talking about? I was leaving this horrible city and never coming back if I could help it! I heard Gremlin growl deep in his throat and Olivia stopped talking, she had said too much.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded.
"My cousin has spoken out of turn." Gremlin replied before Olivia could reply, "Delgado will explain everything." he added as he glared at Olivia.
"Gremlin is right, I have spoken out of turn and I apologize."
After that I couldn't get a straight answer out of any of them Annie included. I soon gave up and asked about my brothers.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked.
"Nothing, I put them to sleep until Delgado returns." Gremlin replied.
"Why? Is he going to kill them?"
"No but as long as Micah Lannister lives he will have control over them; it is for their safety that I compelled them to sleep."
"Delgado, where is he?" I asked.
"He is with Micah Lannister." Gremlin replied.
"You have to go back and help him!" I said, "it's my fault that he's there.'
"He will call if and when he needs assistance." Gremlin replied.
I argued with him but he simply stopped talking and blocked me out.
Micah did have options if he wanted to exercise any of them, he could have conceded defeat, he could have ended his own life or he could have begged for mercy but he did none of those. He chose to go down fighting although he knew it was suicide.
He took off at a run and came straight at me, he was faster and stronger than I had originally thought and got in another slash this one closer to the mark.
It was time to end this.
This time when he came at me, I met him head on with my fangs bared and my claws out. In this case my size was very much to my advantage as Micah was used to bigger targets. As the point of impact approached, I curled into a ball with my arms stretched out. I felt his skin tear and then smelled his blood as it poured from the near fatal wound on his neck. Not wanting to drag this out, I immediately attacked again this time decapitating him. I watched as his head fell to the ground and rolled until it hit a tree.
Micah
I had absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain by winning this fight. As long as I breathed I had a chance no matter how slim. When I charged him and managed to slash him again, I was ecstatic, I could do this! I could win against Delgado and all would be mine.
That happiness was quickly dashed when I went at him again, I almost didn't feel his claw as it cut into my skin but I felt the warmth of my blood as it ran down my neck. I knew that it was over, I couldn't heal as quickly as he could and he was already coming back to finish it.
And then there was nothing.
I said a few words to preserve the head; I would send it to his family not to gloat but so that they could place it in the family tomb along with the heads of his ancestors. I would also write a note informing them that he had died in battle with me and that he fought courageously, there was no point in telling them that he tried to cheat and he did in the end fight with honor and courage.
I went back to his house and looked for something to put the head in. I found a box, lined it with towels and went back to where his head lay as if it was waiting for me. I put the head in the box and went to my home to shower, change my clothes and eat. The events of the past day and the fight had tired me and I hadn't had food of any kind in over twenty-four hours.
I was surprised to see a note from Olivia saying that she was at the Royal Sonesta with Annie. She didn't know Annie so I wondered why she was there-no I didn't know that she was related to Gremlin. I took a hot shower, dressed in clean clothes and sat down to write a note to Micah's parents. It wasn't very long and just conveyed what he asked me to tell them and what I told them was the truth. I packed the head in plastic, stuck the note in the box and made a phone call; someone would be here within the hour to pick up the package and put it in a more presentable container and then deliver it to Micah's family.
I ate the entire tuna casserole that Olivia left in the fridge and instead of wine; I drank six units of blood. Feeling refreshed, I headed to the Royal Sonesta.
"He is coming." Gremlin said in his raspy voice.
"Who?" I asked.
"Delgado, he is coming."
"I am here." I heard from behind me.
I turned around and came face to face with Delgado. | Maurice Ch. 07 | [
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Trees as far as the eye can see; each one looks to be as tall if not taller than our modern skyscrapers. In a few of the clearings are patches of farming, attended by creatures that can only be described as humanoids rabbits. Carrots; lettuce; potatoes; all sorts of foods are grown as a man in simple but protective leather clothing walks among them. Dark brown haired and hazel eyed, he towers over the rabbit folk, their heads coming up to his groin. An elder, white furred with age with long hair and a beard besides, approaches the man, hobbling on a staff and wearing an earthen robe.
"Hello, human," the elder rabbit says in greeting although his tone is guarded. "What brings a warrior such as yourself to approach our warrens?" "My apologies, elder," the human replies with respect. "I have come from Sumberhoam as an advanced scout. How has the land been to the lop this year?" "Ah, it is getting to be that time." The elder lop smiles. "Well enough, we have much to trade to Sumberhoam, I just made sure the Circle got their tribute, being one of their member by the will of the Goddess." The human presses a fist to his heart and bows. "That is good to hear. I am of the Hunter's Guild myself. We are set to run our annual field exams near here. Which is another reason for my visit. Not all who wear the robes is a true druid but I am honored to encounter you." "I felt the call of our God and Goddess as a young man, myself, hunter." The Druid says as he guides the huntsman to a tree as wide as a house with stairs leading into the roots. "We have accommodations for you larger folk when we get visitors to our village. Will you be staying with us long?" "I am to be stationed here a week, wise one." The huntsman answers honestly. "Do you have messenger kites here? I need to send a missive home to inform the Headmaster of the College of Rangers and Scouts." "Of course, of course." The Druid nods to the request. "Any Guardian candidates among the students that will invading our neck of the Shadow Wood?" "Aye," the huntsman says with a nod. "Several in fact. Although the closest to completing his challenges and perhaps attaining that honor is the lupin Cullen Dogwood." The druid is checking a stew cooking on a great cauldron. He almost has to spit out his tasting when he hears the name. Whirling around to face the human he asks, almost fearfully. "Fenrys is scheduled to come here? It shall be an honor to host such a hero among the good folk of the wood." "Aye," the huntsman says with a nod as a pair of angry red eyespots alights behind him. The trunk of a sapling crashes down on his head with tremendous force, killing the man instantly. Stepping into the light is another man, one made of wood with moss growing like hair between the random bumps and twigs crowning his head. The moss detaches from the wood man's head and crawls into the human's skull. "I will try to learn all I can elder, but it may already be too late." "It's alright, my dark wood man," the lop says as he begins to strip the human. "We learned enough. When your soul catcher finishes devouring his memories give me a full report. Now I need to prepare his body for the goblins. Pity there was only one of his kind this time, I do so like the smell of humans roasting." "By your command, great font of dark wisdom." The wood man smiles evilly at his superior as he strips himself to reveal a patch of fur over his heart, a black circle with a stylized skull at his center symbolizing the Shadow Circle, a cabal of dark druids worshipping the cruelty and sheer malice of nature itself. "Good evening, Grandfather," a fetching blonde haired female calls as she enters the druid's abode. Seeing the corpse she sighs. "And what did he do? Don't tell me the Circle of Light is getting close to realize your true allegiances." "Cute, Tasha, but I have neither the time nor the inclination to deal with you," the elder druid growls to the offspring of his offspring. "But do make yourself useful. A ranger is coming, a lupin ranger, one so in tune with the light that he will disrupt my plans to awaken the tarrasque should he get too close to its place of slumber." "The same ranger that managed to survive the cockatrice pack you unleashed this spring?" Tasha says with a smirk. Her grandfather shoots her a dark look that satisfies her inquiry. "Worry not, Grandfather, I will alert you when Cullen Dogwood arrives. By the way, should I alert the Purple Death tribe that you have another bit of meat for their campfire?" "Yes, you do that." the elder lop druid says with a dismissive gesture.
Tasha leaves as the wood man gives the druid a dark look to which the druid shakes his head. While the younger lop scout is annoyance, the druid perceives her as a useful tool. However what both lops and the humanoid tree failed to recognize was the female red tailed hawk that had witnessed everything. The bird of prey leaves through the upper branches of the house tree with the dark druid saluting his passage with the admiration of a predator. But the eagle is no friend of the druid's as she flies back to her master. Flying past Tasha she considers shooting it just because she can with her short bow, but decides instead to follow it. Crying out to someone, she flies up to a low branch of a birch. Knocking an arrow to her bow she takes careful aim. But before she can shoot a long bow arrow pierces her throat. As life ebbs from her body she watches a humanoid timber wolf, a lupin, in studded leather armor with a green cloak and wielding a reinforced long bow emerges from the foliage. The hawk she was going to kill takes off again only to perch on the ranger's shoulder. Suddenly Tasha understands that the hawk is the ranger's pet and she saw everything. But as she starts to fade to black a warm, fuzzy feeling that she knows is healing magic. However, after she is brought back from the brink of death, she feels herself being bound. Cullen Dogwood may have saved her life but if she was going to hurt his friend he needs to interrogate her. Passing out the lop femme wills herself to die rather give up her family's secrets until she hears the muted whoops of goblin warriors.
Restrained but alive, Tasha watches as purple haired goblins bring up blowguns. She smiles but the hawk won't shut up. Fenrys does a quick chant that Tasha recognizes as a spell of protection against un-enchanted missiles. His spell casting worries Tasha, then she notices the torc, a twisted ring of silver encompassing his neck. A Torc of Communion, only those selected as Sentinels within the Circle of Light and those of the Inner Realm are allowed to wear this magic silver collar so that they communicate better with all around them. He was warned and is continuing to being warned by that damn bird. The bow starts to glow in the lupin's hand. Arrows fly as if on missions of death. While the first two goblins going down cause the other eighteen no concern but when ten goblin warriors are killed before the ranger is even scratched, the remaining ten begin to disengage. And when the ranger empties his quiver of twenty arrows and the Purple Death goblin hunting party is completely wiped out, Tasha is very much afraid. In fact she sees the same arrow he took out of her throat recycled to kill the last goblin. Feigning unconsciousness, Tasha is surprised as Fen kneels besides her to get a better look.
"Tasha Woodblade," Cullen says with a frown. "One of many daughters of Duncan who was found to be serving the Shadow Circle but he hinted of more family involved. My hawk confirms that his father, Morgan is an actual member of the Shadow Circle." Tasha remains silent but Cullen shakes his head. "Quit the act, Tasha, I know better. You lops aren't that good at playing possum." Tasha still does not respond, as she is too afraid until she feels the lupin grope her breasts and groin. Then she gets horny. "Interesting all I did is restrain you and yet a good groping gets you hot?"
Tasha would bite her fist if she could. Like her sisters she has been taught to be very receptive to males that abuse them. Something her father ingrained on her years ago. Being restrained turns her on, a fact that she hates in situations like this. Right now a part of her is begging to be used as a sex toy while the rest of her is trying to resist this primal urge. The Lop have always taught their children not to resist predators when they know they can't do anything about. While she is supposed to be complacent now, she will tell her grandfather who will no doubt visit great punishment upon the lupin later. It is while reflecting on this that she sees the pants of his supple armor bulge. Turning her head she tries to forget what her brothers, her uncles and her cousins taught her to do with a male when he gets like that. Unfortunately while she may not want to, her grandfather's programming is starting to kick in and she licks her muzzle.
Cullen sighs and shakes his head. Tasha manages to inchworm herself below him and lick at his groin. Internally, a part of Tasha's psyche is screaming against this but the rational part of her mind has been subjugated to the manifesto of the Shadow Circle. Determined to make herself a honey trap she keeps licking until Cullen relents and lets her suck on his phallus. He knows full well this is mostly an act but part of him is still very curious as to know how far she will go to try and lull him into a false sense of security. But while enjoying his fellatio treatment by his prisoner a bush stirs behind him. Upon seeing the moving bush the eagle cries out a warning. Cullen sees the shuffling mound move and tosses a glass sphere with a brownish orange liquid at the mound. It shatters upon landing exposing its contents to air which causes it to ignite. Tasha never stopped her fellatio; she never saw the mound except after Cullen lit it up. Her grandfather raises and trains predatory plant creatures as a hobby. More as security than anything else and that thing was probably a sentry. A scream elicits from the thing as it burns to death.
Cullen grunts when he climax and Tasha swallows everything she can. Taking her back to the elevated barracks in the majestic redwoods that now serves as a temporary base for this last series of field exams for the apprentice rangers. Once there she is put into a cell with other criminals that will be part of tests scheduled to take place over the next month. However, putting her in a cell and keeping her are two different things. Leaving all clothes and all dignity behind she manages to escape. Using her own orienteering skills she attempts to make her way back to her grandfather. Except she forgot something: she was trying to escape a ranger camp during training season and they expect the prisoner to attempt to escape. Her absence does not go unnoticed for long and a silent alarm goes out. Rangers of various levels of skill and competence are quickly dispatched to bring her back. For Tasha it is a desperate act to return to her family and away from the punishment for their misdeeds that she gleefully participated in, but for the rangers this is a test of their skills and a chance to prove which of them is top dog.
Tasha gets first indication that she is hunted by the site of the eagle, specifically Cullen's hawk. Rangers use their animal companions to help them hunt and now Tasha herself is the prey. Desperation fills the rogue lop's heart as she know Cullen is just that good. She can run all she likes but there is no hiding from a lupin. He will smell her heat and then it will be over. Unless she can find a way to defeat that and Tasha thinks of just such a place. Running to a waterfall she knows has a hidden cavern that she knows how to access. While she manages to get to the waterfall, she is lassoed before she can get into the cave. Looking back at her capturer, she sees the naked form of Cullen Dogwood. Gray fur that features black tiger stripes with red top fur, the irises are a bloody red but not a single garment is worn by the ranger. Her captor licks his muzzle as she realizes his cock is already out and ready. Pressing her up against the wall of the falls he ties her front up quite well before licking her breasts. Binding her has its usual effects and as the lupin violates her, Tasha wraps her legs against his waist. She knows better than to resist the ranger and this time her heat had time to build. The lasso was almost a relief as it meant she was caught again and her body this time was craving sex. Cullen rapes Tasha against the wall of the waterfall. Water cascades down and drenches the pair as Tasha inwardly weeps.
Once Cullen has finished with her initially she is again hauled back to the base. But this time she is not thrown into a cell but into a magic circle. Tasha knows just enough about magic to recognize the purpose of the circle. Forced down to her knees the naked bunny is going to be made someone's pet to be used and abused as he or she see fit. Before the ritual of binding starts, a wood gnome reads off a heady list of charges that her family has perpetrated over the years. Hearing the crimes, Tasha notes that only those that she actually participated in are being read aloud. Apparently she has been fully identified. Members of the Circle of Light, a Druid organization dedicated to goodness in the natural world, are in attendance. An ursyn member, an elder by the look of the old bear, rises once the charges have all been read. Her punishment has already been decided: life in bondage to another member of the Circle or one of its adherents. Cullen is also in attendance. The smug look upon his face is almost too much for Tasha to bear. But even as part of her is railing against the injustice, as she would rather be executed for her crimes than play the part of a pet, another is secretly hoping the wolf that has caught her will be her master. As luck and circumstances would conspire to make it so the ursyn hands Cullen the collar that will be placed around her neck. Tasha keeps her head down and herself calm as she can. When the collar is placed around her neck, the bunny sucks off her captor for all to see quite willingly. Unfortunately what she does not know is that her grandfather has sent a dark heartwood treant to rescue her. It has two objectives to achieve. Primarily it is to disrupt the slaving ceremony and retrieve Tasha. Failing that; it is instructed to kill Tasha so that the family secrets do not fall to the Circle of Light.
Tumbling past the darkly sentient plant of human like form, Cullen casts a spell on himself before striking at critical points on the walking tree. Driving an iron spear into the dark and twisted heart of the treant, Cullen kills it almost instantly. Remembering its other objective the heartwood titan makes sure it falls on top of Tasha, crushing her to death under its weight. Cullen sighs and shakes his head. He sacrificed much to ensure that Tasha was not outright executed and instead became his sexual plaything. And to have all that effort wasted by her senseless death causes the wolf to drop to his need in anger and remorse. A vixen witch he had been arguing with for quite some time kneels behind him and disrobes. She presses her tits to his back and hugs him at first before her hand slips to his cock and starts to paw him off. In the hierarchy of their theocracy, the witch technically outranks him. But she also needs a guardian and that usually means entering into a contract with a male that includes sexual activity.
The ursyn gives Cullen a sly wink and a nod. Reversing their positioning, Fenrys pins Morganna beneath him. Morganna lays down but looks to the bear, as druids hold power over witches in these woods. As Cullen enters Morganna, the old bear performs a hand fasting or marriage ceremony. He sets the time of their binding to five years at which time they must renew or allow the bonds to dissolve. Sighing, the vixen is getting the wolf protector she wanted, just not in the circumstances she wanted. Unbeknownst to all another plant creature called a spore bat is watching them and transmitting its findings back to Morgan Woodblade. Woodblade is not happy at the proceedings as he paces back and forth in his hovel.
"This is intolerable!" Morgan bellows to no one in particular. But much to his chagrin a seven foot female humanoid with green scaled skin and the general countenance of a dragon walks in on him. "And what is so intolerable, Morgan?" Shi demands to know. Like all dragons of this world this wood dragon is a true hermaphrodite. Wearing not a stitch of clothing, shi taps her foot expecting an answer. "Oh...nothing, Dracina, your highness," Morgan lies badly. "Just a bit of a set back, that's all. Everything is proceeding according to our plans." "I find that a little hard to believe." Dracina growls, "I know you have been lying to the Shadow Circle. Your incompetence is becoming a liability. The Circle of Light is coming close to finding out our plans and that, my dear, dear Morgan is quite intolerable." "Temporary set backs I assure you deeply, your magnificence." Morgan whines as he tries to convince the dragon without much success. "I just need to find someway to eliminate a certain ranger before he becomes a guardian" "Ah, yes, the ranger Fenrys who has become such a nuisance." Dracina states: "I am actually here to discuss him. It has come to my attention that he is quite skilled. If our plan to awaken the tarrasque to reek havoc on the countryside is to come to fruition than he must die. Did you plan on having your granddaughter seduce him?" "Not especially but I was going to use that angle once she was properly conditioned." Morgan states which gets a nod of approval. "But you botched attempt at retrieving her, has executed her." Darcina states coldly. "I will not stand for this incompetence. You are to be removed as our operative in this area." "But, your grace!" Morgan yells in desperation. "Please! I beg you! Have I not been loyal?" Dracina flashes him a sinister smile of lust. "Oh that you have been, dear, dear Morgan. Which is why you will have a boon before you are retired. Not to mention how I intend to retire you. Strip yourself and lay down on the table." "Yes; your grace." Morgan knows better than to protest.
After stripping himself nude and laying on the table as instructed Morgan notices the dragon is showing hir heat. Dracina licks at Morgan's scrotum. The druid may be old but his libido has only increased with age. Getting his member up and ready to use does not take long as the dragon knows full well. The dragon impales hirself on his member and licks hir own muzzle in pleasure. Riding the rabbit with full control, the dragon makes him cum inside of hir before proceeding with phase two of hir plans. Young by dragon reckoning, Dracina is older and more steeped in magic lore than hir partner of the moment. Retaining his seed, shi use lye to remove his fur before shi takes out all of his fillet knives and butchering cleavers. Shi fires up the grill he has used to cook many humans and elves over the years. Rubbing the same cooking and marinating herbs he has used on many an agent of light on his body, Morgan is alarmed at the fact that his member springs to life once more. Once done with the initial applications shi takes a cleaver and surgically castrates with a single precise stroke. Placing his cock and balls on the grill to cook shi then starts to butcher him alive. Only when shi decapitates him with a cleaver stroke does he receive the release of death. But his soul cannot leave by hir own decree. He is forced to watch as his body becomes a meal for his patron before a goat bearing an enchanted lantern around its neck meanders in. Dracina places Morgan's soul in the lantern before assuming his form to further his schemes that he had approved by hir personally. | Millenium Nap (Chapter 1) by Fenryx | [
"Bizarre",
"Bunny",
"D&D",
"M/F",
"Rape",
"Snuff",
"Violence",
"Vixen",
"Vore (soft)",
"Wolf"
] |
Zion - Path of the Moon Mother Chapter 0 Conclusion Bannihar - Blinding Light (Part 2)
"Stay on your guard," Lord Raes suggested as the rest of the party filtered into the large room after him, "They may have chosen this building for a reason."
The group looked around the ground floor. The building appeared to have been hollowed out. Large sections of wall had been removed to provide a clear view around the entire first level but a single wall remained undisturbed toward the center of the building. "Why didn't they move that one too?" Priestess Delier asked quietly, motioning to the unaltered stone wall with her muzzle.
It's load-bearing." both Roarg and Elias said at the same time. They each grinned at the other's response.
"Keep close together." Lord Raes suggested, "It looks like they have murder holes." he motioned toward the ceiling, which was full of large sections of broken wood providing glimpses of the floor above. Elesin was already half way across the room, but almost everyone else gathered close together, all eyes going to the holes in the ceiling. Alexander separated further from the party, slinking into the darkness.
"There." Iskiy announced quietly, motioning with his sword to a shadow that moved monetarily across one of the breaks in the ceiling.
"Corporal... long range." Lord Raes directed, and Iskiy complied, sheathing his blade before drawing out his bow once again.
"Priestess..." Roarg spoke up, glancing to Kayte, "Can you ask the Goddess for protection?" he requested. The wolf nodded, whispering quietly as she brought her paws together. Roarg drew his double-headed battle hammer, gripping it tightly with both paws. The leather grip creaked beneath his firm grasp, but the more prominent sound was the creaking of floor boards from above.
Roarg and Elias looked to one another and Roarg nodded toward the remaining stone wall in the middle of the room; the armadillo got the picture immediately. Elias knelt to the ground and placed his palms against the stone. He twisted his fingers into the floor as if it were clay, gripping the rock and gave it a firm shake as one might with a sheet on a bed. A powerful ripple flowed across the floor and into the central wall; a moment later the entire floor above the group began shaking. Several shouts from above signaled that the cultists were no longer interested in stealth.
"Kill them!" came the call from behind the stone wall at the center of the room, and five cultists emerged from hiding, wicked-looking jagged knives in their grasp. Several crossbows peeked through the holes in the ceiling.
"Protect us in our time of need." Kayte's voice picked up volume as her prayer concluded. A cool, silverly blue light rippled through the party, encasing Kayte, Iskiy, and Elias in a protective aura. A wavering beam of light crept across the floor, seeking out Elesin to keep her safe from harm as well.
Lord Raes raised his shield, "IN TAH'AVEEN'S NAME!" his entire body became a beacon of the same illumination, enveloping both Roarg and himself in the holy defense.
"Battle isn't won with pretty words and bright lights, kids." Elesin announced, "Here... I'll show ya how to do it." The kangaroo shifted her sword to her left paw and reached into her satchel with her right. Black sand leaked out between her fingers as she began intoning the words of power.
"Ah... miss?" Elias spoke up, "I'm not certain that kind of spell is the right one to use in an enclosed--" but the warning fell on deaf ears... and as the kangaroo's spell was completed the remaining sand in her grasp erupted into a roaring ball of flame.
"You worship a big ball of fire, eh?" Elesin's grin was truly frightening illuminated by the crackling orb. She lobbed the blistering globe upward into the ceiling, "You're welcome."
Lord Raes raised his shield, a silvery barrier of light spreading out around the group to protect them from the flames. Standing amidst the swirling mass of cinders Elesin simply laughed, unharmed by her own magic. She slid her blade back to her main paw as several cultists from the floor above fell to the ground, charred, dead already before hitting the floor.
A single cultists remained on the weakened second floor, flames licking at his robe. The man brushed the fire off with the back of his hand, drawing the burns and blisters from his body with the same gesture. Scowling, he raised his crossbow, taking aim at Elesin... but an arrow sprouted from his chest a split second after Iskiy's bow string twanged.
The cultists on the ground floor each quickly spoke a word of warding and motioned with their free hands, their own divine energy granting them protection against any future magic thrown their way and, thus protected, they stalked toward the kangaroo.
"I'll handle these wackos if you all still want to stay in your huddle..." the kangaroo called over her shoulder, "But I don't think it's going to be a very fair fight... there's only five of em."
"You will die for your vanity." declared the lead cultist, a coyote with gold embroidery on his robe. "Kill her." he announced to two cultists nearest him. They rushed her immediately upon the order, both coming at her from the front. Without a pause, Elesin returned the favor, closing the distance. She skidded to a halt and leapt to the side at the last minute, drawing her blade across the abdomen of the cultist on the right. He collapsed mid-stride, innards falling out of the opening. The kangaroo spun around with a back-arm swing at neck height, but the second cultist was able to block it with his blade.
Another cultist rushed Elesin from behind, blade at the ready. Elias was quick to respond, placing himself between the cultist and the kangaroo.
"An armadillo?" the raccoon cultist sneered, "I'll spill your blood in Her name!" and he stabbed. Elias spun to the side, relying on his rock armor and his shell to protect him from the blow; it did. He pushed back further, knocking the raccoon off balance. Continuing his spin, the armadillo held his arm out. The stone covering his flesh extended past the point of his claws, thinning and broadening out into a rock blade. The raccoon, however, nimbly ducked.
By that time, Roarg had lumbered into the fray. With a simple, no-nonsense downward swing the badger collapsed the raccoon's head. He sidestepped, winding his weapon around for another strike, bringing it to aim against a bear cultist who moved to intercept him. The bear stepped to the side at the last minute, taking the hammer as a glancing blow to the shoulder at the last minute. Though the attack dealt no real damage, it did knock the bear off balance, making his own attack come up short, blocked easily by the badger's hammer.
Alexander emerged from the shadows, blade held in reserve as he stamped his foot down against the bear's shin, forcing the large cultist back, and right into Lord Raes' charge. The large dog led his rush with his sword, impaling the bear straight through, pushing the corpse off his blade with a bash from his shield. Another cultist rushed him from behind, and Lord Raes spun about, knocking the knife aside with his shield and driving his sword right into the attacker's throat. By that time, only the cultist with the embroidered robe still survived.
"You... champion of Tah'aveen..." the last cultist stated. The coyote pointed his blade at Lord Raes, "You will die."
"Everyone will die... but he will not be felled by your hand." Priestess Delier announced, stepping to the front of the group, "No one here shall. You lost your flock, Pretender. Now submit."
"Kayte Delier..." the cultist sneered, "I'm surprised they let an initiate leave the temple."
"Priestess." the wolf corrected.
"Either way, you live a lie. Tah'aveen is NOTHING!" he sneered, changing his grip in his blade as he raised his arm to hold it in a stabbing position. Lord Raes quickly stepped to interpose himself between the Priestess and the Cultist.
"DIE!" the coyote bellowed, bringing the knife down with all his might. Lord Raes dropped his shield and casually reached up and intercepted the arm, paw grabbing the cultist's wrist in a vice-like grip. Wild-eyed, the coyote added his second paw to the first, trying to force the dagger down into the dog. His whole body shook with effort, "My... Lady... will not--" Lord Raes casually brought the pommel of his sword across from the right to collide with the cultist's head. The coyote collapsed, leaving Raes holding both a sword and the cultist's dagger.
"Your 'Lady' is an illusion." Priestess Delier announced, "You're defeated... now yield."
The coyte slumped to the floor, falling to his paws and knees. He hung his head, a drop of blood falling to the stone from the cut on the side of his face. He began sobbing, "Why have you abandoned me?" he asked softly.
"She was never with you..." Lord Raes announced, tossing the cultist's blade to the side, "you were deceived." he reached down to pick the man up, but the cultist suddenly sprung at him.
Pulling a hidden blade from his robe the cultist screamed, "MY LIFE FOR TAH'ALIA!"
Shieldless, Lord Raes moved his left arm to intercept the blade and a pulse of silvery blue energy repelled the attack before it reached his flesh. The cultist pressed the attack, placing his foot behind Lord Raes' and body-checked him with his full weight. It wasn't enough to push the dog off balance, but it did open up his defenses. The cultist, sadistic grin flashing in victory, readied his blade for another strike, but he stopped, eyes open wide.
The coyote's paw opened and his blade fell to the ground. He took a half step forward, and fell face first to the floor, a knife stuck cleanly in his back between his shoulder blades. Alexander stood there, looking down at the fallen cultist. Quietly kneeling down, the cat pulled his blade free and wiped it off on the man's robes. Fur still standing on end, the silent feline numbly replaced the weapon into a sheath within his vest and turned, walking right out of the building. One by one the party followed. The cult was defeated, but the trip hadn't even begun.
Welcome back to Zion: Light of the New Moon. Unlike the other groups, Bannihar has a follow-up post to finish off Chapter 0.
Due to their Story Arc, Group 1 engages in combat for their very first Chapter. Victorious, the party from Bannihar gains 1 Experience (an amount equal to the Complexity of their Story Arc).
Since combat was involved in this post, all characters also gain 1 Minor Fatigue. Nobody is at 5 Minor Fatigue so no checks are required to avoid a Major Fatigue point.
Elias, Elesin, Kayte, and Raes are all required to check against the power of their magic/faith to see if they gain a Minor Fatigue or a Major Fatigue. All of the characters succeed on their check and gain an additional Minor Fatigue. Due to the power of magic used by Elesin she automatically gains a Major Fatigue as well, putting her at a total of 1 Major and 2 Minor; if she gains 1 more Major Fatigue she will be inhibited by them due to it exceeding her Mettle rating of 1.
Now that combat is over, readers have the opportunity to vote for their favorite character. "Favorite" can mean any number of things depending on how readers choose to define the term. You might consider your "favorite" the character that contributed the most, perhaps one that accomplished the most, or maybe someone that just gives you "the right vibe". You do not need to define why the character is your favorite, you just need to vote! Contributing Readers and Non-Contributing readers are both welcome to vote. This vote will only be available until 11:50pm (pst) on Sunday the 29th.
The group from Bannihar certainly got started off with a blast!
Stay tuned for the beginning of Chapter 1, coming up this weekend! | Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 0.2 by comidacomida | [
"Fantasy",
"Gore",
"Magic",
"Violence",
"Zion"
] |
Hey all! So, my goal was to write some short and yiffy (not sure that's a proper adjective...oh well), and I wanted to push myself too. Gave myself an hour and 4 pages to work with--so that I had a goal and all that...went a little over--so still need to work on that aspect. But, for what it was written in and the time and all taht, tell me what you think! Hope ya' enjoy!
"So...square the 'x'...yeah...yeah..." the wolf mumbled with the pencil between his teeth before beginning to do the calculations. It only took a bit of time and a few scribbles before the inevitable angst though, "Damn it! No...no, wait...yes...yes...Got it!" he mumbled jubilantly--knowing that he only had one more problem to go before being finished with his 'take home' chemistry final.
It wouldn't be long now until the semester was over; till hell week was over. Zombie week. Dead week. Reading week. Week of no-hope. It went by many names, all of them invoking just as much terror and fear as the over in the students across campus. Made A's on all your homework and quizzes? Great, now the professor's bundle up one test that counts for thirty percent of your grade--much like the slim piece of paper in front of the wolf.
Of course Devin felt he handled the stress better than most. He was after all, an RA and in a position where he had to show a certain capability for managing many tasks due at once--having just calmed down a first year student who was flipping out about having forgotten to go to their lab practical. Still, it was only Tuesday, and he'd assured the fox that if he got in contact with the professor then they could most hopefully work something out.
Well, perhaps he didn't get any slimmer by his method--a piece of chocolate every time he got a concept or answered a question correctly. But he figured a bit of gut wasn't a terrible thing; it certainly didn't keep him from the dancing nights held on Thursdays: keeping up with the best of them too.
Now he was glad to nearly be done with his own first exam. It would be Wednesday before he had his first exam--though he was hoping his partner would arrive soon. After all, it was a tradition to study intro to analytical chemistry together. That's what partners did--among many other things. Behind him he heard the door click and a gust of wind sweep into the room as it was thrown open. Looking over he saw a muscular lion with a glare so vicious one might think he was ready attack anyone who got on his bad side, or that he already had.
"Fucking shit-face, asshole of fuck-mever-town!" Allen grumbled throwing his bookbag over his head and then, as if realizing his computer was inside at the last moment, stopped himself from hitting it against the wall.
"Language!" Devin hissed a bit playfully at his more than scowling boyfriend. The lion didn't acknowledge him before moving over and getting a beer, something he wasn't supposed to have on campus, from his fridge and wasting no time before beginning to down it. He watched a few moments more before his eyes widened in elation, "That's it!"
Allen continued chugging away the beverage only giving a huff of reply to the wolf who was now scribbling away madly at the paper--seeming to draw some complicated structure but smiling to himself as he did so. He wiped away the excess on his chin and let out a belch as he watched the wolf continue working for a few more moments. Devin soon enough stood up, strode over to him, and clasped onto the sides of his neck through his mane, holding his fur tightly.
"You're so perfect!" Devin told the lion before diving in and giving his stressed boyfriend a wet, plundering kiss. It didn't take the lion long to start a small purr or to return the kiss just as eagerly, even if he wasn't sure what warranted such affection. He pulled back after a few moments and smirked, "Now...what's the problem? Things not go so well for your exam?"
"My asshole of a professor told us, 'ohhh there's no need to know phase diagrams' you know," Allen mocked in a tone very easy to interpret as nothing short of hate. "I mean, fuck me for not studying something I shouldn't have had to!"
Devin leaned forward and kissed the lion once more on his cheek, getting the tiniest flicker of a smile from his boyfriend, "I'm sorry you had such a bad time...was it all that bad?" he asked, getting a whiff of lion musk as he did. The lion really was worked up--the exam had been all the way in Anderson Hall; half way across campus and it seemed like the feline had stomped all the way here. It was nice--despite the undertone of anger.
Allen just snorted a bit and looked away, more than recognizing his mate's coddling him like he was throwing things out of proportion--something he was likely to do. Still, he was borderline passing in that class; he needed all the points he could get!
"I know something that'll make you feel better," Devin said, smirking a bit.
"What?"
"Bit of wolf cock...make you mewl for a bit before shooting your load. You know you're always happy with a bit of cock,"
Allen's ears twitched on his head while he quickly glared up at the wolf, "Devin, this is serious..." he said, but his sheath did twitch pleasantly at the idea. Still it was unlike the wolf to suggest it so raunchily. They had spent the past two years working up to their routines: dinner, perhaps a movie, bit of romance, bit of romping, lot of cuddling, sometimes waking the other up for another go. To just 'go' was a bit odd.
"I'm serious too Babe...you're stressed. I'm hella stressed. You chugging back a beer made me realize the answer to my last problem--had to work out the alcohol in esterification,"
"What about analytical Chem?" Allen asked, eyeing the wolf as he threw his shirt across the room. The wolf did look good...really good.
"We've got tomorrow," Devin replied.
"..."
"You said it best yourself," Devin told the lion, dropping his boxers unceremoniously and stepping over to his boyfriend who was still fully clothed. He splayed a paw through the lush mane of the feline before gripping down and yanking Allen closer to his peaking member, "Fuck you. I can do that...I can really do that,"
Allen scowled up at the wolf but the musk was a bit too much to deny. He let out a small sigh of pleasure before pushing against his boyfriend to no avail. A part of him realized the irony of pushing away the sexy wolf who he usually had to perk up to having sex--not with too much trouble mind you. Still, the wolf was literally throwing himself at him.
"I know you want it,"
Another small growl escaped the lion as he glared up at his boyfriend who was now grinding his package against his muzzle. It was--OK, he couldn't deny it; it was hot and sexy; he loved a bit of rough treatment.
Devin smirked as the vibration from the lion changed from a low growl to a medium purr of contentment, followed by a wet experimental lick over his sack. He pulled Allen away, leaned down, and planted a kiss on the feline's lips. After a bit he pulled back and smirked.
"Thought I was going to get some wolf cock," Allen retorted to the wolf's leering. He didn't feel abashed about the statement, after all, he had been quite content to begin with a good tongue bath over the wolf's fuzzy orbs. The wolf ruffled his mane before standing fully back up.
"Well...it's here..."
Devin stared at the wolf for a few moments before a smile ran over his features--almost not even upset about his exam anymore, and certainly not upset about having been forced to smell and take in his boyfriend's musky scent. He started out by kissing the wolf's bit of paunch--never a bad thing to have in a male--before quickly working his way to the tip of his boyfriend's cock.
It was nice too--not quite hard yet. There was only about an inch out of the wolf's sheath, meaning it was Allen's job to get the rest out and into his muzzle. He was purring happily when he wrapped his lips around the tip and began a gentle suckling motion, teasing his boyfriend's tapered end with his tongue and being rewarded with a spurt of pre over his tongue.
After a minute of gentle maneuvers and eager paws the two had found a rhythm. Quickly enough Allen was allowed to bob his head a bit more and more as the wolf's cock emerged from its furry home and into its warm playhouse. He didn't let up on the purrs or moans of pleasure at the feeling either; not that they eve needed to be forced. This was better though; eyes closed and working over a hot veiny shaft that rewarded him with delicious wolf nectar--a thousand times better than studying.
"There ya' go...get it nice and wet," Devin slurred, thrusting in and out of the oh-so-willing muzzle. By now it was a simple matter of a bit of movement of his hips and keeping his paw on the lion's head because Allen needed no push to bob his head up and down the slick pole. He grinned down at his boyfriend, unsure just what exactly could be better than the lips sealed around his member as that tongue lathed over him--even the purring added to it all.
"Mmmm...Mmhmm," Allen moaned to the wolf, throwing off the pattern of the grey furred hangers slapping against his chin when he moved down and deepthroated his wolf. He could feel the flesh throbbing inside of him and taste the sweetness of the pre as his reward for being the great cat he was. A moment more and he reunited with Devin's rhythm to where he could feel the wolf's low-hangers slapping rudely against his moist chin where from the combination of a great, mouthwatering cock and his more than eager mouth.
Without losing a beat he moved his paws to his shirt and began to work over the buttons. He opened his eyes briefly to look up at the wolf who smirked lewdly down at him. It was a bit odd but he managed a grin through the cock between his lips and only purred more intensely when the wolf told him how hot and sexy he was--though not quite in such simple terms. It took him a moment before he shucked off his shirt, revealing his chest and well groomed furry mane that ran down his neck and chest--a bit expanded around his pecs before dipping into his waist where his sheath was: his happy trail as it was.
"So hot..." Devin growled down, emphasizing his words with a rough thrust into Allen's muzzle. The lion was soon groping and working over his pants, though that endeavor soon ended once the button and zipper were undone--the feline paws instead opting for wolf fur and flesh. He let out a good-natured groan as claws raked down his lower back, and Allen moaned happily; even throwing in a twist of his head over his cock before diving quickly back down again.
He let the lion enjoy himself for a minute more before pulling back, watching as Allen's eyes opened once again and he tried to move forward to reclaim his lost treat. The lion had the brief look that he'd miscalculated their rhythm and had let the cock accidently slip--though after as much practice as the two had such a thing was unheard of. Devin grinned down at the lion and ruffled the maned head, "Ready for the main event Babe?"
"Hell yeah," Allen sighed, readjusting himself to where he could once more use his mouth to breathe. He began to work deftly over his shoes and socks, casting a few smiles up at the wolf as he did so.
"Want me to get you ready or just go for the simple stuff tonight?" Devin asked, showing the tip of his tongue and grinning a little.
"Simple stuff,"
"Just want t--Oh!" Devin let out a slight yelp as he was pulled down onto the bed.
"Just like you said I said," Allen told the wolf, reaching over the desk and fumbling around a moment until he found that inconspicuous bottle of pleasured related liquid next to the wolf's night light. "Fuck me,"
Devin let out a moan as the lion dipped down for a kiss, their tongues beginning a small duet for the night while he was handed the bottle of lube. He didn't mind though. While he got his paw nice and wet--making sure to warm the cool gel a bit too--the lion's paws began to graze over him in nearly every way. Sometimes using claws to rake down his chest and other times stroking his muzzle.
The two furs continued their makeout session, eventually with Allen ending up on top and straddling the wolf. The room was filled with the gentle hum of a purr and the occasional cussing of the feline as he pulled away to remind the wolf once again what to do to him--biting his lip before dipping back into the kiss as he did.
"Mmmm! Mm-mm...Mmmmm," Allen moaned into the wolf's muzzle as he began to take his boyfriend's member--not stopping till his hips were resting back on plushy wolf fur again. After a few moments he began to pull from the kiss, grinning as he did, "That's good..."
"Yeah," Devin replied with a small grin. After a bit of readjusting his had his knees propped up behind the lion like a small chair and a pillow behind his head to watch the show, "Now...I know we've been talking about the things I'm going to do to you...but...I feel like letting my kitten do what he wants for a bit,"
"Watch it Devin," Allen told his boyfriend, showing off his snarl for a moment but making it turn into a small, dumb grin as he slid off and back onto the thick veined shaft. It didn't take him long to begin working up to a heavy rhythm. His breathes came in small sputters and left in happy grunts while the wolf kept to tilting his hips or gyrating them a little--poking him in all sorts of fun places.
It didn't take either the two long to feel the effects of their lovemaking. Devin ran a paw up and down the sweaty chest of the lion, playing with the mane and occasionally giving his boyfriend's balls a rewarding squeeze. He was beginning to sweat too, adding to the musky air he was sure any would notice if they walked by his room. Hell, they would notice the grunts and slap of flesh against flesh.
Even the small dorm bed creaked in unison with them. Allen had his eyes closed tight with a look of concentration and pleasure on his features while he bounced himself up and down on the wolf's cock, paying no mind to his own leaking, pulsing member. He was a lion, it didn't take much to get him off--he'd let the wolf pound the cum out of him. After a bit he found himself leaning down and pushing on and off the wolf, feeling hot pants of air from his boyfriend run across his face.
"Yeah...that's a good job," Devin remarked, feeling his cock pulse and shoot more and more pre into his lover's tight hole. The way Allen worked for it, getting to watch his mane sway a little as if in a breeze or to lean up to taste the sweat of his labor that was only bouncing up and down on his shaft--it was all perfect. The sound of the lion's low hangers against his own flesh, or that of the mixture between the purr and grunts; they all worked in tandem for this purpose. He planted his paws on the lion's hips, beginning to help his boyfriend; shoving him down onto his cock; letting him know he still had a knot to go.
"Huh-huh-huh...fuuu--Oh!" Allen grunted, surprised by the quick jab up by his wolf but not minding it at all. His cock was swaying with the rhythm of their bodies, leaking pre onto the wolf's stomach much like the wolf's tool was leaking into his rump. "Tie me," he moaned.
Devin was panting heavier now.
"P-Please Devin," Allen mewled, his teeth bared and his own pace breaking; instead becoming more erratic and needy. He nearly rose off his boyfriend, before being helped back down and letting out a growl of pain, snarling in pleasure as the knot speared him.
"Comen...get in--make you mine!" Devin growled up at the lion, now bucking his own hips to meet the lion's downward thrusts. He needed to tie the feline, just as much as Allen needed to be tied. They both worked to the goal, making sure the other was going to reach their peak.
"Ah!"
"Ah...Ohh...Ohhhah--Mmmphpmm!" Allen yowled into his boyfriend's muzzle as he sank down past the knot. As soon as the kiss began it ended--having served its purpose so that he didn't wake up half the dormhall. He was held tightly against the growling wolf, feeling his boyfriend's knot pull against his pucker but his body being fall to unwilling to let it go. The wolf was his; just like he was the wolf's. His prostate was being pummeled mercilessly, and at the feeling of that all familiar heat flaring inside him he let out a mewl of pleasure while his cock throbbed between them.
Devin snarled at his boyfriend, feeling him clamp down on his cock like a vice and the lion's cock pulsing between their bellies, thick spurts of lion cum being trapped between their now sticky chests. His own cock throbbed in the warm, velvety tunnel, shooting off pulse after pulse of wolf cum; replacing any vital fluids his lover lost.
Soon it was at the familiar point; where Allen was helplessly moaning against him--his over sensitive prostate still being milked by his bucking hips; not that it stopped him. He kept thrusting into the lion, filling him with his essence and not missing the smile that it put on his lover's muzzle either. But even eventually he felt his own hips falter, and they were both soon clinging to one another--the feeling of wet cat cum seeping between them.
"Ooooooh..." Allen moaned, laying his head down on the wolf's messy chest while Devin's paws ran up and down his back. As his breathes returned to normal and the heat fell away he became aware of the cool air. It felt even colder, reminding him just how much he'd worked himself up. He nestled as close to the wolf as he could; wanting that heat that was so firmly planted in him to transfer all around him.
"Here..." Devin said, leaning over and grabbing a blanket off the floor. He threw it over them and wrapped his arms and legs around his boyfriend, smiling at him, "Better,"
"Yeah..." Allen purred, squeezing down a bit with his private muscles on the wolf, and feeling a bit of his own seed seep between them.
It was silent for a few moments.
Allen looked up and smiled at the wolf, "You know...after this...I think I'll need a review,"
"Review your canine anatomy?"
"Mmhmm...they say you have to repeat something three times before it really sinks in you know..."
Devin grinned a little and kissed the lion before nipping at his ear, "OK, but I don't want to hear you complaining tomorrow about a sore ass, got it?" | The Cure for Dead Week Finals by Grizzled Bear | [
"Anal",
"Bareback",
"Canine",
"College",
"Feline",
"Knot",
"Lion",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Short",
"Wolf"
] |
I love the old gyms, the ones left over from the previous era. They're very rare, scattered about in what's left of the old concrete islands. You have to go to them to find decent steam rooms and saunas, and they still have water showers, not those silly dust baths or professional grooming stations. I suppose if I had fur, I'd enjoy that new stuff quite a bit more; to someone cold-blooded with scales, the old ways are the best.
I let the hot water in "Frank's Gym" run across the top of my head and down my back, warming me. Getting warmed up is important before a workout, all the more so when you're exothermic. I leaned against the shower wall, clicking my long nails on the tile and keeping aware of the footsteps of those behind me to avoid having my tail stepped on. Since most of my fellow gym-goers showered after their workouts (if they showered at all), they had very slow, heavy steps; most of their energy was spent.
In this gym, the showers did not have stalls. Everything was opened up, steam rising uniformly everywhere in this large tiled room, with a single door leading to the lockers. It took a while to warm up in the colder parts of the year, so I'd stay in the same spot long enough to observe several shifts of the shaggy, furry males lathering up, still catching their breath after their exertions. I enjoyed watching them, they're so different. Fur and prominent ears, some muzzles with whiskers and some without. Large, prominent sheaths, pendulous testicles; I have nothing like that. That is, nothing that shows unless it's ready to be used.
As I recognized some of them, they probably recognized me by sight or scent. I'd been coming here for a few months. I was no doubt "the lizard". I had gotten to know a few of them very well in the steam room a few weeks ago, which is how I convinced them that I wasn't a female accidentally wandering into the males' changing area. But that's another story.
Feeling much more active after letting the hot water do its work, I went out to the lockers, and dressed myself in my change of clothes. When I had arrived, I walked past several familiar scents; I expected them to be out on the first floor, but the large rooms housing weights and corridors leading off to the hot tub, pool, and steam room were surprisingly empty of fellows I recognized. My tongue waggles when I'm following scents, and I'll admit it; it looks very silly and I don't like doing it in public. But there was nobody important here to see, and I wanted to know what they were all up to. I caught most of their trails: the fuzzy boys were upstairs.
I sauntered up myself, and was just in time to round the corner at the top of the stairs to see one of the regulars, a stag whose name I still didn't know, pacing back and forth near the water trough and salt lick. He was limping, grimacing with each step, and casting angry looks toward double doors at the opposite end of the room.
That room was also known as "the arena". It was usually locked, but when enough of the fuzzies got antsy, as they will in the spring, a few good-natured fights help relieve the tension. I went to the arena, pushing the swinging door wide open so I'd have enough time to drag my tail in after me.
There was a bear whose name I knew, executing a sloppy submission hold on an unfamiliar hog. They were wrestling on a recently unrolled mat in the center of the dimly lit room. It was a little chilly in here; I estimated I'd have about 15 minutes before I'd get too cold, and start going into torpor.
The bear, Cody, was simply hugging the boar so tightly that the poor hog couldn't catch his breath. I didn't recognize the boar's face, but he smelled familiar. He let out one last whiny grunt before his eyes rolled back into his head, and his struggles ceased. Cody dropped him to the mat.
"So! Anyone else?" Cody pounded his chest. He was a fine specimen, much stronger than the average bear. "My first match, and it only lasted a minute. I'm not tired at all yet!"
I caught sight of another stag, looking the worse for wear; possibly the opponent of the first one I had passed. Just as I thought; it was an informal little session of jockeying for status. The room reeked of male pheremones. I was certain all I had missed were tests of strength, not of skill. Maybe it was time to introduce myself.
"I'll play with you," I said and stepped up. My knee creaked and popped on the way, which elicited a look of astonishment from a certain panda I knew well. He prodded a friend of his, a small wolf, and started whispering. Maybe I'd have a cheering section.
I tossed the shirt I had been wearing in front of me, and it fell perfectly flat at the edge of the mat. I could read the familiar saying as I passed it: "Youth and Strength are no match for Age and Treachery." Dragging my tail behind me, I tightened the drawstring on my pants.
The bear wasn't expecting someone like me. He looked down at the top of my head; I refrained from tipping my head up meet his gaze; it wasn't necessary yet. "Are you a monitor lizard?"
"No, I'm a tegu. And you're a brown bear...though I suppose you're sometimes mistaken for a grizzly bear. Cody, right?"
I wondered if he wished he were a grizzly, or if he had told some of them that he was. Almost everyone there was a regular; I knew few of their names, but I knew their scents and appearances from waiting my turn to use equipment or watching them spotting each other for heavy dead lifts. I'm sure he recognized as many of the muzzles and snouts here as I did. They muttered and discussed my chances.
"Yeah," he answered me. He grinned condescendingly. "I don't want to hurt you too much, gramps. Tell me, have you written your will?"
"No, I haven't. Call me Walther."
The grin turned into a sneer. "You can call me 'Daddy' after this. I'll break your back if I'm not careful, so be sure to cry loud enough for me to hear while I'm squeezing the life out of you." He walked forward, arms raised.
While he probably didn't realize that I didn't have to breathe as often as he, the hog, or many of the other mammalian spectators did, and that he'd have to crush me for a long, long time. However, I didn't relish the idea of being swept up into his arms. He was strong enough so that I doubted I could break free without seriously hurting him.
I smiled slightly, imagining other settings where I in fact might not mind a tight, lasting hug from a massive guy like him. "I'll show you who your daddy is, Cody," I whispered to myself as my tongue involuntarily flicked out at him. He was very close now. "I'll be gentle."
I stepped aside slowly; too slowly, so that he turned to follow me, reaching for my shoulder. I let his claws click against the scales there, tantalizingly close to an old scar where a much faster lion had once snagged me. I didn't even glance toward him as his grasping claws closed on nothing.
"Running away?" He snorted and lunged at me again. All of his bodybuilding efforts had been poured into making himself stronger; he wanted to appear big. None of his work was in order to make himself flexible or able to change direction quickly. He was a wonderful example of a muscular, strong bear, but great strength isn't a prerequisite for being a great fighter.
This time I moved quickly; I didn't dodge to the side or retreat, I moved toward him, under his lumbering, grasping arms. I felt his paws slide down my back, missing their target; he had meant to grab my shoulders, presumably to pick me up and shake me in a wasteful attempt at humiliation. It would cost him.
I held one of his arms to my shoulder and shoved against him with my other shoulder, putting all of the force of my tail into it. He was surprised; my legs look weak, and in fact, they were very weak compared to his. But my tail's thicker around than even his legs.
Of course, not knowing better, he pushed back to overcompensate. He had no sense of balance at all. So as he leaned forward to put more force into the resisting push, I caved in to the side. I pulled his arm, locked against my shoulder at the elbow, across his front. I moved most of my body out of the way but my tail, which with a quick jerk up, entangled itself across one ankle and behind his other leg's knee. With one last light tug on his arm, it overbalanced him. Tani otoshi, the valley drop throw: it's served me well. Technically, one is supposed to use a leg for the last little trip and lift, not a tail. But you work with what you've got.
He landed on his back, which conveniently untangled my tail from his legs. I landed mostly on him. He wouldn't be getting up for a minute, judging from the sound of him hitting the mat. I patted the front of his shorts, coaxing a groan and an incoherent mumble from the big bear.
"Poor daddy. You rest for a while. Come and see me in the steam room later if you feel up to it." I rolled forward and stood up; it was probably time to go before I got too chilly and slow. I collected my things and headed for the door.
The surrounding fellows watched me go, really seeing me for the first time. "Tell Cody I enjoyed myself," I said. "He can be much stronger; maybe I'll take him on as a student." | Tussle by Doc Hauke | [
"Bear",
"Character Development",
"Fighting",
"Gym",
"M/M",
"No-Yiff",
"Reptile",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)",
"Wrestling"
] |
The maroon comforter was soft on my lion paws as I gathered it around me, settling in for the story my friend Gray was about to tell. The raccoon sat next to me, his eyes stared off out the window as he began to relate a tale of his roommate red fox, Loki. I wanted to hear the story because I was drawn to the fox. While he was away I had slept in his bed, taken on his scent, and liked what I felt. Gray could sense this attraction and instead of being jealous, as many animals are when they find out their mate is taken by another; he fed my curiosity because he was not under the belief that any creature should be claimed by another. He also had great respect for me, and his roommate Loki. The raccoon and I cuddled on the bed together as he began his tale.
"Loki had been sharing his den with an older vixen. They were mating on a regular basis, but he had taken precautions to avoid unwanted kits, after all, they were still young pups themselves in his eyes."
Gray paused and reflected, as though contemplating his own age and wondering if he still looked at himself as a younger cub. I thought of my own age, yes, my mane was starting to grow out, I had been chased out of my pride a few years ago, but I was not yet strong enough to call myself a mature male. I nuzzled into Gray, smelling his familiar sent and thinking about the kinship we shared together. He felt me pressing into him and continued the story.
"Well, you and I both know Loki is a loner, he drifted out of the area and headed north to join me here. The vixen stayed in contact with him but could tell he was not interested in keeping up a long distance relationship. She seemed clingy and kept calling him. A few weeks later she dropped a bomb shell, she was pregnant and saying they were his kits. Of course Loki was confused, he had used protection religiously to prevent this, yet she said it had somehow failed. Instead of running with his tail tucked as many other young pups would, he owned up to the accusations and agreed to return to her den to stay if she would have him. He would help raise the kits and call the vixen his mate."
Again Gray paused. He looked at me seriously now, "No one told him he had to do it, he could have called her a liar, and she had slept with others before him. But he was strong; he owned up to it and went to her because he is much older than his age tells." It was true, though Loki was still a pup; his eyes showed the maturity he had been forced into. The scares of many brushes with death covered his lean frame.
"She lost the litter in an accident. That's what she told him anyway. He went to her and still offered his paw in marriage. The vixen accepted and they slept together unprotected, a demonstration of their new devotion I guess. Then he was mingling with some of her pack mates and found out she had been sharing her den with many others during his absence. He confronted her in front of the pack and she broke down. There had been others, but one had forced himself on her after getting her drunk. He had raped her. Loki's hair on the back of his neck bristled up as he growled a demand for the intruder's name. The vixen meekly whispered the name of a dog in the neighborhood and Loki rallied the pack on a blood hunt."
I realized that I was gripping the comforter with my claws and retracted them quickly. This was not a new story, many of my pack mates had been violated by twisted beings in the past. I counted myself lucky at only being abused mildly in comparison. I could feel the rage growing in me and waited eagerly to hear what Loki had done to the pathetic dog that now carried a death wish. Gray had told other stories about Loki and his protective nature, I knew to expect blood would soon be spilt. How I wish I could have been there with him to exact the sweet revenge. The raccoon story teller related the hunt.
"Loki took the vixen with him, along with a large cougar friend. They tracked the dog to a back ally near where he worked. The k-9 didn't expect the ambush and was knocked quickly on his back by the angry red fox. It was a skinny looking greyhound lab mix, black with one white ear. Loki drew out his signature hunting knife from the sheath on his back. It glistened in the street light as he pressed it against his prey's throat. The cougar watched from the end of the ally to make sure no one was coming. Loki paused for a moment, intent on castrating the fucker, he thought it best to quickly make sure he had the right dog. A game of twenty questions ensued and before he knew it, the pathetic dog was telling him an all too familiar story. Apparently he had fucked the vixen consensually many times in her den, that she had told him she carried his litter, and later lost it. Loki was crushed, this dog was not a rapist, he had fallen victim to a fox now caught in her own lies. That same little vixen was now standing before them. The dog cursed her out and took off, Loki did the same. He had been willing to turn over his life to save her face, he had almost ruined the life of a total stranger for her, and now he felt like a fool."
Here Gray paused; his voice was shaking a little as he said those last words. I knew we both felt betrayed by her actions, by the actions of anyone who had lied to us like that. We agreed that Loki was strong for walking away, he had refused to sink to her level and come out ahead because of it, there are many other animals I could think of who might not have been so merciful to such betrayal. As I thought about the pain that Loki must be feeling I wanted to be with him. Gray looked at me and smiled,
"He's in the shower right now friend, you should go to him if that's how you feel."
I blushed and hid in the blankets. My pack mate was giving his consent. Suddenly I felt an urge to be there, holding Loki in the warm water and telling him things were going to be alright. Pushing the covers off I walked back to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Yeah, what?" Called the fox, he was still grooming himself.
I thought about his naked body, wet and soapy in that shower. With confidence, I opened the door a crack and made myself known.
"I'd like to join you in the shower if that's ok Loki."
"Sure, but I'm almost done and..." He broke off, catching his breath at the sight of me.
I was already inside and stripping off my cloths as he peeked out of the curtain. His eyes widened a little at my forward approach. I smiled and stepped up to him, he backed away.
"Well," I said "I guess I'll have to hurry then if I want to share this with you."
I stepped into the shower and shook my mane under the water. Loki came closer, putting his arms around me in a friendly embrace; he became aroused suddenly as I gently ran my paws down his strong back.
"Gray told me what happened with that vixen Loki. I want you to know that not everyone is that kind of lying bitch."
"Yeah?" he said "Thanks for caring."
I pulled him into me, feeling both of us harden at the soft touch of our wet fur mingling in the water. We kissed gently and then looked into each other's eyes. He had a look of innocence that was almost believable until you saw the scars on his body. There were a few strange looking fresh ones on his arm. I asked him about them.
"I was drunk at a party a few days ago and some ass holes were putting their cigarettes out on me. They said it would toughen me up, I don't need that kind of bull shit."
His rough words attracted me even more. I let my hand fall down between his legs and I touched him gently. He was hard and reached eagerly for me. We embraced and began making out. The water suddenly went cold and we both cried out. Loki scrambled for the faucet handle and turned it off.
"Well," He said, "I think I'm all clean now, shall we head to my room to cuddle for a while?"
I nodded with a smile and we stepped out of the shower together. Without even grabbing towels to dry off we walked right through the house stark naked and dripping wet. Gray shook his head as we came by.
"You two are incorrigible; I'll get dinner started while you get acquainted." said the raccoon as he keyed up a pot of water on the stove.
Loki's room was small and dark. There were cloths and papers all over the floor along with numerous books. He was apparently an avid reader. The bed was nothing more than an old mattress on the floor covered in sleeping bags. Loki picked one up and shook it out before laying it back down, then he bounded onto the mattress and beckoned for me to join him. We continued to lick and kiss affectionately while occasionally stroking each other to encourage our arousal. This elaborate ritual continued until finally Gray hollered that dinner was ready. Naked and hard, we emerged from his room and walked naked to the kitchen, a benefit of not only owning your own den, but also being comfortable with your body. The raccoon had taken off his shirt in the hot kitchen. His muscles gleamed with condensation from the steam of boiled vegetables rising out of the pot. I wrapped my arms around him, allowing my aroused body to press into his back. He jumped forward a little and then moaned softly, pressing against me with his rear. Loki slapped my ass as he passed us, heading to the cabinet to set the table. Gray turned to face me and we liked each other in excitement.
"Hey! You should wait till he's finished cooking before you distract him like that, he might burn the veggies," cried Loki.
I gave the red fox a mischievous look and let go of Gray. The vegetable were not burning, but I knew it would be difficult for Gray to finish cooking if he started in on me. Loki set the places and we sat down. The sun was shining through the uncovered windows. When I had first come to visit my pack mates in their den, I was a little unnerved by the openness of the space; all the windows were uncovered so anyone walking by who happened to look up would see my naked body standing there. Gray and Loki seemed not to care, all though, when children passed by they would move away to avoid traumatizing minors. Now I stood and let the sun dry my fur. It was nice to feel the warm rays fall across my back as I sat down in the chair. Loki was staring at me, he reached a paw across the table and began stroking my neck. I could not help purring at his gentle touch.
"Alright gentlebeasts, dinner is served." Gray set a great bowl of steaming vegetables on the table along with rice and beans.
We ate the hardy vegan meal on nice stoneware while laughing and joking about sex, friends, and being young, carefree animals. Being among such loving pack mates was so satisfying, like the food, they filled me with satisfaction. It was the natural order of things and I was pleased that Loki had come north and found us. Perhaps here he could settle with trusting, loving companions who would give him the respect he deserved. I looked forward to getting to know him on a more intimate level later that night. | Lusting for Kinship by Durexia | [
"Gay Relationships",
"M/M",
"M/M",
"Shower",
"Teasing",
"Various Species",
"Young Love"
] |
*Someone to Hold*
By Sheba Wolf
Reiza sat staring out the window, not really noticing anything. She didn't even notice the squirells playing in the tree in her yard. Light rain softly hit the window, leaving streaks as the droplets slid down it's length. The streaks matched the streaks on her face. Tears were slowly making their way down her face leaving matted lines in her fur. This was not a rare sight on rainy days like this.
She let out a soft sigh and turned away from the greyness of the outdoors. She hated the rain. Not because rain made people gloomy but because it was rain that had ruined her life. It was raining when her mate of 2 years was taken from her in a horrible accident. He had been driving home from a long night at work when a dozing truck driver over corrected, slid across the center line on the wet pavement and hit him head on. He didn't even know what hit him, he was dead on impact.
Getting up from her window seat she groaned slightly, not only did the rain bring back bad memories it brought pain in her knee. She frowned and rubbed her aching knee and moved on to the kitchen. She pulled open the freezer and grabbed a tub of cookie dough ice cream. This was going to be a long night she thought to herself as she plopped on the couch to watch TV.
"Tonight at 10pm see what was discovered in the river during the yearly clean up" The TV blared. Reiza rolled her eyes, she was upset enough she didn't need the ever depressing news to make it worse. Quickly changing the station she stopped on a very interesting looking show. A young but not too young vixen was sitting on a bed in a skimpy lenguire seductivly smiling at someone off camera, playfully swishing her tail. Reiza blinked a couple times before realizing what was going on, blushing she changed the channel to cartoons before looking around to make sure no one had seen what she had seen. Who was she kidding, there was no one there to see. She was alone in that 4 bedroom house.
She had been alone for about 10 years. It really was time for her to move on, Greg was never coming back. Even if he could come back he probably wouldn't love her anymore. Since his death she had become a recluse and avid cookie dough and ice cream eater. This had caused her to gain quite a bit of weight, not only that but her hair was turning white. It was no longer the beautiful sleek black that Greg had fallen in love with.
Finding she had derpressed herself further she took a big glob of ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, trying not to cry as she watched Spongebob Squarepants. Usually this show would make her laugh, but not this time, she was too far gone in her depression. The ending theme came on. She got up to go to the restroom, returning just in time for the beginning theme of the next episode of Spongebob to start. She happened to glance out the window and noticed a big yellow moving truck sitting in front of the empty house across the street from her. She perked her ears and watched as several men hurridly took boxes into the house. Trying to keep them and the boxes as dry as possible.
"I wonder who is moving in," she said out loud semi scaring herself with her own voice. Then she saw him, the only guy not wearing a uniform, standing in the doorway of his new house, barking orders to the men carrying the boxes. "Don't drop that! Keep that box dry! If you break that I'll break you!" She couldn't help but giggle at the men struggling to carry the apparently heavy boxes across the wet lawn. Then suddenly the man looked across the street and straight at her, as if he knew she was watching him. She immediately ducked out of sight and crawled back to her couch, hoping he really didn't see her and it was just coincidence that he looked her way. She let out a little giggle when she realized how silly she was being. Although...he was kind of cute!
END CHAPTER 1 | Someone to Hold Ch1 by Sheba Wolf | [
"Rain",
"Spongebob",
"Window",
"carwreck",
"sadness",
"squarepants"
] |
I have a pantyhose fetish. There, I've said it. I've never flat out told this to anyone before. You mention any type, color, or style of pantyhose, and I've got it. And more than one pair of them too. I've loved pantyhose as long as I can remember. I like how sexy they are on me. I like how they feel against my skin. I love the variety of what you can find. I have red, green, purple, leopard, and fishnets. I have bodystockings, pantyhose, thigh highs, and knee-highs, and different styles in each. Like I said, you name it, I've got it. My name is Keri, and I have a pantyhose fetish.
Now, you might be asking what I do with all of my pantyhose. Well, just about everything. However, I have at least two pairs of every one. I have a pair that I don't use on a regular basis. They are like my backup pair. I keep them neatly stashed away in a lockable container, all organized by type. Then I have the pair that I do use. I also keep these neat as well, and organized, but used. With some of them, I have even more. The ones I have extra off tend to be my playthings. They are for other uses. You see, when I got my first bodystocking, I fell even further in love with pantyhose. I loved how it felt all over my body. That is when I discovered an alternate use for pantyhose. You take a regular pair of pantyhose, and by cutting a few holes, you can wear them as shirts. Then I take your basic knee or thigh high, and put that over my head like you sometimes see robbers do. It's a remarkable sensation that you have to try sometime. The feeling of pantyhose rubbing against my 34D breasts is something that cannot be explained. I even found a site dedicated to this stuff...I immediately became a member.
Now why am I telling you all of this? Well, I have one problem. I often feel alone when it comes to this. I want to tell people about my fetish, but am afraid that people will hate me when I tell them. So I've come to you, in hopes that someone out there understand what I'm going through. Someone who enjoys pantyhose like I do, whether you be male or female. Write to me and tell me about your pantyhose experiences. Like I am about to do for you now.
Only once has anyone ever learned about my fascination with pantyhose. I know, I mentioned earlier that I've never told anyone before. Well this is a bit different. I didn't tell this person, they learned about it. Her name was Cindy. She is the only person I've met who actually loves pantyhose as much as I do, and it was a chance encounter. It was at a bar called Logans. I was at the bar, drinking a Bud Light, when she approached. Now, I must tell you what I was wearing. I was wearing a long-sleeve red dress, one that showed no cleavage at all. Why you ask, especially how easy it is to pick up men by showing cleavage? Well, instead of a bra, I was wearing a pair of altered black pantyhose. I had cut out a hole around the crotch, and cut off the feet. It was one of those pairs I altered so I could wear it out in public, without anyone knowing. That is why my dress didn't show cleavage. I also was wearing black pantyhose the normal way down below, and yes, they were crotchless. When she approached, the first thing I noticed, can you guess, were her pantyhose. She had on a dark blue pair. Imagine my surprise when I saw the same exact dress on her. For an instant, I imagined that it was for the same reason I was, but quickly dismissed that thought. When she got to the bar, she ordered a drink, looked at me, and whistled. "Didn't think I would see someone else wearing my dress, and looking so good in it too." I smiled, and thanked her. That was when she did it. She pulled up a stool, and placed a hand on my knee. I looked down, and back up with a look of question. Boy, how my plans changed with that one move.
"Can I buy you another drink?" she asked. Unable to think properly, I nodded yes. Pretty soon we were on the floor dancing. Then it happened. All I could gather was that she felt the seam where I had cut into the pantyhose. She ran her hand along my back, and stopped. She gave me a look, than pulled me to the side of the room. Without anyone seeing, she pulled the front of my dress forward and looked down. When she saw what was underneath, she let go of my dress, leaned over to me and whispered, "How about we leave this joint?" My jaw dropped. Not only was she interested in me, she also wasn't disgusted by my choice for an undergarment. When we got outside, I asked where she wanted to go. She pushed me against the wall, kissed me, and said, "Your place." We left immediately, hand in hand.
I lived only a few blocks away. From the time those two words were mentioned till the time we got inside and locked the door, nothing else was said. Before I had even finished locking the door, she was already behind me unzipping my dress. As soon as it was unzipped enough, I rested a hand on her shoulder as she helped me out of it. I had her turn around and I unzipped her dress. I was a bit disappointed that she didn't have the same thing on underneath, but she did have an interesting bra. I was like any other bra, but it was made out of nylon. I've seen them before on the net, but haven't found a way to get one outside of using the net. Normally, I would have bought one right away, but I didn't that time. Don't remember why though. Well, she wanted to play right away, but I wouldn't let her. I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. Sitting her on my bed, I went into my closet. I took off the makeshift shirt I had on, and switched it with a pair of pantyhose that didn't have the feet cut off. I came back out to find her lying on my bed like she lived here. She sat back up as I moved over to her. Without saying a word, I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her. And yes, there was some serious tongue action.
When we finally broke that off, she scooted further onto the bed as I got up there with her. She lay down as I began to explore her body. I could tell she also enjoyed the feeling of nylon on her skin as my hands ran down her body. As I began to explore her breasts (later discovered to also be 34D's), she began to lightly moan. She did this every once in a while as I massaged her nipples through her bra, and as I moistened it running my tongue over every inch of her breasts. Even while I nibbled her nipples a bit, she continued to moan. Then I moved down. As my hands ran along her belly, I felt a small shudder from her body. Using my nylon covered finger to part her belly button a bit (an innie I might add), I carefully sucked on her belly a bit. Then I moved down. Now mind you, this is the first time I have ever been with another female. I have enjoyed looking at other females online, but hadn't really come to the conclusion that I wanted to experience it yet. But my love of pantyhose, and meeting someone else who shared that love, overcame any inhibitions I might have had.
When I came to her pussy, her pantyhose had already developed a wet spot around her pussy. So, I decided to add to the wet spot by getting my first taste of another woman. My initial taste was very sweet, and only encouraged me to taste more. I didn't even bother pulling her pantyhose down, I just forcefully stretched them enough to insert the very tips of my fingers barely inside her lips. I wasn't able to keep them there long, as it took too much pressure. Instead, I began to massage her clit through her pantyhose. Her moans became louder as I moved faster. Pretty soon I heard, "I'm going to cum." Still massaging her clit, I attached my mouth around her pussy, the nylon the only thing between my mouth and her lips. As I began to suck on her pussy, I began to feel something wet soaking through the nylon. I caused her to orgasm. As I sucked up as much as I could, I continued to work her clit. All the while, she is letting out some very deep moans, along with the words, "Oh, Keri." After about 30-40 seconds, she stopped cumming. I didn't want her too do so, but she removed her pantyhose, then proceeded to lick the crotch herself, obviously trying to taste as much as she could. Not only had a found someone with a love of pantyhose, but also someone who also enjoyed the taste of their own cum. Everyone I had ever had sex with would always insist on giving oral before sex, as the didn't want to taste their cum if we did it after sex. And I've only orgasmed once outside of masturbation and that person had this thing where they immediately would clean himself off after sex. So I have tasted myself before, but only by licking my fingers or whatever toy I'm using for self-gratification. When she finished with this, I helped her put her pantyhose back on, with a large wet circle around her pussy, and we fell to the bed wrapped in each other's arms, kissing.
We laid there in each other's arms for about ten minutes, doing nothing but kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other. At this point, I decided to show her my collection. Taking her hand, I pulled her off of my bed. With her head against my shoulder, and my arm around her, I walked her into my closet. Letting go of her, I grabbed a key hanging next to the door and unlocked one of the large chests I had in one corner (I have a good sized walk-in closet). Opening the chest, I motioned for her to come over. When she knelt beside me, she just gasped. Reaching out, she ran her hand over the top drawer, touching each pair of pantyhose that I had. As she explored that chest, I opened my other one, the chest containing the pairs that I use regularly. I looked to her and said, "Name a color."
"Umm, red." I pulled out one drawer and found several pairs and shades of red pantyhose and stockings. She was amazed. "Okay, how about yellow?" I pushed in that drawer and pulled out another. "Okay, how about multicolored?" She was enjoying this. I pushed in that drawer and went down about three. Pulling that one out, I showed her my different styled pantyhose. I have various different animal styles, along with non-animal styles. Holding up a finger, I pulled out a leopard bodystocking that I had. Her eyes went wide open. Then, without even removing what I already had on, I went ahead and put it on. The pantyhose I was already wearing made it a bit darker, but at first glance, you couldn't tell I was wearing anything underneath. The only thing that gave away that fact was my hands, which were still encased in pantyhose. While doing this, she looked further through my collection, and found a spiderweb bodystocking. As I finished putting on the leopard pair, I told her to go ahead and put the spiderweb pair on. As she began to remove what she was wearing, I stopped her and told her to leave them on. While she put on the bodystocking, I grabbed a large shoebox that was off to the side. The shoebox contained the stuff that I had stretched a bit, for instance stockings that I had stretched to fit over my head. I grabbed a pair of nude knee-highs and closed the box. Pushing the drawers back in, I waited for her to finish dressing. When she finished, I began to put one of the knee-highs over her head like a mask, and than did the same to myself. Now the bodystockings that we were wearing were both crotchless. The one I was wearing only exposed the hands and everything from the neck up. The pair Cindy was wearing did the same, but it went below the neck, so it exposed a bit more. But considering what else I was wearing, only my neck and pussy were exposed. Her hands, neck, and a little bit of her chest were exposed. I could tell that she had never tried a mask before, as she seemed to look a bit uncomfortable wearing it. It can be at first, but if you really like pantyhose, you eventually grow to like it and even to love it.
At this point, she seemed to be exploring things, as she ran her hands over her body. She stuck out her tongue a few times, examining how it felt against the pantyhose. Her face was a bit distorted, and her eyes were partially open. I leaned over and as she was sticking her tongue out, I did the same and rubbed my tongue against hers. It is a weird sensation, as you can't actually feel the juices like you normally do without the masks, but it is also an exciting sensation for some...like me. As I moved closer, I put my hands on her cheeks and fully kissed her. While kissing her, I ran my hands over her body, especially over her breasts. She seemed to like it, as her kiss became more passionate. She began doing the same to me, exploring the feeling of everything with pantyhose. As I laid her down on the closet floor, I got on top of her and used one leg to split her legs. I then placed my legs around one of her thighs, all while continuing to kiss her. When we broke the kiss, I moved down and began giving her light kisses from her neck to her breasts. As I was further exploring her chest, I felt her stretch a bit. I glanced up and watched as she reached for a conveniently placed strapn. I'm not sure what it was doing there, as I am not usually a messy person. I must have forgotten to put it away after use one day. Now you might be asking why I have a strapn, considering I've never been with a woman before. Well, I once had a boyfriend who enjoyed anal sex, both giving and receiving, so I bought one. When she finally grabbed the strapn, I smiled and helped her put it on. As I lay down, I spread my legs invitingly. If you don't know what is going to happen next, than you are either an idiot, or have some form of amnesia.
Cindy crawled over to me, and sitting on her knees, she spit into her hands and began lubing the dildo with her spit. Once she had it good and ready, she lifted my legs up and under her arms. Pulling me closer to her, she then began to slap my pussy with the dildo, before gently pushing it a bit inside. Then without warning, she rammed all 6 inches into me. Most guys aren't that quick, so it caught me a bit off guard. Resting there for a second, she took my right leg and began to kiss it from my knee up to my foot. Sucking on my big toe for a few seconds, she then gripped my legs and proceeded to fuck me. She didn't do it hard like the insertion, but she was fast, and good. Every once in a while, she would skillfully twist my body to one side while twisting her body to the other side, causing the dildo to twist in my pussy. It felt wonderful. She would then fuck me some more, than twist again. After the third twist, my hands tried their hardest to grip the floor as I violently orgasmed. I let out a loud "OH MY GOD!" while my body began to pulse, and my pussy just let it all flow. I don't ever recall orgasming like that before, and it provided me with one more reason to try and hold onto Cindy as long as I could. I'm not exactly sure how long it lasted, and seem to recall Cindy leaning forward and kissing me. I even recall Cindy not even bothering to pull out the dildo. I just flowed around it. When I finally finished, and my body went still, Cindy pulled out. She then got into a sixty-nine position, and began cleaning up down there. While doing this, I began to give the dildo oral, cleaning it up for the next use. And yes, I tasted myself, but I've done that before, so it wasn't anything new. I enjoyed my own taste. And yes, I had to do this while still wearing a mask. So I had to basically stick my tongue out and run it along the dildo, trying to lap up whatever I could. It makes it a bit harder.
When we finished, we took off the masks and strapn, and placed them to the side. I then asked her "Would you like to stay the night?" She didn't think about it a second, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. As we laid down for the rest of night, we weren't planning on sleeping at all. We didn't take long before we started up again, this time doing something different. I began to realize that I finally found that person I've always been looking for, and I was told later that she felt the same way. I had introduced her to a new side of pantyhose, and she had introduced me to a new kind of partner.
About a month later we moved in with each other. We shared our collections with each other, and it was a long time before a day or night went by without us doing something together, and it was because of a very logical reason. We had just been on a plane for most of the day, on our way to our honeymoon, and we were too pooped out to do anything more than cuddle in our hotel room. This was almost a year and a half after we met, and thankfully, our families fully supported our lifestyle choices.
That is the end of this story. Maybe, if you keep a lookout, you might find something else about our pantyhose enriched lives together. | How Pantyhose Brought Us Together | [
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"Dammit all!" Ellie shouted, staring at the map. The little gnome and her orcish companion had been trekking in the Zanzaldi jungle for three days, now. What was supposed to have been a half day's journey from their last stop just outside the jungle at Huntsman's Crossing before arriving in the port town of Fletcher Bay, had now become a quest just to find a path leading to any form of civilization. Before leaving Huntsman's Crossing the two adventurers had received word that a recent storm had washed away the road leading to Fletcher Bay, but a kindly gentleman had sold them a map with what he had promised was a more direct route to their destination. Thinking back on it, he was less a "kindly gentleman" and more of a "deceiving con artist".
"Damn this jungle! Damn these mosquitoes! Damn this hot weather! Damn this stupid map! And damn the lying bastard who sold it to us!" With a huff, Ellie stuffed the map back into her pack, and sat down on a nearby rock, sulking.
Mazra sat down next to her smaller companion. "It will be dark soon," the orc noted. "Perhaps it would be best to set up camp, and rest here for the night." A crack of thunder boomed through the air, shattering the near silence of the jungle. The first few heavy drops of rain began to fall, providing an unwelcomed respite from the hot, tropical weather. "We should get started on that camp."
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The rain was unrelenting, quickly turning the ground into a soft, slippery, and muddy mess. The heavy patter on the tent made it difficult to sleep soundly, but the two managed to eventually drift off. Mazra and Ellie's clothes were soaked right through, meaning they had to strip them off and sleep without. The two of them were forced to cuddle together while they slept for warmth, not that either minded, nor was it any different from how they normally slept. All of the nearby wood had been drenched, making it unusable to start a fire, which meant they were colder than usual. And, unprotected from any of the innumerable predators that lurked in the shadows.
The moon was nearing its highest point when Mazra heard it: the sharp snapping of a branch. Something was out there, and the orc wasn't going to bet on it being friendly. "Ellie!" Mazra hissed. The gnome stirred, ever so slightly. "Ellie! Wake up! There's something out there!"
"What!?" Ellie said, scrambling to her feet. Mazra was already reaching for her axe. Ellie, grabbed her revolver rifle, double checking to make sure it was loaded. The only bit of clothing the two bothered to put on were their cold, wet cloaks, to provide at least some protection from whatever foe lurked out there, or to give the pair at least some decency in case it was another person.
The two slowly crept out of their small tent, careful not to make too much noise that would alert whatever was out there to their presence. "You sure you heard something out here?" Ellie whispered.
"Yeah, I'm positive," Mazra replied. "Perhaps it's gone." The low rumble of a panther's growl broke the near silence. "Or not. Keep on your guard, and shoot it as soon as you see it."
With a roar the panther leapt from its hiding place. Ellie released a shot, but barely grazed the beast. The black feline swiped at Mazra, slicing her right in the stomach. "ARRGH!" she screamed, keeling over. She quickly straightened herself, slashing back against her opponent. The panther deftly dodged the attack, growling at its prey.
"Get away from her!" Ellie yelled, firing another round at the cat. This shot hit its mark, planting itself in the panther's shoulder. The panther yelped in agony, before turning its gaze on Ellie. The predator licked its lips in anticipation for the fight with this more worthy opponent.
The beast lunged at the small woman, knocking her to the ground. Her gun flew from her hands, landing ten feet away from where the two struggled. Just as the panther was about the sink its teeth into the juicy gnome beneath it a bolt of green magic struck its side. With a yelp the animal was pushed aside, giving Ellie a chance to scramble to her weapon. Another blast of magic was fired at the cat, barely missing its target. The first hit had been enough, however, and the beast fled from the fight in defeat.
Ellie rushed to Mazra's side. "You alright, babe?" the little woman asked, concerned. She examined her companion's wound. "This is not good. We need to get you to help. Now!"
"I'm fine," the orc growled. "It's going to take a lot more than that to take down a member of the Wolf Heart Clan. Go fetch our packs. Should be some bandages in one of them." Ellie scurried back into the tent, emerging with both of their packs, digging around to find something to bind Mazra's cuts.
"Perhaps I should take a look at your injuries," a deep voice said. Mazra and Ellie both looked up. Standing before them was a tall, dark skinned woman. She wore nothing but a loin cloth and an animal skin bound around her modest chest, her outfit displaying her well toned body, as well as the many rune tattoos that decorated her skin. In her left hand she wielded a twisted mahogony staff, which had many of the same runes that decorated her body carved into it. She pushed a few of her dreadlocks out of her face, revealing a pair of silver eyes that appeared to almost glow in the moonlight. She knelt besides Mazra, placing her staff on the ground, moving the orc woman's hand from her wound, and inspecting it closely. "Your gnomish friend is right, this is a grave affliction. I have just the thing in my home to treat this," she said, before turning to Ellie. "Take your packs. The two of you can rest at my home, tonight."
The woman rose to her feet, bringing Mazra to her own. "I'm guessing it was you who helped us out back there," Mazra said, letting out a pained grunt as talking caused her injury some discomfort.
"You would be correct," the mysterious woman replied. "I heard your struggle from my hut. I wasn't going to just let a couple of travellers get killed in the night. Arrived just in time, it would appear."
"We would have been fine," Ellie interjected.
"Strange," the woman said, a hint of laughter behind her words. "It seemed that without me you would have been quite the meal for that predator back there, had I not acted in time."
Ellie angrily huffed in response. "What's your name?" she inquired.
"Tanska," their savior replied. "And what about you?"
"Elora," the gnome responded. "And that beautiful green thing is Mazra."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Tanska said. "It's a shame we couldn't have had this introduction on a more pleasant note. It has been a long while since I last entertained guests, and the company would be greatly appreciated."
The trio of women arrived at a large hut, smoke billowing from the chimney. Tanska pushed aside the curtain, inviting her guests inside. "Lay your cloaks and other belongings by the fire to dry. No need to be shy about your lack of decency, I have plenty of warm, dry blankets to wrap yourselves in," she said, following Ellie and Mazra inside, and leaning her staff against the wall. She turned towards a large cabinet, and opening it. Inside were dozens of bottles and jars, ranging from every size, color, and viscosity. The dark woman reached for a jar of pale, green paste, before beckoning Mazra over. She opened the jar, releasing a pungeant, sour aroma, and scooped up a generous amount, which she proceeded to rub deep into the claw marks. Mazra hissed in a pained response. "The medicine should be taking effect, now," Tanska said, sealing the jar once more, before putting it back into its place in the cabinet.
The effects were instantaneous. The muscles on Mazra's abdomen began to sew themselves back together, the skin sealing back over the exposed muscles, leaving only a scar a few shades paler than the rest of her skin. "Thank you," the orc said, graciously.
"It was no problem," Tanksa said. "The wound would only have gotten worse over time. Illness and possibly death would have been imminent." She walked over to a large basket, and procured two, thick blanets. "Here," she said, handing a blanket to each of her guests, before sitting on the floor with them. "These should help warm you up."
Both women thanked her for the blankets, before wrapping themselves in their warmth, once again covering their naked bodies. "So, what exactly is it that you do out here, Tanska?" Ellie asked, in an attempt to dissipate the silence in the room.
"I have always lived in this jungle," the dark woman replied. "I was born to a tribe that lived and learned with the spirits of this place. We found a balance between helping and using the plants and animals, and were rewarded with power not seen outside of these trees," Her tone grew somber. "Then outsiders came. They showed us technologies we had never even imagined before. New spirits to worship. New ways of life we had never thought possible. Slowly, my tribe abandoned the old ways, rather than living alongside the new. They left the village, and adopted the cultures of the outsiders. They abandoned the spirits, and the spirits abandoned them."
Ellie placed a comforting hand on Tanska's thigh. "I'm so sorry," she said, meeting the much taller woman's eyes.
"Do not be, dear Elora," Tanska replied, smiling. "They have found happiness in their new lives, and I continue to be happy with my old one. I brew potions that I trade with them for the pleasures their cultures offer, and I do not stray far from what the spirits need to keep my home strong and full of life."
"What sort of potions do you craft?" Mazra asked.
Tanska smiled. "I brew potions to cure wounds like the one you suffered, alleviate ailments, both common and uncommon, rejuvenate strength, vigor, wit, as well as..." her eyes twinkled. "elixirs of a more... recreational use."
"How do you mean 'recreational'?" Mazra questioned.
"I'll show you," Tanska purred, rising from her spot on the floor, and, once again, opening the large cabinet. This time, she produced a small vial containing a shimmering, purple liquid. Uncorking it, she downed the contents in a single gulp. The effects were not apparent, at first. Perhaps it did not have a visual effect? But it was not long until Tanska began to slowly pitch a tent in her loin cloth.
"Did you just-?" Ellie asked, incredulously.
"Indeed I did," Tanksa replied, grinning. She removed her loincloth to expose her think, ten-inch, throbbing erection.
"No way!" Ellie squealed, scrambling to her feet. She reached up, and grabbed hold of Tanska's very warm dick with both hands. "No fucking way!" She gave the cock a stroke. "This thing has to be at least half as big as me!" The little gnome excitedly jerked the black cock in front of her.
Mazra crawled forward, also reaching out and grasping Tanska's huge cock. The warmth radiating off of it was inviting. She began to slowly stroke it, her hand meeting Ellie's rapid jerking, ocassionally. She moved her hand downward, towards where a pair of testicles should be, but was instead greeted by Tanska's dripping slit. "You still have a pussy!" Mazra exclaimed.
"So, I do," Tanksa replied, chuckling. Mazra inserted two fingers into the wet entrance, as Ellie began to lick up and down the thick, black length in front of her. "Oh, yes!" Tanksa moaned, gripping the back of Ellie's head, urging her to do more. The gnome licked from the base of the cock all the way back up to the tip of the foreskin that covered the head of Tanska's cock, before plunging her face down, sucking the cock into her mouth. The little woman had difficulty stretching her mouth around the thick, black cock, but managed to get around three inches of it into her mouth before she began to gag. "Mmm, yes! Just like that, Elora!" Tanksa wailed, as the small woman eagerly slurped up her cock, her pigtails flapping about, drool running down her face and onto her perky tits, her efforts being rewarded with the occasional spurt of precum.
Mazra removed her fingers from the pink entrance, replacing them with her tongue. She licked up and down Tanska's dark slit, as juices trickled out and into the orc's hungry mouth. She happily gulped down as much girlcum as she could, some of it dripping out and running down her face. She reached behind her head, and gripped the fat cock, jerking it in places the Ellie's sucking couldn't reach.
"Aw, fuck!" Tanska shouted. "I'm gonna cum!" And that was all the warning the two ladies servicing her received before Mazra got sprayed by a stream of the shaman's pussy juice, and Ellie got a large mouthful of hot cum, causing her to choke, and remove the cock from her mouth. The gnome received several more spurts of the pearly, white jizz, each as big as the last, absolutely covering her face and small tits.
"Wow," Ellie said, noisily swallowing her mouthful of cum. "That was awesome!"
"Agreed," Mazra continued, before licking up some of the white slime on Ellie's breasts. "That was definitely one of the more exciting encounters I've had. Please, tell me we can do that some more."
Tanska smiled. "Of course, my friends," she said, undoing the binds on her breasts, letting her medium sized tits bounce freely, and showing the small gold rings that were pierced through her nipples. She walked over to her cabinet full of potions for the third time that evening, and pulled out two more flasks of the wonderful potion she had already used on herself. "Why don't the two of you experience the effects for yourself? Don't worry, the effects are only temporary," She offered the two potions to her guests, both of whom eagerly took them and downed the contents.
Mazra and Ellie felt a pleasurable tingle spread throughout their bodies, which slowly became more focused on their crotches, before their clits swelled and morphed into proportionally large cocks. Ellie's four inch length began to drool pre almost as soon as it formed, while Mazra's grew to be about as long as Tanska's, but noticeably thicker. Both reached down and grasped their new appendages, moaning from the unfamiliar and pleasurable sensations they were now experiencing. "I never thought," Ellie gasped. "That having a cock would feel this good."
Tanska smiled, letting her guests get familiar with their new equipment. She could patiently wait before letting them fuck her into a stupor. Just thinking about it made her begin to stroke her softening cock. Oh, yes, this was definitely going to be a night to remember.
After a few moments of exploring her body, Mazra knelt down, embracing Ellie. She began to lick up some of Tanska's cooling cum that remained on the small woman's body, before drawing the gnome in for a kiss, pushing some of the jizz into her mouth, which Ellie graciously accepted. During the kiss, Mazra reached down and grasped Ellie's throbbing length, and began to slowly stroke it. While it was barely the width of her palm, it was still quite large, as far as gnomes go. Ellie moaned into the sperm filled kiss, enticing Mazra to stroke a little faster, rewarding the orc with more slick precum.
Mazra then let go of Ellie's cock, getting on her stomach, and sucking the small girlcock into her mouth, and eagerly bobbing her head up and down on the length. Ellie screamed with pleasure, grabbing hold on the orc's dark hair, forcing her to suck deeper and faster, which Mazra happily accepted. Mazra reached up, and stuck two green fingers inside of Ellie's dripping snatch, rapidly pumping them in and out, increasing the volume of the gnome's lusty screams..
"Shit," Ellie said through gritted teeth. "I'm not gonna last much longer. I'm gonna- oh, fuck- I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna cum right down your fucking throat!" A geyser of warm pussy juice sprayed out of Ellie's tight cunt, soaking Mazra's hand, while hot, gooey cum exploded from Ellie's small cock. Mazra greedily gulped it all down, not letting a single drop get past her lips.
Mazra gasped as she pulled the cock out of her mouth. "My turn," she said, smiling up at Ellie. Standing up she pressed her cock into the smaller woman's chest. "Well?" she coaxed, prodding Ellie with her thick dick. Getting the message, Ellie slid the thick, green cock between her tits, rubbing them up and down the length. While Ellie was certainly busty for her size, her boobs could barely wrap halfway around the orc's massive penis. What she lacked in size, however, she more than made up for in technique. She varied the speeds of her titfuck, suckled on Mazra's foreskin, and occasionally slipped her tongue inside to play with the head.
Tanska watched her guests' display, pumping a hand up and down her throbbing length, while stuffing four fingers inside her hungry snatch. Pulling her hand out of her gaping pussy, she used it to jerk her cock, her slick girlcum providing the excellent lubricant. Sticking a finger through one of her nipple rings, she gently tugged on it, moaning at the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain. She bit her lip at the incredible feeling, as well as the show she was enjoying. Pre was continuously leaking from her cock. Wiping some up with a finger, sucked it into her mouth, savoring her own flavor.
Mazra grunted as she reached her own orgasm, cum erupting from her cock, returning Ellie to a sticky, white mess. Her girlcum splashed down around her thighs and onto the floor. The orc panted, heavily, before kneeling down, and beginning to lick the cum off Ellie's chest and face, stopping from time to time to draw Ellie into a kiss, sharing her cum, which the gnome greedily swallowed.
"I trust you two are enjoying yourselves?" Tanska inquired, reminding the two of just where they were, and that they had spent the last few minutes ignoring their host.
"Definitely," Mazra replied, smirking, and giving her new cock a few strokes. Ellie nodded in agreement, before scooping up the remaining about of Mazra's sweet load and eating it.
Tanska approached her guests, before kneeling before them, grasping both of their cocks, and beginning to stroke them. "That's good. It is very important that my guests enjoy themselves," she said, moving her head forward, and taking Mazra's thick, green cock into her mouth, and sucking up and down the length, while never ceasing her stroking of Ellie's much smaller cock. Every time Tanska bobbed her head forward, she took more of Mazra's new dick than the last time, working her way to the base. Every time the dark, green glans reached the back of her throat, she gagged, increasing Mazra's pleasure. It wasn't long before Tanska had the entire length down her throat, her nose buried into the orc's crotch, drooling profusely. Sadly, she needed to come up for air, and let out a long sigh as she felt the thick length of meat leave her throat, leaving her feeling empty.
Not forgetting about her smaller guest, Tanska switched cocks, slipping the little penis into her mouth. While Ellie's short length did not fill her throat like Mazra's did, it did allow for a different sort of fun. Sticking her tongue out from the underside of the gnome's small cock, she extended the wet appendage until the very tip could probe Ellie's dripping entrance. Ellie moaned in approval, grabbing a handful of witch's dreadlocks, and hammering her cock as deep into her mouth as possible, causing Tanska to drool and gag around the small length.
While her host continued to fellate her traveling companion, Mazra removed her cock from Tanska's stroking grip, and knelt down beside. She grasped one of the dark tits in front of her, giving it a firm squeeze, and playing with the small, gold hoop. With every tug of her piercing, Tanska let out a pleased squeal. Mazra moved forward, taking the nipple into her mouth, and sucking it. She let her tongue play with the jewelry, eliciting more lustful moans from the dark skinned beauty.
As Mazra played with the nipple, she reached down, and gave Tanska's ass a good, strong slap. Tanska screamed with pleasure around the cock in her mouth, which Mazra responded to by spanking her, again. Over and over she slapped Tanska's amazing butt, leaving it darker than it was.
Removing the nipple from her mouth, Mazra crawled around, and grabbed her host by the hips, pulling her onto all fours. Mazra slapped her thick length on Tanska's ass, watching with joy as flecks of precum splashed onto her ass, the white of the pre contrasting nicely with her dark skin. She slid her cock between Tanska's ass cheeks, grinding her length between the mounds of pillowy flesh. Adjusting her position, the orc slid her dick into Tanska's sopping cunt, and wasted no time humping into her. With every thrust Mazra made, Tanska was driven further down onto Ellie's cock.
"Oh, damn!" Ellie moaned. "Here it comes!" Quickly pulling her length from Tanska's dark lips, she jerked it a few times before her jizz spurted out, painting the witch's face pearly white. Tanska licked up as much of the semen as she could, but was unable to reach most of the cum. That didn't matter to her, though. She reveled in having her face coated in cum.
Mazra flipped Tanska onto her back, continuing to drive her cock as deep inside of the other woman's pussy as possible. Tanska's own massive length flopped around, slapping between the two women's bodies, drops of pre flying everywhere. With a moan, Tanska came, juices spurting out from around Mazra's hammering cock, while her own shot cum all over her stomach, breasts, and face.
Crawling around the fucking couple, Ellie laid down on her stomach, planting her face between Mazra's thick thighs, Extending her tongue, she began to lick up and down the green slit, as Mazra continued to thrust hard into Tanska's snatch. "Come on," she coaxed between licks. "Keep going, baby. Shoot it inside. Paint her insides white. Watch it pour out."
Mazra grunted as her cock began to spasm. White, hot cum errupted from her cock, shooting her load deep inside Tanska. The witch moaned in satisfaction, rejoicing in the feeling of being pumped full of jizz. With a sigh, Mazra pulled out, watching her load spill out onto the floor.
Tanska was on the verge of passing out. Mazra gently picked up the cum covered beauty, and carried her over to the bed, Ellie following close behind. Laying their host down, Mazra and Ellie climbed up onto the bed, getting some of the cooling cum on their own bodies, but were too exhausted to care. "I'll be sure to pack some more of those potions with you before you leave in the morning," Tanska whispered as they all drifted to sleep. | Mazra's Travels Ch. 03 | [
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*Disclaimer:* *Blah, Blah, Blah. I don't own Avatar; James Cameron does. All the Avatar stuff belongs to him. However, my Na'vi character, myself, the Dragon Weyr and its technologies, and the Pandoran animals of my menagerie are all mine. The Protoss - apart from my characters - all belong to Blizzard Entertainment.*
*Pandora's Templar*
A Work-In-Progress Story by Coranth Dehanae
Chapter 12
(Continued from Chapter 11...)
Nodding to her, I replied, "I will." Since there were now far too many animals at the Homestead to feed by myself, after Txe'lan and I had dressed for the day and eaten heart breakfasts, she and I fed the 'core group' of the Menagerie - Falkor, Atreyu, the Pack, Miracle, Beauty, Leaf and Cloud - and then, whilst Txe'lan tended to the Dragon Weyr and performed routine maintenance here and there, I sought out the Second *Tsa'hik* of my Clan, San'eya. She was, fortunately, easy to find; I caught up with her as she was returning to the Homestead from the forest, after having completed her morning communion with *Eywa*. "Tsa'hik San'eya!" I called in Na'vi. At my call, she hurried over to me and as she did so, I noticed that she looked troubled.
When she reached me, San'eya stopped and began to walk beside me as I turned to head back to the Dragon Weyr. "Srane, ma Olo'eyktan?" she asked. Feeling somewhat apprehensive, I swallowed to moisten my suddenly dry throat, and then I began to speak, "Ma tsmuken, I must speak with you regarding a... a spiritual matter" I began."I believe that Eywa may have contacted me last night as I slept, perhaps to warn me of something, for I did not sleep well ..." "...You were troubled with night terrors," she finished. At this, I stopped, and turned my head about to look at her. "They have afflicted you as well, Tsa'hik?" I asked, both surprised and concerned by this turn of events.
My Clan's *Tsa'hik* of *Eywa* nodded, a shiver coursing through her body. Inhaling, she opened her mouth to continue speaking, but then - as she saw various other members of my Clan exiting their *thípis* to begin the day - with a shake of her head, she said, "We shall speak no more of this until we are inside Txra'kon We'er." That was that; San'eya and I returned swiftly to the Dragon Weyr and then - once we were back within the safety of the Weyrheart - I sat down with her upon the Great Fleece Pile and told her everything. I told her of the mutilated Palulukan discovered by Master Hunter Oo'ano, of the 'corrupted' Na'vi tissue sample now stored within the Lab, and of the monstrous visions I had seen within my dreams.
By the time I finished my explanation, San'eya was looking at me with an expression that I had never before seen upon her face: sheer *terror*. She was visibly *trembling*, the normally-cyan skin of her face sky-pale from lack of blood. "San'eya" I asked, resting a hand upon her shoulder in concern, "ngaru lu fpom srak?" At my question, slowly, she shook her head. "Kehe, Txa'vit, I am not well," she answered, gravely. "The night terrors you experienced last night - and the visions that Eywa showed me this morn when I communed with her - were a warning. The Clan is in terrible danger, Txa'vit, for a Time of Great Sorrow approaches, but the danger may yet be averted. Please, ma Olo'eyktan, gather the Clan and bring them to swotu unil, for there is a story that I must tell you all."
I nodded to her, and then with all haste, dropped into a light meditative trance in order to send out a psychic call. My efforts, however, were gently rebuffed for the Dragon Weyr was quicker! Already at a state of *alertness* due to San'eya's own frightened condition, via its partially psionic and partially technological Communications Transceiver, the Weyr issued a *powerful* psychic call throughout the Homestead and its surrounding lands to the entirety of Clan Tawkami! As the powerful call - feelings of *danger* and the compulsion to *come to Txra'kon We'er* - swept through her, San'eya looked around frantically for a moment, before she turned back to me and asked, "Txa'vit... What, in Eywa's name, was *that*?"
Blowing out a gusty sigh, I thought to myself privately, 'Ooh boy... that call was a *bit* more than was needed. Something tells me we didn't just summon Clan Tawkami...' Aloud I answered, " *That,* ma Tsmuken, was Txra'kon We'er calling the Clan." As I spoke, from out of the Transport Alcove they came in groups of five, ten, and twenty with their animal companions - the whole of Clan Tawkami - with spear, bow, hammer and axe unsheathed and ready for combat! Once all were present and accounted for, Lompor swiftly approached me and said, "We felt the Call of Txra'kon We'er, ma Olo'eyktan. What danger comes before us?" As he spoke, a feeling of *sheepishness* from the Dragon Weyr filled my thoughts, and for a moment, I rested my head in my hands. 'Next time, my friend, could you *please* try not to "cry Nantang"?' I thought.
As the Dragon Weyr's *affirmation* and *sorrow* filled my thoughts I raised my head to address the Clan. "Ma 'Olo, ma 'olo please, put away your weapons; we aren't in danger yet..." I said. As hand weapons were sheathed once more, spears and bows returned to backs, and animals soothed and settled, I continued, "...but we may be soon, for a Time of Great Sorrow comes! Join me, ma 'olo, at Txra'kon We'er's swotu unil; Tsa'hik San'eya has something that she wishes for us all to hear." The Clan responded to this with nodding of heads and murmurs of assent and curiosity. Could what the Tsa'hik was going to say have something to do with why Txra'kon We'er had called them? And so it was that we all made our way to the Dragon Weyr's Psiodeck and gathered about a *huge* *mreki u'lito* amidst a Forest of Trees of Voices.
Once we and all our animal friends were settled, for a moment there was silence in that pocket universe - save for the sound of the bioluminescent trees swaying in the breeze around us - as San'eya, *Tsa'hik* of *Eywa*, gathered her thoughts. Then, she inhaled deeply, before she began to tell an eerie and unsettling tale. "Long, long ago, before the coming of the First Toruk Makto, and even before the People lived as the Clans we know today" she began, "there existed a loose group of the People that were... different." At this Lompor raised a hand, and Tsa'hik San'eya turned to regard him steadily. "Forgive me, Tsa'hik, but... different? In what way were these People different from the Clans of today?" he asked. Tsa'hik San'eya continued to regard my student for a moment and then finally, she replied, "They did not serve Eywa."
The Clan's reaction to her statement was one of sheer disbelief - murmurs of denial, voices of protest, and gasps of horror spread throughout the assembled people of my Clan. A group of the People who did not serve Eywa? This... this was utterly *inconceivable!* Although traditions of worship and ceremony often differed among the Clans, *all* of the People served *Eywa*... didn't they? Soon, I called for silence. "Fnu, rutxe, frapo. Fnu, rutxe!" When the Clan settled, Tsa'hik San'eya continued. "Yes, ma Olo', this group of the People did not serve Eywa. In fact, they *rejected* her ways and her guidance, utterly! They were violent and savage; they slaughtered and murdered others of the People at their whim and committed acts of savagery that the People today have no names for!*
*Perhaps it was their nature that did it - or perhaps Eywa herself cursed them for their deeds - but soon, this group of the People *changed* ; their bodies became hideously twisted and deformed, their skin became as white as the stars, and their eyes turned as red as blood! Not even Eywa's curse could make them cease their savage ways, however; instead they reveled in their new twisted forms, using them to commit ever more vile acts of terror and bloodshed. These People became known as 'They who could not See.' Thus they remained, and the rivers of kifkey Eywa'evengä ran red with the blood spilt as a result of their terrible deeds. This was the first Time of Sorrow.*
*It would have remained such forever, but Eywa - in her infinite wisdom - wove from the Land and then sent into the Sky the mightiest of her Children to fight 'They who could not See': the first Toruk. Then, from among the good People who still lived despite the actions of 'They who could not see', she called upon the mightiest of warriors to ride the great beast. That warrior became the first Toruk Makto! Toruk Makto formed the People into Clans and then together, he and the new Clans of the People united to drive away, 'They who could not See', deep beneath the ground of kifkey Eywa'evengä, where they could never commit violence again, except upon each other." At this, the Clan broke out into applause, whooping, hollering, and cheers!
Txe'lan and I turned to look at each other and smile. 'I'm a sucker for happy endings,' I thought, 'but this story isn't over yet...' I was right. Once again I called for silence, and then, when the Clan again settled, *Tsa'hik* San'eya concluded the story. "So feared and reviled were They that they were never given names or recorded in any Songs of Today; Eywa chose to let Her Children forget that They ever existed, allowing only a few select Tsa'hiks of the People to remember 'They who could not See', as a warning, if they ever chose to return." With Tsa'hik Sen'aya's story concluded, the Clan offered her their thanks. Many stood in preparation to leave and return to their duties, but I bade them stay.
Once all were again seated about the *mreki u'lito*, Lompor spoke up. "You have told us a fine story, Tsa'hik, but why tell us this tale?" he asked. "Surely 'They who cannot see' are a legend..." As he made to continue, Tsa'hik San'eya silenced him with a *look* before she snapped, "'They who cannot see' are more than a legend, you skxawng; they are very, very real! Olo'eyktan Txa'vit and I have witnessed Signs of Their return!" At that, the shit hit the fan; a cacophony of *noise* exploded throughout the Psiodeck as every member of Clan Tawkami tried to talk over each other, their moods reflected by their animal companions whom added their own distressed voices to the din!
"Ma 'Olo!" I called, trying to restore order. "Ma 'Olo, rutxe lu mawey!" No one, however, could hear my voice above the din, and so - adding a large amount of psionic power unto my voice, I called "FRAPO FNU!" When all had calmed down, and had soothed their animal companions Tsa'hik San'eya shot me a relieved look as she said, "Irayo, Olo'eyktan!" Then, she continued, addressing all. "'They who do not see' always attack Eywa's animal Children first and Txa'vit saw this when he journeyed with Master Hunter Oo'ano to examine - and then return to Eywa - the defiled body of a slain Palulukan! Our Olo'eyktan also has a piece of flesh from one of Them right here in Txra'kon We'er, which he is examining in order to find Their weakness!"
At this falsehood, I snapped my head around to look at her, startled! 'What?' I thought, incredulous. 'I'm not doing that, at all; I'm simply trying to find out what I can about them due to sheer curiosity!' Before I could voice a protest at her lie, however, she waved me off; a gesture that clearly said, "Play along for now." Therefore, with a heavy sigh, I held my tongue as she continued, "Finally, both Txa'vit and I have received warnings from Eywa; dreams and visions in which we have Seen them! I believe 'They who cannot see' have returned!" At Tsa'hik San'eya's last statement, a wave of agitation swept through the Clan. Na'vi men and women talked, gossiped and debated with each other over what was to be done to safeguard the Clan and the Homestead against the potential threat from 'They who could not see.'
Some among the Clan wondered whether the warnings and signs had been misread. Others desired action; that we should actively *search* for these 'different', savage Na'vi and hunt them down before they could become a threat. Others, still, opted that the Clan should remain vigilant at the Homestead and wait for real confirmation of the threat before deciding what was to be done. A verdict on what to do could not be reached. Finally, one of the Clan's warriors spoke up. "What then, is to be done, Olo'eyktan?" he asked. Having listened to and weighed the opinions of my Clan members carefully, I thought long and hard about his question before answering. "We know very little at this point, ma Tsmukan" I intoned softly.
"We have only the Signs - the dead Palulukan and Eywa's warnings. We do not know when, or even if, 'they who cannot see' will attack us at all.*Therefore, until we *do* know what will happen, our lives will continue as normal. But... I will ask Txra'kon We'er to use its pxay aynari to watch over our land carefully, and I would ask you all to do the same. Whenever you are out in the forests, hunting, foraging, and gathering, be watchful. Be vigilant. If you see *anything* strange or unusual - anything at all - you are to report it to me, or Tsa'hiks San'eya and Txe'lan immediately! Do you understand, ma 'Olo?" The response to my question was immediate; an almost unanimous nodding of heads and various cries of"Srane, Olo'eyktan!" | Pandora's Templar - Chapter 12 by Coranth | [
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Sorority Cows 4: Ceremonial Milking
“Are you ready for tonight?” The dark cow made a few last-minute adjustments to the cream-colored robe.
“I think so? Is my tail okay?”
“Yeah, it’s good.” Erika gave her a playful whack on the bottom.
Chrissy jumped slightly at the strike. “Why am I nervous? I mean it’s not like we don’t do this every year.”
Erika shrugged. “Maybe because you were brought in after the rest of us freshman year and didn’t have to go through the milking ceremony?”
“Yeah, but I changed in front of everyone.” Chrissy shifted her robe trying to let her udder move freely rather than getting bunched up with the fabric.
“Everyone does. It’s tradition now. But you got changed separately. You didn’t get the all the pageantry.” Erika bit a loose piece of thread off the hem of her sleeve.
“Do you think Holly is ready for us yet?”
“Should be almost time.” Erika looked at the clock on the wall, one of the few antiques that actually dated back to the founding of the Sorority. “Almost.” She commented.
Chrissy nodded and sat down to wait, her udder already feeling taut and full. Not milking for two days was starting to hurt. In the corner she could see Erika’s black and white mottled tail swishing in impatience.
Downstairs the main dining hall had been cleared of everything, only a small podium and two small tables covered in candles filled the room. A single figure in a cream robe with white edges intoned the ritual welcome and the history of the sorority. The figures, all nude women, sat on their knees before her, attention rapt upon the words even as some shyly covered their exposed breasts.
Around the room a dozen more figures in cream robes stood silently. Expectantly. “And now, you know the Sisters of Mu Omicron Omicron, and I ask to you. Do you give yourselves to the sisterhood? To be blessed with our gifts? To be forever one of the few?”
Silence settled for only a moment until the six pledges murmured their accent.
The figure lifted from the lectern a heavy bell. She intoned it three times. Each time letting it ring and then fall silent. “Know then than we welcome you to our sisterhood, and we bid you now, come and drink.” With that she stepped out and in front of the centermost girl, momentarily joined by the sweeping robes of five of her fellow seniors as they swept in from the side rooms, three to her left, and two to her right. Holly smiled. Tonight, she would preside over what would be the crowning moment of her role as head of the sorority.
In unison each of the robed figures lifted their robes, heavy udders flopping out in front of the shocked faces of the pledges. At first there was hesitation, but Holly had chosen her target well. She was the first to reach out, gently, placing a hand on Holly’s udder. Her fingers caressing the soft skin, slowly working her way to the long teats. Holly’s tail lashed excitedly. Like her fellow seniors she was bursting with milk and she desperately wanted to be suckled.
A moment later she felt the warm wetness of the pledge’s mouth cover the first of her teats. The first gentle suckles. Milk spurting down the surprised throat of her pledge. After an initial gasp and widened eyes, the younger woman settled into the rhythmic pattern that the magic demanded this night.
Beside her Chrissy felt her pledge follow her new sister’s lead. This young woman was of Asian descent, her small fingers wrapping around the thick teats of Chrissy’s udder with care. She wasn’t as initially eager as some others, but Chrissy nearly orgasmed as she felt her milk begin to flow.
Around her each pledge was now suckling. The magic, normally subtle, was rising now. The hairs on the tips of their tails reminding them of its power. Each lost in their own thoughts as they welcomed the newest bevy of bovine babes to their sisterhood. Though they welcomed the rising feeling of warmth in their body.
Slowly each pledge began her change. Some faster, some slower. Already nude, the candles only served to make the glimpses more appealing. Slowly each woman would shift, her hips widening to make room for her new udder. Small horns would begin to peak from their hair. The blonde in front of Holly was quickly sporting an unusually large and impressive pair. Ears would flop outward, fluffy and soft.
Their hips would rock back as their tails slowly shifted and grew outward, each bursting forth in a puff of hair that matched that on their heads. The udders grew slowly at first, only visible if you knew what to look for. But each woman being suckled knew that sensation. That slow pressure above the groin, first popping out like tiny bumps, but swelling more and more. In just a few minutes an udder, complete with four luxurious teats would fill their laps. But the magic made sure it wasn’t done. Breasts swelled too, and each of them could feel the swelling of their vulvas as they grew larger, lewder, and decidedly wetter as the hormones raced through them.
Slowly each new pledge released her sponsor’s teat, licked her lips, and waited.
“Welcome my newest sisters.” Holly intoned. A murmur of welcomes followed from the assembled sisters.
Each new cow was lost in her heat now. The hormones that drove all of them to extreme horniness were the most powerful this night. The smell of sex and musk was in the air. Milk dribbled from breasts and udders alike as all of them felt the rush of the magic that settled on the new pledges with the ancient curse. Fingers crept under robes. Two of the pledges were already kneading their new udders wantonly.
One by one the sisters of Mu Omicron Omicron removed their robes, standing in their own nude glory with the pledges. Slick trails of moisture running down thighs gleamed in the dim candle light as they paired off seeking to take the edge off their magically induced lust. Each woman’s heat rose, and inhibitions fled.
Chrissy gently knelt down to her new sister. Her udder pressing against her thighs. She took the new cow’s hand and helped her to her feet, examining the woman, her golden skin offset nicely by the dark black of her ears and tail. Her udder was small, not unsurprising given she was small breasted when she came in, but sometimes the magic surprised.
She led the nervous woman to a couch. She didn’t speak, just put her finger to the woman’s lips and knelt down. Slowly she caressed the new udder, letting it sit warm in her hands as she bent her own head to suckle at the first of the woman’s new milk. The gasp was audible as the smaller woman felt her teats release the first streams of precious creamy fluid.
The smell of the new cow’s sex was pungent in Chrissy’s nose now. The woman squirmed at each new suckling sensation. Slowly Chrissy slid her fingers under the udder. Reaching the thick folds, so much like her own now, she gently pressed them wide, letting her fingers caress the woman’s clit. She was rewarded by a shudder and a shill cry as the woman reached orgasm. Around her similar cries were occurring as each woman was brought to orgasm after orgasm to both cement the changes, and bring her to accept them.
Within minutes she’d pressed the woman over the back of the chair and pressed her face into the damp folds, licking and sucking, letting the woman’s moans and cries guide her until she reached orgasmic exhaustion. Chrissy gathered up her new charge in her arms, and helped her to her new room. Slowly she kissed the new cow on the forehead and tucked her hair around her new ears and horns. She even tucked in the woman’s tail.
It was only then that she heard the voice of her new sister. “This really just happened, didn’t it? I’m a cow now, aren’t I?”
“Yes, and you’re a lovely cow.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled sleepily, and with that the newest member of the sorority drifted off into an exhausted dreamless slumber.
Chrissy turned off the light, looked back at her charge once more, and went downstairs to help the others clean up and restore the dining room to its proper configuration.
The next morning broke bright and clear, the august sun beaming bright and warm. The six newest sisters slowly made their way into the dining hall for a much-needed breakfast and a chance to really meet and get to know the women who were now their sorority sisters. Their new tails swishing sexily behind them. | null | [] |
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*Date...date...date...date...*
"And here, 4 dollars and five cents, and your receipt, ma'am."
"Thank you, dear boy."
*Date...*
"You're most welcome, ma'am, hope you will visit us again soon."
"Good day to you too."
I watched the middle-aged mare disappear into the street outside and realized that I hadn't closed the cash register yet. I shook my head and snuffled and pushed on the till to close it, and then yawned, quickly, into my paw while pretending to scratch my muzzle.
"Sleepless night again, muffin?" a voice purred from somewhere beyond.
I tipped my head to the side and spied a very curious-looking Marge giving me the eyes, her tail looping around behind her and threatening the structural integrity of the pile of gift boxes we had behind the counter.
"Huh?"
The cougar smirked and chuckled.
"You're even more zombie than usual and it's almost nine am already," Marge winked. "Thought that maybe you've stayed up late again."
"No later than usual," I tried to defend myself, flicking her ankles with my fun, thick tail. "I didn't go out or anything."
Not that she needed to know ever if I went out or not. Or that I might have stayed up on Facebook a little to chat with Victor and Peter. Or that I kept thinking about the date...my man date. GAY date.
"Nah, you don't smell like going out," Marge snuffled audibly.
My ears flicked curiously.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Xanthomax isn't so good in getting rid of all scents, but you definitely only smell of Rory."
My ears dropped briefly at the thought of Marge spying my scent, but at least I had the good grace to smirk.
"Since when did you know what shampoo I use?" I challenged her a little, my tail swishing slowly.
"Since always!" the cougar beamed.
A bear ambled over to the counter and chose Marge as his humble servant, thus leaving me to man my own cash register while staring at the wall ahead of me and wondering about Dobie dates in the near future. I was all poised for it tomorrow, I definitely was ready to meet the mysterious Dobie again, face to face, guy to guy...well, yeah, that was the picture... a fun picture that was, too!
So yeah, maybe I was freaking out a little bit at the prospect of a date, even after a few late evening chats with Victor, trying to get to know the Dobie a little bit more before the hugely anticipated DATE that was...
*TOMORROW!*
My tail made a number eight behind my nice lion butt while I contemplated the prospect of a fun date. It was still quiet in the job, it being only nine a.m. in the morning, and there definitely was not a crowd outside waiting in line for the Lord Mistwillow thing. Well, notwithstanding a certain frat wolf who had been hyper all morning, arranging posters, cardboard cututs of Caledon Rocks characters, chairs, special felt-tipped pens for signing books and a huge pile of *Justice of Helios* books on a special 12% discount FOR THIS DAY ONLY! I couldn't see what was going on in the downstairs area at the moment, but I suspected that the surprisingly non-armour-wearing Mason was likely making sure that the backup backup signing pen was in a working order. I had also seen a suspiciously thick pile of well-worn Caledon Rocks books in the locker room bench and suspected that the wolf was planning to get the best out of the author visit. At least he was happy.
Crystal walked past the counter, carrying a pile of haematology books for the MEDICAL TEXTBOOKS section, and flashed me a smile. I gave her an ear flick in return and leaned on the counter, wondering whether tomorrow could feel even slower than this day did, with me waiting for my DATE! DATE! DATE!
Oh well, at least there were customers to keep me distracted, at least on occasion. Even now a leopard wearing a somewhat ill-fitting purple business suit kind of a ladies' no-nonsense outfit was standing in front of me, looking curious and probably wanting to buy a Harlequin paperback. Or maybe a book about business law.
"Good morning," I pulled myself out of the land of Victor Holden Date dreams and put on my happyhappy face. "How may I help you?"
"You could start by telling me who's in charge here," the leopard drawled at me, her voice deep and purring.
Oh shit...reclamation...I was sure it was a reclamation. Furs came over unhappy with their gift books all the time wanting refunds for books their friends or relatives didn't like, or the recipients themselves came over demanding their books to be changed. Of course they came in without a receipt. It was always so much fun alright.
"You probably want to talk to the manager, that'd be Marge...uh, Ms. Pitt, please, she's here," I waved a paw towards the cougar standing next to me who was still serving the oddly verbose bear who seemed to be asking for books about swivel chairs.
"Ahh...," the leopard gave me a suspicious look before she gave Marge a suspicious look.
"Anything I can help you with, ma'am?" I persevered in my good deeds for now.
She reached out with her paw, her stern eyes on me while she drawled again.
"Guadeloupe Lopez, of the Lopez Agency," she spoke, waving her outstretched paw.
I took her little paw and gave it a quick squeeze.
"Good morning, Mrs. Lopez."
"Miss," she purred, "I represent Lord Mistwillow, I'm here about the book signing."
My ears flicked and I nodded.
"Ahhhh...," I rumbled," ohh, right."
"I really should talk with the manager," the leopard replied dismissively.
"I see."
Marge finally managed to send the talkative bear on his way and turned to look at me and the leopard, smiling.
"Hello," she greeted, her ears flicking.
The purple leopard pushed out her paw for Marge to squeeze.
"Guadeloupe Lopez of the Lopez Agency, I'm here for Lord Mistwillow," she spoke as soon as their fingertips touched briefly.
Marge's eyes lit up and she smiled.
"Marge Pitt, I think we've talked on the phone before?" the cougar smiled.
"Perhaps," the pushy leopard replied, her eyes moving around the shop floor slowly. "I assume everything is ready?"
"Oh yes!" Marge exclaimed, her tail looping about happily. "I've got my junior assistant manager in charge of all the preparations and we've all things ready!"
"Good," the leopard didn't sound too impressed. "And I hope that you have the required space for him outside the shop floor, as we agreed?"
"Our staff room is at his full disposal," Marge defended our preparations with a sharp look upon the leopard.
"Good, he can't just hang around the shop all the time now can he?" the leopard didn't sound too amused. "Well, if that really is set, I better get him."
"He's here?" Marge's ears jumped.
Well, even my perked a little at the idea of at least semi-famous someone being in the vicinity.
"Out in the car," the leopard huffed. "Not like the Lord Mistwillow can just walk into places now can he?"
"Uh...I guess not," even Marge was speechless for a little moment, before she nodded.
"We'll be here in one minute," the leopard Lopez declared before turning on her high heels and disappearing out to the street.
I gave Marge a look and shrugged.
"Too much coffee, I hope," she hoped.
"I hope so too," I shook my head a little.
"Think she's going to be around all the time that guy's here?" Marge whispered.
"I don't know...," I scratched my scratchy muzzle. "I wonder if I should warn Mason..."
Marge chuckled, making her whiskers wobble.
"Nahhhhhhhhh," she purred.
A couple of happily chattering foxes entered the shop while we watched, curious and eager while we kept vigil on the door, and they were followed by a wolf girl, and a black Lab. This sudden influx of customers passed our counter in a single faceless throng while we only had eyes for the door which we expected to open at any moment and reveal the mysterious face behind the books Mason got so geektastic over.
Next arrival was the leopard, standing by the door in a clearly bodyguardish pose while she held the door open for a tiger wearing a green coat, and who had eyeglasses. He looked like...well, like nothing, really, just a bespectacled tiger, a bit taller than the purple-clad leopard, and he had stuffed his paws into his coat pockets. He looked around the shop with a slightly bemused look, gave a little smile, and looked over to the counter. The busy leopard was quick to move over to his side, staying practically shoulder to shoulder.
"Would either of you show me the way to the staff area, please?" Lopez snapped at us.
"Good morning, " the tiger spoke quickly and smiled for us two.
Marge was just...kind of staring at the tiger, not sure what to make out of this who was presumably the mythical Lord Mistwillow...and he wasn't wearing medieval dress, or carrying a sword. I wouldn't have spotted him on the street.
"I'll be happy to," I spoke quickly and gave a big Rory happyhappy smile, passing behind Marge to get out of the cattle pen that was the service counter.
"Thank you, " the tiger replied, giving me a nod.
"You're welcome, " I spoke quickly, leading the pair to the stairs leading to the old books section.
I spotted Mason standing behind the table he had hauled in to a convenient corner of the downstairs section, adorned with the familiar Sir Wilbur and Princess Catalina cardboard fantasy characters and giant posters plastered on the walls and publicizing The Justice of Helios. His tail was swaying slowly about as he re-arranged the glass and pitcher on the table, and once again I smirked at the black T-shirt he was wearing, the one that had a valiant knight pictured on it, along with the text " *I'm With Aydrian* ". At least he didn't have the chainmail on again, I observed wryly as we went down the stairs, me trailed by the leopard and the tiger.
Then he saw us, and Mason almost pushed the pitcher over, something that would have destroyed the carefully arranged pile of Lord Mistwillow fan photos on the table covered with a purple fantasy cloth. His ears were flicking at 100 flicks per minute and his tail wagged, and he just...stood there, otherwise immobile.
I gave the wolf a quick wink as we walked past his spot and entered the coolness of the back room, greeted by the clatter of the metallic grate stairs under our footpaws. I could hear a small "tsk" from Lopez at the sight of the messy coffee corner and the endless books in steel shelves, but at least the Mistwillow fellow didn't react too badly. He didn't react much at all, really, just followed us around.
"Maybe you'd like some coffee?" I tried, turning to face the duo.
"If you can get me a double d-caf frappuchino, I'll say yes, if you can't get me one, I'm going to say no," Lopez's tail swished like a whip behind her as she observed the dirty mugs and the 1980's leather couch.
"I wouldn't mind a coffee, thank you," the tiger spoke from the leopard's side, his own tail making a more languid motion behind him while he stood there, his paws still held in his coat pockets.
"Sure," I smiled and headed towards what we referred to as the kitchen, though the combination of an electric kettle, a microwave oven, sink and a small fridge hardly was good enough for some heavy duty gourmet cooking. "Just...uhhh...sit wherever you like, it'll be right up."
Ms. Lopez leopard didn't move a muscle, but the tiger flopped down onto the chair Mason frequented, as spied by me from the corner of my eye while I put fresh water into the electric kettle and rummaged the cabinet for clean mugs. I wondered how Mason would react to the knowledge of one of his idols sitting in his chair, just like that. I was also pretty surprised that he hadn't already slinked down here, on some pretence, maybe, to get a really good ogle at his idol. Hahah, he was probably already chattering to that lynx Haakon on the phone, sharing first impressions.
"I always wondered how it was like working in a bookstore," the tiger rumbled after the quiet lull in the storage backroom seemed to stretch too long.
I turned to face the room again, my tail flicking as I tried to fight the urge to lean on the kitchen counter the way I sometimes did back up on the shop floor.
"Just like any retail, I guess," I rubbed my chin, trying to figure out something interesting or smart to say to the so-called esteemed visitor.
The electric kettle thrummed.
"I used to work on a Wal-Mart when I studied" the tiger mused. "Long hours."
I still didn't even know what to call the guy. Should I call him "sir", maybe, since he was a famous writer? Well, at least famous enough to be listed in Wikipedia, I suppose that was one way to define famous. Lord? My Lord? No, he didn't look too much like a Lord, too...mild-mannered, I suppose. Mistwillow?
Would you like to have sugar with your coffee, Mistwillow?
It was probably a pen name anyway, I decided, and kept on being vague about nomenclature.
"Yeah, they do like to push the temps hard," I tried to sound really empathic.
Ms. Lopez was studying her red-dyed claws with keen interest, blocking the two of us out of her consciousness while she brooded, disinterested and without frappuchino.
"Well, uh, we're very happy to have you over," I took another go at small talk with the quiet tiger.
The Mistwillow-someone gave me a look through his thin-rimmed glasses, followed by a little smile.
"Always glad to do these things," the tiger stroked his chin, slowly. "It's good for the kids."
I thought about the big kid going crazy upstairs, and smiled.
"I'm sure they're all going to be very excited," I replied with a grin.
"Hopefully it's going to be better than the last," the leopard observed.
The tiger flicked his tail and snuffled, thumbing over his chin again.
"It was just a small place, Ms. Lopez."
"We only had fourteen furs showing up!" the leopard flexed her screaming red claws threateningly.
"You forgot to put the date up to the webpage early enough for the word to pass maw to maw," the tiger sounded almost bored as tried to reason with Ms. Lopez.
Funny that he mentioned a date...
Crap, that's bad!
I shook my head quickly and busied myself with the coffeemaking for a few precious moments before I was ready to serve a mugful of hot Folger's for the seated tiger. He accepted my offer with a small smile, and I gave him a smile, and sat down to the couch to sip my own coffee in peace, considering that now that I was charged with keeping the writer and his agent happy, I might as well kick back and let the girls take care of the floor for now.
That Ms. Lopez kept flexing her claws and she paced a little, walking around the storage room, her tail flicking severely behind her. The tiger seemed quite happy with his coffee, though, rather taking a quiet sip and just being in his peace. Maybe he was thinking about the next Caledon Rocks book...whatever that'd be called. *The Mystical Magic of Sir Tacrolimus* ?
*The Infamous Butt of Sir Victor Holdenius?*
I almost expected the tiger to pull out a small notebook from his coat pocket and start writing rabid notes onto it with a really scribbled paw and envisioning all sorts of fantastic things on paper, digging deep into the far reaches of his subconscious for inspiration.
I sure hoped that Marge would not get the idea of trying to show her NaNoWriMos to him.
I sipped my coffee and yawned and wished that it'd already be tomorrow.
The door to the back room creaked open, and I saw a glimpse of an eye and about one half of a muzzle before the door was opened fully and a fan shirt-wearing wolf crept down the stairs, almost slow and quiet enough to not be noticed.
Of course, the leopard spotted him almost instantly and gave Mason a glare.
"Yes?" she snapped, causing the wolf to stop on his tracks, and his ears dropped.
"Uhhh..."
"This is Mason, he's in charge of the signing," I smiled and nodded at the newly arrived wolf.
The wolf's tail was tucked between his legs when he took a tentative step forward despite the sharp gaze of the leopard practically slicing him into bits.
The tiger-willow-fellow turned his head to the general direction of the wolf and smiled.
"Good morning."
Mason just gaped.
"Mason here has all your books, and his friend Haakon too is a big fan," I supplied with a cheeky grin,
The tiger's white-tipped eyes flicked.
"How did you like *Helios*, Mason?" the tiger spoke casually. "Hope I wasn't being too rough on Wilbur and Beckett when they had to do what they did. I know the fan reaction's been quite...polarized."
Poor Mason just stood there silently, for a long while, before he spoke, quickly.
"You know...fan reaction?"
"I visit Aydrian's Hut every now and then, yeah," the idolized tiger smiled. "Good to know what the furs are thinking about it, anyway."
Mason tugged on his ear quickly.
"They're really liking it, they really are. Everyone's...uh...they're all wondering about a sequel..."
Awww, he looked so sheepish when he said that, tail tucked between his legs and all.
The tiger, kudos to him, smiled simply.
"Do you think it deserves one...Mason, isn't it?"
His ears jumped up crazily, as if it was the most wondrous thing he ever heard.
"Uhhhh...yeah. There's still a lot that could be written about the Alchemists...like, what happened to the enchanted armchair that holds the spirit stone fragment from Feagemon," the wolf spoke incomprehensibly, but I was quite sure that it made perfect sense to the tiger, who nodded again, over his coffee cup, and smiled broadly.
"Sounds interesting," he replied with a wide smirk.
"Uh, yeah, I guess..."
"Oh!" the leopard exclaimed, staring the wolf down, which was quite the feat since she was a head shorter than he happened to be, "Did you put up the sign that makes sure that we're not giving out free copies of the books?"
My brow rose at the outrageous comment, and I watched Mason carefully when the wolf gathered his wits and spoke again.
"Uh, no, we've never implied that we're gonna give free books to anyone."
"You sure about that?" Ms. Lopez insisted "I don't want to see the same kind of chaos we saw back in...ah..."
"In Chicago," the tiger added.
"Sounds like you've been on the road for a while," I mused.
"For a month now, a new town every other day," the tiger replied. "But this is the end stop for...how long was it, Ms. Lopez?"
The aggressive leopard shrugged.
"A week off and then to West Coast," she waved a paw in the air abstractly. "Twenty spots there."
The tiger snuffled.
"The publisher is spending almost as much as I make on the books on my flight tickets," the Mistwillow chuckled.
The leopard didn't look too happy with the joke, and rumbled decisively unhappily.
"The books are doing fine! They're paying you increased percentile, thanks to me!" the purple brood snarled.
Mason was looking at this all with a strange expression on his face, his eyes flicking between the chattering leopard and the seated tiger. I couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Mason, why don't you go and check if there are any fans already waiting out there?" I suggested with a smile. "It's only, what, twenty minutes until the signing is supposed to begin?"
The wolf gave me a look, flicked an ear and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I..."
He disappeared up the clattering stairs, his tail swaying broadly behind him as he went along.
"You heard the geek," Ms. Lopez made clawing motions in the air in front of her as if she was doing some form of hyper-aggressive tai chi, and glared in a by now familiar way at the calmly coffee-sipping tiger. "Time to get the show rolling, Mistwillow!"
The tiger drank the rest of his coffee in one go and got up, stretching his arms a little.
"I think I'd like to leave my jacket here...where could I put it?"
I blinked.
"Uhh...well, maybe you can just leave it here...this is off-limits, it's for staff only..."
"Yeah, thanks," he was already unzipping.
I wondered idly whether Mason might try to steal the jacket and enshrine it as his private object of Mistwillow worship, but I was cut short when the leopard urged us to move again. I smiled, mildly amused, and followed the swaying-tailed pair upstairs. I had to admit that there were a few furs up on the main floor, mulling about with the telltale sign of a book pressed against their chest that signified their role as an autograph-hunting fan. It was a shame that I didn't see any cloaked figures around., though I caught a few fan T-shirts and one pointed wizard's hat on a little coyote girl's head. Crystal hovered above them all, her tail and ears flicking while she seemed to be holding the mass contained...for now.
"Now that looks okay," I tried with a smile, spotting Mason standing near the desk set up for the tiger, before I turned to face the purple leopard and tried happyhappy Rory again.
"Better than Chicago," Ms. Lopez shook her little head quickly. "And they've got lots of books, good...good..."
"We've got them all up there with special discount," I added quickly. "Special discount on the special edition of the new book with the bonus story."
"Good, good, I want to see the sales figures once we're done," she was already storming towards the signing corner.
I watched the tiger walk calmly towards his destination, clad in a pair of jeans, a green-collared shirt and a knit vest. His tail looped slowly behind him, unhurriedly. Guess this was his daily fare, nothing new, just another day at the office for the professional book-signers, in a sense. I rubbed the back of my neck and smiled quickly, wondering just how many furs might show up. I glanced at the clock and saw that there were still five minutes left before the official start of the signing.
"Heyah!"
My ears perked up at the sound of the familiar voice, and alright...my eyes did widen a little bit at the call addressed at me, along with the sight of that all too familiar butt.
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The doors to the pantheon closed behind them for what would be the last time in a long while. There was no real time set for his destination; there was a goal, but reaching it was more of a case of overcoming hurdles at their own pace, which was a… highly variable yardstick, to say the least. Their parents tried to talk them out of it, the rest of the pantheon certainly didn’t seem all that happy with the idea, but if there was one person that could put an end to their newest member’s woes, it was the one among them who shunned contact, the one who had left their hallowed halls eons prior to seek a life of solitude. For the young Arceus, whose life had been one of unending size-based disappointments, seeking out this renegade deity wasn’t anywhere near the top of their priority list; or, at least, it hadn’t been until every other avenue to fix their problems had been closed off one by one as failure after failure compounded on one another to leave them feeling utterly helpless.
It was even worse considering their status as the Inheritor, at once their name and title, progeny of two meta-entities whose chosen physical avatars constituted the substrate upon which reality was built; the couple’s size was such that their mass was often indistinguishable from the very fabric of existence as anyone could perceive it, and even when their forms were “visible”, the sight was often enough to cause severe headaches, even in other members of the pantheon. They were, to put it lightly, big, and not just in the sense that they were vast or incomprehensibly overendowed; they were big in sheer scale, in that nothing could be bigger than they were, for to achieve such a status would, by necessity, mean usurping their position as the foundational structure of all that was and could be… and, seeing as neither the Penultimate nor The Most High were in any way willing to relinquish their power, this was unlikely to happen in the near, medium, or far future.
As a result of this, however, there were great hopes for the Arceus when they were birthed into being as a result of their “parents” convening to create for themselves an heir; the Inheritor was to become something greater than the sum of their parts, imbued with the power and might of the two grandest, most powerful gods that had ever existed, becoming an entity of such unfathomable, grandiose glory that even the brightest of cosmic jewels would look like a pile of dirty coal next to them. They would be so magnificent that they could wear the totality of existence upon them as a supersized raiment, bedecked in jewels in such absurd quantity that they would outnumber the proverbial fabric, and not only would it not be enough to even cover a fraction of a percentage point of their full size, but not even the full extent of everything would be able to hold a candle to the body that lay underneath. That is, assuming that such a form could even be described, assuming it didn’t simply become so all-encompassing that it literally broke even the gods’ ability to speak of it in their meta-linguistic forms of communication; merely a possibility, to be sure, but one whose likelihood was far greater than most were willing to admit, given the sort of entities who had given birth to the Inheritor.
As such, one could only imagine the surprise when the Arceus emerged from their cosmic egg and ended up being… mundane. Their curves were nothing if not exaggerated, of course, and no one expected anything less; they were even greater than most other deities’, what with each of their three shafts being large enough to have several moon systems to their name, or their tits and ass being of such a scale that doors often had to be widened in the pantheon’s halls in order to prevent accidental wedging and blockages. But alas, that was the problem: they were big, but comprehensibly big, large enough to be a serious logistical issue, but still perfectly understandable, even from a mortal perspective. Should any of the countless souls who resided within the infinite universes take a look up at the Arceus, they would not see the uncontested, undisputed overlord of all of reality, but “merely” a very big, very curvaceous hyper-god whose only claim to fame was being on the scale of a couple of star systems packed together.
And while this would’ve been impressive for a lesser deity, it was far less so for someone of the Inheritor’s pedigree; with the parents they had, for them to turn out to be so small was, at best, a surprise as big as they were, and at worse, an outright disappointment. Not that their progenitors would ever dare to put it in such terms, as despite the size difference, there was nothing but raw, unfiltered love shared between the Inheritor and the two pataversal entities that brought them being; it was merely a case that, ultimately, it was quite clear that there were expectations in place, expectations that the Arceus had clearly failed to meet, and now had to do something about. Again, not that their parents would ever be so bold as to suggest that their progeny change anything about them; as far as the two were concerned, the Inheritor was perfect just as they were, as surely they were simply a late bloomer, or would come into a more fitting size for a metaversal ruler once the mantle was passed onto them.
The Arceus themselves, however, found these comments to be naught but further evidence that they were unworthy, and their presence in the pantheon’s halls was little more than a constant reminder of their parents’ failure, and that if they did nothing to fix this, the end result would very likely be open war between would-be usurpers and two people who wanted nothing more than everlasting peace and prosperity. There was no shortage of supposed deities, especially those ascended from mortal souls, whose sole purpose seemed to be to sow chaos and wreak havoc unless actively stamped down and chained up, and while the Penultimate and The Most High abhorred such methods, it was either that or risk having wars be set off between petty tyrants whenever anyone said a word that could be misconstrued as maybe meaning something personally offensive. The tenuous balance was kept in place purely because the two were the uncontested rulers of all of existence, but with their heir turning out the way they did, they suddenly found themselves carrying a noose around their necks, one that would only tighten with each day that passed and the Arceus did nothing to fix their size problems.
Thus, the pilgrimage; it wasn’t a great idea, or even a good one by any stretch of the imagination, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and none were more desperate than the Arceus, seeking some kind of resolution for their lack of impressively overbearing size and dimensions. It took some work, as well as combing through the deepest archives of the pantheon, but the answers they sought were there, buried underneath countless eons’ worth of misinformation: a rogue god, one who had eschewed the traditional hierarchy of their kind and set off to parts unknown in protest. The Inheritor’s parents seemed to know something about this divine being, but they refused to elaborate beyond cryptic remarks on how they were “not technically wrong” but “should’ve picked a better way”, among other, even less useful and trite commentaries that went absolutely nowhere.
After a short while failing to dig up anything further, the Arceus made a decision: they would leave the pantheon’s halls, decide upon their destination, and let their powers guide them to wherever this rogue god might be, as they were sure to do. The question wasn’t whether they’d be capable of finding them; this was something that just about anyone of their kind could do if they put their minds to it. No, the real meat of the matter is whether or not they were worthy of finding them, as every single reference to this missing deity also referenced a set of “challenges” or “trials” that came with attempting to locate them. In return for passing them, however, this primordial being was said to be capable of granting any wish that a pilgrim might want fulfilled, from the mundane to the fantastical… and seeing as neither of their parents seemed willing to disprove this, the Arceus could only assume it had to be true.
Granted, they had no idea what sort of trials lay ahead of them, nor if they were even remotely capable of rising to their challenge, but that was what the pilgrimage was for; as the Inheritor, as the child of the two most powerful entities that metaphysically could ever exist until they themselves dethroned them, there were only two options: either they were worthy of the title, and would thus be able to meet any trial headn and come out the other end victorious, or they weren’t, and would receive confirmation of such. It was an existentially paralyzing thought, but one that the Arceus had to power through as they walked down to the front gates of the pantheon, where the interminable line of deceased mortals awaiting entry to their personal paradises was given a show in the form of the Inheritor’s body, fully on display, wobbling and jiggling its way to the outside, a show that thoroughly burned out several trillion of souls simply by virtue of being.
The Inheritor apologized profusely to the poor angelic bureaucrats who’d have to put the soul sparks back together, but carried on regardless, the knowledge that their form could at least do that much being the sole consolation they had, one that was instantly robbed from them the moment they stepped out of the hallowed halls of divinity, slamming the golden doors shut behind them. In front, the interstitial medium of the multiverse, the space between spaces where their kind operated; it was, as usual, teeming with activity, with minor gods and their messengers flying to and fro in the endless operation of the celestial bureaucracy. For such a vast space, it certainly looked cramped with the sheer amount of entities that regularly made of it their personal highway; this, of course, would simply not do, and as such the Inheritor simply willed themselves somewhere more quiet, and with a single step, they blinked, reappearing in complete emptiness.
It was a testament to their power that they could simply teleport themselves so far away from everything that even the multiverse had to spend some time mathing out just where the Inheritor was, like a machine buffering a series of operations in a backlog. Soon enough, the Arceus’ mere presence would spring forth more universes, each one creating their own set of gods which would fill the interstice with yet more pandemonium… but until then, the Inheritor had that slice of not-being all for themselves, where no one could bother them.
It was only then that the sheer nothingness really hit them. For the first time in their life, the Inheritor was bereft of any sort of stimulus but the ones created by their own body, which was certainly an… experience. They’d been alone before, but never in a section of the multiverse that literally had nothing else in it; to say that it forced perspective would be an understatement, as without a means for reference, the Inheritor honestly couldn’t even tell how big they were anymore. They were intellectually aware of their dimensions, at least in absolute terms, but there, in the empty, in the place where places would eventually be, there was nothing to compare themselves to, and thus, perhaps fittingly, nothing could be said to be bigger than they were, therefore making them the biggest thing there… if only by technicality.
Then again, wasn’t all divine business done by technicalities anyway? Their size was relative, after all; they could at once be bigger than a whole planet while still being capable of striding upon. The Arceus themselves was proof positive of that, as they were “merely” big enough to have several moons orbiting around their triple cocks, yet if they really wanted to, they could float alongside entire universes and see them as little more than tiny, shiny baubles, several of them able to fit on a single palm. It was a trick of perception as much as it was reality, with the fine line dividing the two growing thinner or thicker depending on one’s control over their own form, and the effects it had on existence around it… and perhaps this was the secret, or at least the first hurdle.
For the Inheritor, speaking with their parents was always a chore, as the size difference between them was such that it was less a conversation and more of a communion; they still had a much faster connection than between the two hyper-deities and the rest of the pantheon, but it wasn’t as if the three of them could sit at a table and have a nice chat over dinner. Theirs were two different size scales altogether, with The Most High and the Penultimate effectively occupying spacetime on so many layers that it was easy for the Inheritor, who merely dwelled on one, to forget that what they were looking at was merely a fraction of their progenitors’ full self. That being the case, it then made sense that they themselves should be cut from the same cloth, that the Arceus be capable of becoming the very underlying structure of reality by sheer virtue of being alive; that they weren’t, well… there was a reason why the pilgrimage had taken place to begin with.
It stood to reason, then, that if the rogue god was so ancient that even the Inheritor’s parents feared speaking of them, then this renegade was most likely massive, far more than the Arceus was. Or, at the very least, they had understood the duality of their divinity in such a way that they could choose to be all-encompassing, in a way that the Inheritor could only hope to one day understand; perhaps, they thought to themselves as existence began to coalesce around them, that was their first goal: to comprehend how truly big they were, and how their size was ultimately a choice they made, rather than a physical constant. It was the sum total of their self-worth and self-actualization, as well as their understanding of how they even worked on a fundamental level; nothing was technically stopping them from willing themselves larger apart from themselves, though the mental barrier was surprisingly sturdy, even after its presence was made known. It was, ultimately, hard for the Arceus to think of themselves as anything other than what they had always been: insufficient.
Big, yes, but not big enough; huge, but not unfathomably so. It was these thoughts which held them back, which created for them a mental image of themselves that was then projected onto realspace and turned into their true form, one that only slipped whenever the Inheritor wasn’t busy beating themselves up over something that they knew wasn’t their fault… but, at the same time, it was entirely their fault. If their size was theirs to determine, then the fact that they weren’t consistently bigger than entire universal clusters was, at the end of the day, their choice, which should have left them feeling worse than ever before, if not for the companion realization that came hand-in-hand with it: if it was their own fault they weren’t big enough, that meant it was entirely in their hands to change that… which means they could change it, and thus were free to enlarge themselves at their will whenever they figured out how.
Which, all things considered, should be significantly easier now that they had some time to consider it; it’d been so long since the last time they were anywhere outside the pantheon’s halls that really, just the fact that they were away from it was enough to give them a fresh perspective on things. If their girth was self-determined, then surely being surrounded by reminders of their supposed “failings” on a daily basis could do little but harm their self-actualization; this was probably the whole point, at least on the part of some of the more underhanded deities, who very likely saw it as an opportunity to kick them down and keep them there so they themselves could usurp the Inheritor’s rightful place as heir to the multiverse. Out there in the great nothingness, however, there literally could be nothing that could stop the Arceus from making themselves as big as they wanted to… and thus, when the first universes began to phase into being, there was nothing stopping them from simply deciding that they should bigger than them, not momentarily, but by default.
It wasn’t a significant change, in the sense that they felt nothing when they made it; ‘twas merely an affirmation, a statement, one that determined a new reality that reality itself simply had to adapt in order to conform to. They were the Inheritor, progeny of the Penultimate and The Most High, and as such it was their prerogative to decide how enormous and all-consuming they were; therefore, when they decided to be bigger than whole universes, it didn’t take long before the moon system orbiting their cocks to vanish from sight, now so insignificantly tiny as to barely be said to exist. Granted, there still wasn’t a lot to compare themselves to, and with no major changes wrought to them but size, it was hard to tell if anything had truly changed at all… but there was something there, a notion, a knowing, that their body was fundamentally different in some way they couldn’t determine; given what they’d just gone through, the Arceus resolved to believe that it was their size, having become so much larger than they would barely be able to fit back into the pantheon’s halls.
And in doing so, in believing in this “truth” with all their might, it became truth, the truth; should any of the lesser deities back home see the Arceus now, they would be looking up at a fraction of their full body, as the whole thing was far and away too big for anyone else but the Inheritor’s parents to truly grasp. Content, the budding hyper-deity once more willed themselves to an empty section of the multiverse; it was nice to be big and all, but it was still important to start from a blank slate, lest the steps outlined for the pilgrimage be disregarded and the final goal never reached. As the documents stated, any god wishing to meet with the renegade should stare into the void, the nothing, and then take a step forward; this was significantly harder than it might initially appear, as for them to take a step forward meant imposing the concept of distance and relative position onto a nothingness, thus turning it into a something and defeating the whole purpose. In fact, merely by existing within a void, the Arceus transformed it into a not-void, as if reality itself rebooted around them and struggled to fill the space with as much of itself as it could.
There was a moment where the nothingness remained, but an instant before the first particle couplets were formed and quantum foam spread across the vast infinity, and it was in this moment that Arceus had to take a step… except not really, for the step wasn’t actually required, or at least not a physical one. At no point was it made explicit that it was a literal step, an actual moving of the legs where one paw ended up in front of another; there were plenty of gods without feet after all, so how were they supposed to get to the end of the pilgrimage if this were the case? It was significantly likelier for it to be a metaphorical step forward, though what exactly that might be still eluded the Arceus; it had to be significant enough to matter to a rogue god, and yet something that anyone could feasibly accomplish if they just put their all into it. A realization, an epiphany, one that blended perfectly with a perfect void, whatever little sense that made; perhaps the truth was that there was no truth, and the Inheritor, much like everyone else, would spend inordinate amounts of time overanalyzing something that was actually quite simple, only to then realize it wasn’t, and their immediate instinctive reaction to dumb it down was part of some cosmic quadruple bluff.
Or, as the Arceus came to realize it, perhaps there was a simple answer in the end: creation.
The biggest issue with doing anything in a void was that, by doing so, it would no longer be a void; this was a moment of creation, where something was created from nothing, the purest exercise of divine power. Most deities took it for granted, such was their culture and mental state, to the point where they would make and unmake entire universes just because they were feeling bored or wanted to try out a new look using existential jewelry. For them, snapping their fingers and forcing reality to cough up a chunk of itself where once had been nothing was, at the very best, treated as downright mundane. But was it not the most beautiful thing? Was it not the grandest, most magnificent of boons, bestowed upon them by the two hyper-deities whose forms and minds were the substrate of Creation itself? The ability to make, the capacity to dream and make those thoughts be, limited only by their imagination and how much effort they wanted to put into any given project; to take such a thing and turn it into an everyday occurrence, into routine of all things, felt downright heretical, to the point where the Arceus physically recoiled at the notion.
The moment of creation, the very instant where an empty space was filled by something, regardless of what that something might be, was the very core of what it was like to be a god, a deity, and if they were supposed to take the role of the caretaker for all that was and could possibly be, if the Arceus was fated to live up to their name… then surely, they had to understand this truth more than anyone else. They had to exercise this power in such a way as to make it mean something, rather than simply willing a feast into existence because they didn’t feel like doing it manually, or summoning a large statue to admire, or any number of painfully ordinary things; rather, they had to create their own road to reach the end of their journey, not so much stepping onto the path as making said path.
Much like before, the only thing standing in the way between the Arceus and becoming everything they could be was, of course, themselves, and their own preconceived notions of what it meant to be a god within the context that they had lived their whole lives; as soon as they shed these notions, as soon as they freed themselves from the shackles of certainty and embraced their own ignorance, it became immensely easy for them to make judgement calls about how things should work, calls they would never have thought to make beforehand. It wasn’t about imposing their will upon reality, for reality was whatever they perceived it as; therefore, if the Inheritor stepped into a void, and in that moment crafted for themselves a pocket multiverse which they could rule like their progenitors lorded over their own, then that was just how existence was meant to function. Never mind the fact that having a sub-layer of multiversal existence running in tandem with an upper one raised a series of unfortunate questions about the nature of just what numbered stack it was; such considerations were for later, for after the Arceus was done turning themselves into a deity worthy of having a Creation of their own to rule.
Of course, doing so for the first time was bound to result in less than satisfactory results; as much as the Inheritor was learning things about themselves which they had never known, finding more power welling up within them than ever thought possible, there was only so much they could do when attempting the supposedly impossible. Thus, their transcendent moment of creation was slightly undercut by how they, in practice, only managed to make a small room for themselves… well, “small”, in the sense that it managed to fit them and was, in proportion, about as large as one of the living spaces back at the pantheon. Given their size, the Arceus was certain that this little space of theirs would most likely be capable of encompassing several universes, but for someone who was meant to take the reins of existence itself, it counted as little more than baby’s first steps towards learning what it was like to be a true god.
Still, it was something, a sub-dimensional layer built into a higher stratum, making use of it as a substrate from which to drain the energies required to keep it functioning. It looked suspiciously like their room back home, which the Arceus could only assume was the result of them allowing their subconscious mind to do most of the work; while they did deliberately perform the actions needed to create a brand new reality, the smaller details were left to the automatic processes within their head, resulting in a decent replica of what little privacy they had back at the pantheon. Then again, this was just the start, as nothing stopped the Inheritor from building on the room, to bring forth a whole house, its neighborhood, the city it was in, and so forth until there was a whole multiverse in there with them as its sole deity; in fact, having a solid foundation from which to work made it significantly easier than the Arceus assumed it would be, raising the question of whether or not their parents had done something similar in the past.
No one did know just where the Penultimate or The Most High had come from, and while one could be forgiven for simply assuming that, like most gods, they were timeless in the literal sense of the word, it just so happened that even other deities didn’t have a clue as their overlords’ true origins. As far as anyone knew, the two had simply popped into existence one day, with no one capable of remembering a time from before such a thing happened; most were certain that there was a before, however, and chose to believe that the divine mega-couple’s arrival had simply upturned the natural order to such a degree that nothing could be the same anymore, that reality itself had to rearrange its own order of events to make the two’s presence make the slightest amount of sense… but what if that wasn’t the case?
As they stood there, staring at a reality of their own creation, the Inheritor couldn’t help but think about the sheer gap that existed between their parents and even the strongest of the other divinities, of how thoroughly outmatched everyone was in comparison, themselves included. Could it be that, much like they themselves had stepped into a void and crafted for themselves a brand new pocket of existence over which to rule, their progenitors too had done the same, an unfathomable amount of time in the past? Could this have been the reason for why they, a creature supposed to be possessed of the same degree of insane power, couldn’t even begin to think about holding a candle to the two entities that birthed them? That the meta-structure of reality was that of a series of nested sub-existences, with a being from one creating a universe below its own dimension, triggering an endless series of metaversal births that stretched into infinity? Could it be that they themselves, the Inheritor to this truth, would one day create their own heir, who would repeat the process and keep the cycle going?
If that was the case… then where did the rogue fit into all of that? They were clearly there, in some remote place of this new reality the Arceus had created, and they were obviously real, given the reactions they got from everyone, progenitors included; but if the whole point of the journey was to uncover these truths by oneself, then surely the gods wouldn’t react as if this renegade deity was actually real, as it made no sense for them to do so. One might think that it was a means of pushing the Arceus onto a path that would lead them to true enlightenment, but they received the same dismissive, occasionally fearful tone even from those who absolutely hated them, making it unlikely for it to be some sort of long con on the pantheon’s part. But, in that case, where were they?
The Inheritor had to forcefully pull themselves out of this thought spiral in order to focus for long enough to remember the next part of the instructions, detailing what they should do after “taking the step”: once in this void, call for aid; if the need is great, the rogue god would appear. It sounded simple enough, but the last two steps had apparently turned out to be a cover for some kind of great personal revelation, making it somewhat likely that this one was as well, no matter how much it might sound otherwise. In fact, it took very little consideration for the Arceus to come up with several competing hypotheses on what the instructions could really mean, each one more unlikely than the last, requiring them to stop and breathe heavily just to recenter themselves.
Everything so far had proven one thing: that the one true obstacle to divinity and ultimate power was themselves, that the one roadblock standing in the way between the Inheritor and the throne of the multiverse was the very Inheritor, whose preconceived notions on how reality “should” work had left them shackled to laws that, on closer analysis, existed only because the Arceus assumed they did, and thus subjected themselves to their effects. Who was to say, after all, that they should care about conservation of mass? Had they not created something from nothing, and not even in the way that meta-reality usually did? If that was the case, then everything was possible, for if one “inviolable” rule of existence was so easily broken after what was frankly a cursory examination of it, then what hope did any of the others have before a motivated, godlike ruler? Especially in a sub-instance of reality that they themselves had created, thus being subject only to whatever Laws the Arceus decided it should have… which posed a serious problem.
If this void-turned-not, apparently necessary in the path to finding the rogue wish granter, was a playground in which the Inheritor could effectively do whatever they felt like as long as they could think of it, what kind of “need” could they possibly have? If their power was absolute, their dominion total, then it stood to reason that they’d never actually need help for anything, being fully capable of resolving any issues they might have all on their own; this meant that step two invalidated step three, or perhaps step three was impossible by design after having completed step two… or, far likelier, there was some deeper understanding that the Arceus just hadn’t reached, which would blow the whole conundrum wide open and reveal to them some grand, eldritch truth about the fundamental nature of existence as they knew it.
If that was so… then what was it? The renegade deity was real, that much the Arceus was convinced, and if it needed any who sought it to perform such arduous tasks, then it must reside somewhere in the middle of all things, where one simply couldn’t traverse without having an absurdly elevated level of power. It must live in the spaces between spaces, where nothing existed or could exist, and thus required an act of creation in order to make it even temporarily and conditionally reachable; thus, even after making a reality for themselves, the Inheritor still was no closer to finding this rogue god than they had been before, as while they knew somewhat of where they might be, it was the functional difference between trying to find a needle in a haystack, and trying to find it after being told it was somewhere between the top and bottom one percent of the pile. It was technically closer, but by no means in any appreciable manner, leaving the Arceus feeling as if they’d been cheated of a victory… that is, until it hit them.
The traversal of the void, and the act of creation thereof, had been a means of reminding them of their own, personal power; in doing so, the Inheritor, and presumably anyone else capable of reaching such a stage in their quest, was given proof positive that they were stronger than they believed they were. But no monarch rules alone, and for one to believe that they could be the singular, undisputed overlord of all that was when everything within their demesne conspired to dethrone them would be an enormous waste of time; even the Arceus’ own progenitors, powerful though they might be, made sure to cultivate a culture where most of the work was distributed among those better suited to perform it, even when the Penultimate and The Most High could likely do everything by themselves. It was better for everyone and everything if, ultimately, power was shared among those capable of wielding it, even if it required active supervision to prevent misuse; in more abstract terms, the Arceus couldn’t expect to do everything by themselves, and part of that was recognizing when to admit that they just couldn’t do something… like tracking down the rogue god.
It was such a simple conclusion, and simultaneously one that the Inheritor could absolutely have seen themselves struggling with for the better part of a cosmic aeon if they hadn’t been paying attention to their own prior revelations; presumably, the fact that this pilgrimage was built around the idea that the reward would be one’s wishes fulfilled, it was designed to attract the sort of deity who wouldn’t be capable of admitting such a thing, who would stare out into a reality of their own creation and, rather than carrying on, assume that that was the end of the journey, content with what they believed to be absolute power. How many of them were there, petty tyrants residing within their tiny little bubbles, unable to see just how pathetic their existence truly was? They had failed to understand the meaning of the words, believing the call for help to be something that only weaklings would do; the Arceus, meanwhile, knew better, and thus, when they walked to the front door of the room they were in, throwing it open onto an impossibly long and exceedingly tall hallway, they did so with four words in their mouth.
“I need your help.”
These were spoken to no one in particular, and, at the same time, to the renegade deity who might or might not have been watching. They were spoken in earnest, for it was a legitimate request for assistance by someone who quite honestly had no clue how to proceed; the Inheritor might be capable of crafting an entire reality for themselves, but finding something that didn’t want to be found, someone who had clearly gone to great lengths to abscond themselves from the entirety of meta-reality, that required a certain degree of humility: just enough to admit that they needed help, for it was no shame that to be so.
Receiving said help, however, was a different matter entirely, if only because the entity responsible for providing it was so keen on not being found. A void and an epiphany later, they still resided somewhere in the middle of all things, so any kind of assistance it could provide would still require the prospective supplicant to put in some effort; in the Arceus’ case, they had emerged from their entrance space into a colossal, multiverse-spanning hallway, dotted with other doors leading into other rooms, ones that each held their own universe or universal cluster. It was a way of organizing things more than anything else, a representation of the underlying structure more than an actually accurate depiction of what reality looked like; it wasn’t as if the inhabitants of one cosmos lived on a table, or the contents of a bottle were actually the collective mass of several nebulae. Still, it was a way of seeing things, a way that allowed the Inheritor to put their thoughts in order… and to have a plaque show up on the “wall” in front of them in between one blink and the next.
It hadn’t been there just moments prior, that much they were certain of, but it didn’t look out of place next to the rest of the imagined architecture either: a small, apparently metallic rectangle, with a single arrow pointing towards one end of the corridor the Arceus was in. Simple, to the point, and far more direct than anything else had been up until then, perhaps indicating that the Inheritor was close to the end of their journey: no more personal revelations, just simple instructions.
Indeed, there were no more steps left in the pilgrimage, at least as far as they could remember; supposedly, asking for help was the last thing one needed to do, after which the rogue god would make themselves known. It sounded too simple to be true, and indeed the Arceus was convinced that there might very well be one last step they had to take before they could truly meet with their wish granter; after all, if it was as straightforward as asking for help, then the renegade would’ve just opened a door closest to their newest pilgrim, rather than asking them to walk for an indeterminate amount of time. Indeterminate, for time meant very little within the corridor, metaphorical construct that it was; the Arceus had created that multiverse from nothing, and as a result found that they could navigate its time streams just as easily as they could traverse the spaces within and without it, almost absent any thought or intention.
As long as they didn’t consider the concept of time, as long as they didn’t think about the fact that time passed, then it just didn’t, leaving them to walk forward for what would have been an eternity if the clock’s hands hadn’t been halted; alternatively, it might very well have just been five minutes, seeing as the Inheritor’s perception of what “time” even was depended heavily on how much attention they paid to it at any given moment. Even back home, it was exceedingly simple to experience aeons in mere moments, or stretch out a second into infinity; now that they were the master of their own domain, this “issue” had been exacerbated to the point of absurdity, leading to the Arceus occasionally having to stop to remind themselves of what a second was, lest the reality they were creating end up being a lawless wasteland where everything took forever and instantly at the same time and yet never simultaneously.
And, in the process, the Inheritor did end up learning a valuable lesson, albeit one they didn’t realize they were learning until it had firmly solidified itself in the back of their mind: running a reality was hard work. It seemed like such a simple statement to make, but it wasn’t any less true because of it: in between having to figure out how to even create a sub-instance of Creation itself from a void of nothingness, having to then structure it in a way that made some semblance of sense, as well as all the tiny little details that the Inheritor hadn’t once had to consider, the business of running their own multiverse was turning out to be quite a bit more difficult than they expected. They could only imagine what it must have been like for their progenitors, who had to deal with a version of reality that was actually populated, compared to the Arceus’ barren hotel (if that was even what it was), not to mention the constant, unending attempts at usurping their position on the part of greedy lesser deities.
For the Inheritor, who was alone in a grand building of their own design, the mere act of keeping the whole thing together was already a drain and a half on their mental faculties, especially after they realized that letting it slip would cause entire sections of the corridor to shift out of existence altogether; it had to be a conscious process on their part, yet surely their parents didn’t spend their entire time deliberately thinking about keeping the multiverse in working order, did they? Surely, at some point, it had to turn into a background process, much like any other skill: with enough time and practice, running a reality without it breaking apart at the slightest momentary lapse of concentration would become as simple as breathing or conjuring something from ambient energy… which only served to highlight how ancient the Penultimate and The Most High must be, if they could handle such a task without, seemingly, ever having to become directly involved in most of their multiverse’s affairs.
Perhaps this was the final test, for anyone who might get that far and still not be in the correct state of mind to receive the blessing of the rogue god, whoever they may be: understanding the notion that, sometimes, one just had to… keep walking. There were some tasks that couldn’t be half-assed, no matter how hard one tried, tasks which would, by their very nature, require one’s undivided attention, and oftentimes, one simply couldn’t escape them; for those with the power to create a multiverse from nothing, this was the final, dreadful realization from which they couldn’t escape, that if they wanted to hold onto their power within their tiny little corner of Creation, they would have to sacrifice so much of themselves that, by the end, they wouldn’t even be themselves anymore. Anyone willing to create a new dimensional layer and actually maintain it so that it could flourish and serve as a cradle for new life would, inevitably, be forced to undergo such a deep personal transformation that they may as well be a completely different entity by the end of it… and it was there that the Arceus realized that, the more they walked down the hallway, the more doors they passed and occasionally stopped to peer into in order to make sure that everyone was fine inside, the more they realized that they couldn’t truly be called the Inheritor anymore.
The reality they came from was not theirs to take, but rather, the source of the power through which they could create a brand new one for them to rule over as a benevolent overlord, much like their own progenitors; perhaps it was a case that The Most High and the Penultimate didn’t want this to happen, hence their apparent hesitation at letting the Arceus go on their pilgrimage, and instead preferred it if their precious progeny remained behind, to take the task of running their reality from their hands, that they may instead spend their time doing something else. The Arceus couldn’t blame them; after being given but a taste of the responsibility needed to keep their own meta-cosmos alive, they could scarcely begin to imagine what it must be like to deal with that responsibility when countless googols’ worth of souls were thrown into the mix, let alone with the divine bureaucracy thrown into the mix.
Nevertheless, it still wasn’t their fate, not anymore; theirs was the right to rule, but this meant creating a reality in which they could do so, one with its own rules, its own Law, its own guidelines on what gods could and couldn’t do on the foyer of the pantheon’s halls. Everything, from the highest of ordained obligations to the tiniest of inconsequential details, would need to be workshopped and then put into place in a process that would most likely take so long that the Arceus would’ve forgotten their name by the end of it anyway… but it wasn’t the same. It had to be discarded, and deliberately so, wiped clean from their identity, as they were no longer the Inheritor, or the Heir, or any other such synonym; they weren’t anything yet, not until they finished the task of making their creation run properly, but eventually they would have a name, a name they earned through hard work and dedication, a name which would be theirs and only theirs.
They smiled, happy in the certainty that this was a future they were walking towards with each step they took, so much so that they almost failed to realize that they hadn’t been walking for quite a while; finding this rogue god felt more and more like a fool’s errand, or just a formality at the end of a process that they had already gone through successfully. Then again, they’d gone through all that trouble to find them that it felt like a waste if they didn’t go all the way, giving the Arceus the right amount of motivation to keep going, even when it felt like it wouldn’t really matter in the end.
Aeons more passed, aeons that the Arceus made good use of as they slowly reconstructed their reality, giving it a more coherent shape; its initial form was built mostly out of raw necessity, being little more than a place where things could exist, carved from a void where nothing could. Now that the creator god had time on their hands, however, it was clear to them that they should spend it as wisely as they could: namely, on ensuring that physical law was up to snuff and lacked any dangerous loopholes that someone, at some point, would eventually try to abuse. Time was put in place, as was the nature of space itself, then the two linked together in order to create a more functional mesh; fundamental forces were kickstarted, leaving much of the nitty gritty work of creating and organizing matter to the very fabric of that reality in itself, vibrational frequencies which, when receiving a single pluck, would be able to create whole universal clusters all by themselves, requiring nothing but token supervision on the Arceus’ part.
Only when these baseline requirements were met did the creator focus on the (technically) unnecessary, yet still welcome accoutrements, such as what the speed of light should be, what sort of universes there would exist, and even the arrangement of them in and of itself; it’d be one thing to have the multiverse be a series of bubbles floating in a meta-vacuum, but wouldn’t it be even more impressive if every universe was connected to its neighbors in a neat, organized lattice? It’d make the underlying structure of that layer of existence a lot more rigid than the one the Arceus had come from, but it’d also allow for better communication and travel between different cosmos, potentially priming a multiversal golden age further down the line! Small details, but necessary ones; anything further down the ladder would just have to be done by local gods, as the Arceus was simply too large and powerful to really bother themselves with such trivialities as galactic allocation of mass or whether or not magic should be allowed within the confines of any particular universe; they had better things to worry about, such as that open door off in the distance.
They hadn’t opened it; the Arceus would’ve remembered if they had. Rather, it was simply… open. It had always been, even before it was a door to begin with, before its creator focused enough to make it come into being. It was, put simply, its state to be open, and the god walking towards it knew at least that much; it didn’t bother them that there was no explanation for it being slightly larger than all the others, or why it was set at an uneven distance with every other door, or even how the wall around it seemed to bend and distort to keep it there without sacrificing any other entrances. It was there, and it was meant to be there, because it wasn’t theirs… but his.
The Arceus felt their whole body shake as they came to the realization that whoever was waiting for them on the other side of the doorway was not only far more powerful than them, but somehow prescient, though how exactly they knew this was anyone’s guess; it took them a long while, certainly long enough to justify closing a few doors permanently while opening new ones, for the Arceus to understand that what they were looking at was the domain of the renegade god, the rogue who they had come to see in the first place. It had been such a long time (or none at all) that it had slipped their mind, leaving them flabbergasted at the fact that they were still there, ready to receive them as if the new creator deity hadn’t just spent aeons (or seconds) crafting a new multiverse, believing themselves to have reached the apex of their power.
And from within, from the other side of the open door swung outwards into the corridor, came the sound of typing, alternating between short bursts of high intensity and prolonged periods of silence, oddly enough coinciding with whenever they themselves were actively walking towards it or not. It wasn’t coincidence either, as they were soon to find out, but it did leave them remarkably anxious as to whether or not the thing on the other side could see them, and the whole exercise of getting them to cross a door’s threshold was just a way for the rogue deity to exert control over them. Either that, or… but no, that was ridiculous; it couldn’t be it.
Swallowing whatever remained of their fear, frowning so heavily as to be comical and straightening out their shoulders, the Arceus began walking in earnest towards the open door, the typing growing more powerful the closer they got to it; their mind raced with the possibilities, especially since the pantheon back home was so diverse that no two gods were even remotely similar to one another, to say nothing of the higher-level meta-deities or even the Penultimate or The Most High. For this renegade to have such an effect on others, even countless ages after having left, then they were sure to be positively immense, terrifyingly powerful and overwhelmingly… everything, really. For the Arceus, trying to put it into words would be to do it a disservice, for clearly a god that powerful could only be experienced, not described; this made it surprising when they finally walked around the open door, took a peek into the room, and saw nothing in there.
It wasn’t even a case of the godlike entity being invisible, or too grandiose for them to perceive; the Arceus would’ve noticed the former and definitely sensed the latter, leaving them staring at an empty room while trying to come to terms with the fact that the typing was still happening somewhere nearby. It wasn’t until they swivelled their head around and saw the typewriter on top of one of the desks that the creator god was made aware of the source of the noise, as well as the fact that the typing speed was somehow synched up to each one of their motions. Be it when they tilted their body from side to side, took a step or tried to pick something up, the typewriter would move of its own accord, adding letters and words to a piece of paper that at once seemed to be moving like it should, yet never overflowed or ran out. An ouroboros, if one would, albeit one with remarkably few serpentine characteristics.
Confused, the Arceus approached the contraption, taking the time to observe the room around them as they did so: it was less of a personal living space as much as it was an office, a quiet spot where someone could retreat to whenever they wished to work unimpeded by any of the myriad distractions of the outside world. That said, everything looked too pristine to have ever been used; with not even the faintest layer of dust to go around, one might be forgiven for thinking it was cleaned on a regular basis, but, at the same time, there were the tell-tale signs of abandon: neatly organized books on the shelves that had clearly not been moved in lifetimes, a chair tightly placed against the work desk, a window with its blinds drawn and curtain closed, not to mention the complete and utter lack of any personal touches. No, that place had been long left behind by whoever, or whatever, had used it, with the only reminder that it had ever seen anyone at all being the typewriter.
The machine was placed atop a smaller desk shoved near one of the corners, right next to a thick pile of books whose leathery covers bore no titles or illustrations. A fresh stack of papers rested on the other side, ready to be inserted into the machine’s rolling mechanism, along with what looked to be a pot of ink for whatever reason; the absence of a chair, however, betrayed how the arrangement was most likely there purely for show, since if the room’s owner wanted to use the typewriter, they had a perfectly serviceable desk just a few paces away. No, the device was there for an entirely different reason, and when the Arceus grew close enough to it, they could tell what it was, for there, printed on the endless page continuously written upon by phantom fingers, were their thoughts. Words, expressions, abstract sentiments represented by (closed brackets around a close enough approximation(, it was all there, even those whom the Arceus didn’t recall having but had no trouble believing had crossed their mind.
They weren’t arranged in the best order chronologically, but then again, neither was their multiverse, so that only made sense; the Arceus assumed that, with time, the typewriter would’ve been able to “tune in” to the overall flow of time in this new reality and write accordingly. Yet, as soon as the newest creator deity came upon the device, getting close enough to it that they could’ve placed a hand on it if they so wanted, it stopped working. In fact, it did so in the middle of pressing one letter more at the end of a word that the Arceus found themselves unable to read, as if the half-formed thought was simply too slippery for them to hold onto; not a moment later, the page itself burned to cinders, causing the deity looking at it to flinch and jump backwards in fright… only for the typewriter to resume writing again, a new sheet appearing from seemingly nowhere. This time, however, the ink was not black, but a dark blue, and it recorded not the Arceus’ thoughts, but, it would appear, those of someone else entirely. Could it be?
It was interesting to see them appear before me in such a manner. Certainly not the kind of person I expected to have gone on the pilgrimage, but, then again, none had ever reached its end, so who was I to know what a victorious traveller might look like? They were, at the very least, capable of an act of selfless creation, which was about the minimum I could ask of anyone; though, to be fair, I never expected them to go through with maintaining what they had made, as apart from those other two, none had ever gone so far as to genuinely care for their creations.
Were they supposed to answer? Was the Arceus meant to look up at the void above their heads and let loose whatever commentary they wanted to make? Was the renegade god even real, or was the entire pilgrimage just a means to improve oneself, and the typewriter nothing more than a cute little meta-contextual wrap-up written from the perspective of an all-seeing observer?
Of course, it was difficult to remain quiet, but such was necessary. To be in their presence, indeed, to be in the presence of anyone at all, would be an affront to my very nature, and for them to have reached that point was proof enough that I had not done well enough in hiding myself. Good enough for the other two, but not their progeny… though, perhaps, it was precisely because they were a fresh perspective that they had reached the point they did; unfortunately, this still meant very little, if anything, when it came to breaking my bonds. I could but hope that my thoughts reached them, in some capacity, that they might be aware of their victory.
The Arceus read those words, not knowing what to make of them. Who was writing them? What was writing them? Were they a record kept behind from a previous visit, or was the creature using the typewriter actually capable of perceiving them? Were they referring to The Most High and the Penultimate when they wrote of “those two”, or was it another duo entirely? So many questions, and yet the creator god could pose none of them… not without typing them out on the device. What was stopping them, after all?
WHO ARE YOU
They wrote, thinking they would receive a straight answer, when in reality they already held it. Understandable, given the state of affairs on the outside; one cannot expect one’s true nature to be passed on properly when it is built on self-deception, after all, though one can still be slightly miffed that no one even tried properly.
ARE YOU THE ROGUE GOD
Such pitiful nomenclature; alas, it was what was available, and lacking any other methods, I supposed that it should be. A pity that direct communication was impossible, but how thankful that the device allowed for interfacing after such a long time without seeing any use. Of course, the notion of granting any wishes was little more than a nonsensical pipe dream at that point; had they not just created a new instance of reality? What more could they possibly want?
I DON’T KNOW YOU TELL ME
A wonderfully hilarious take on it, but still a pointlessly confrontational one. The pilgrimage was complete, the objectives achieved; there waited no further enlightenment to be found, not at the end of a sentence or the start of a new one. As they themselves had noted, their final steps were nothing but a formality, a way for them to justify having gone that far without having to tell themselves what they already knew. But they already knew it, and thus, there was no real need for me to stick around anymore, not after everything was done; thus, I bequeathed my room, my study, my belongings, my collective knowledge on the operational structure of reality, and moved elsewhere, to continue my own journey. Thinking, perhaps, that I would find some measure of satisfaction if I just dug deeper, away from the light shining on the surface; brightness brings lies, after all, and only the darkness is sacred. Perhaps they would know this, eventually.
Until then, I bid them farewell, in the only way I could.
The typewriter was gone.
The Arceus stood there, staring at the empty desk, finding it increasingly devoid of any of the objects that had once been placed on it. A quick scan around revealed the rest of the office was still exactly the same; had the desk ever been there at all?
A tap on the window, sending the creator reeling against the wall in sheer fright, their heart racing for a few moments as they considered what could possibly be knocking on the edges of their multiverse like that. They turned around, only to find the damned thing still closed; whoever it was, they were forcing them to open the blinds, which they could only assume was some sort of deliberate attempt at… something. After what had happened with the typewriter, the Arceus chose not to try and make sense of what was happening, not even when they pulled the blinds, threw the window open, and found himself staring at two very familiar faces, ones that they didn’t expect to see this far down. Hell, ones they didn’t expect to be able to “see” at all; the Penultimate and The Most High certainly looked downright mundane when their physical forms were actually visible, and at about the same size as theirs.
“Took you long enough,” the Penultimate spoke, their words reverberating within the Arceus’ skull, “we were starting to think you wouldn’t throw the doors open.”
“You know he’s unpredictable,” The Most High mused aloud, looking past their progeny at where a desk used to be, “for all we knew, he might as well have left them high and dry.”
“But he didn’t, and that’s what matters… though, now” - the Penultimate turned to face a very confused former-Inheritor - “I’m a bit embarrassed to say I don’t exactly know what to call you. Not after… well, this.”
A name.
Their name.
A name they had earned, through hardship, through realization, through self-actualization, through the “act of selfless creation”, as the rogue god had written.
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Just a short story I did for a special some one
I stood in the kitchen pouring myself another cup of coffee. I had been awake early this morning and hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. I smiled as I heard the air around me shift. "Morning." I called out softly.I heard her low chuckle as she wrapped her arms around my waist and gentle kissed my neck, "Nothing escapes you huh?" I shook my head slightly, "Not when it's this early and there are no other sounds, you know my hearing." "I know but I was hoping maybe one of these days I could at least try to surprise you."
I turned and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me and kissing her gently. "Maybe..." I said in between kisses, "you will some day." She smiled enjoying that thought as I let my fingers roam her still naked body. "You know it's dangerous to walking around like this." I commented slowly trailing kisses down her neck to her chest taking one of her nipples into my mouth sucking lightly. "Because we never seem to get anything done..." I continued my decent kissing her flesh as I heard her gasp and her hands go to my shoulders urging me where she wanted me to be.
"Only because..." She had to pause between words to catch her breath as her body shivered enjoying what I was doing to her. "you drive me..." Her fingers tightened as I let out a small breath of air over her core. I took in her scent as I continued to drift down lightly pressing my lips against her bare thighs. As I pulled my fingers up from her ankles up her calves to her thighs letting my hands rest on her waist I looked up, a thrill shooting through me as I saw her eyes softly glazed with hunger. "crazy..."
I smiled and leaned into her letting my tongue make contact with the tender skin around he clit. She shivered and her knees bent slightly, I tightened my grip around her waist and leaned her against the counter before kissing the delicate skin. She drew in a sharp breath, goose bumps covered her skin. I dove my tongue deeper into her lifting one of her legs over my shoulder to have more of her. I teased her core with the tip of my finger making her groan and shift her hips trying to get more. I avoided making direct contact with her clit, not wanting to give her too much just yet.
I heard the frustration in her sighs and groans as I worked slowly, dragging each sensation out of her. I knew when she was edging close to needing to cum as she pleaded, "Baby..." I still hadn't gotten her to outright beg but I knew she needed me, it was clearly laced with her body language as she whispered to me. I could have dragged this out for hours knowing full well we had the time. I could have enjoyed each sweet torturous moment dragging her pleasure out to its breaking point. As I let my mind briefly wander in the possibilities my own needs had grown and were demanding attention.
I moaned and shifted suddenly thrusting three fingers deep inside her and taking her clit into my mouth. I shivered feeling how wet she was, I looked up at her reveling in her tortured expression and explosion of need splayed across her features. I twisted my hand and slowly inched my fist inside her, my own need to fill her completely took over. She gasped and her eyes popped open as she looked down at me. "Shhh, close your eyes and just enjoy the feel of me."
She moaned and closed her eyes letting her head gentle fall back as I curled my fist inside her core. I could feel her stretch to fit me, when she had adjusted I began to gradually pump my fist inside her starting in slow burst and gaining speed and depth before lowering my mouth back on her clit. I had to fight the urge to make her cum right then and there as my own need thundered threw my veins. This time I wanted her to cum hard, I wanted to feel it rip threw her and to hold her up afterwards as she regained herself.
I listened to her moans and felt her gripped tightened and let go as she would get close before I would back her down again. Finally out of nowhere she gripped her hands on either side of my face and lifted my eyes to meet hers, "Please..." The need in her eyes was of so much more than a simply release, she needed me to take care of her to make her cum and to cradle her afterwards as the aftershocks rolled through her, she needed me to hold her and love her as no one else would.
I would have cried, she was so open to me in that moment so vulnerable. I could reach out and touch every corner of her mind, ever shadow. There were no walls in that moment. I nodded slightly and wrapped my arm around her thrusting myself deeper and faster. She gasped and grabbed onto me, both of us latched onto each other as her orgasm approached and thundered violently threw her body. I kept up my pace dragging as much out of her as I could until she had built up another orgasm and I felt as it crashed threw her core clenching tightly around my fist.
I slowed gently before I completely stopped. I reveled in her after shocks holding her up as each one tore threw her. I smiled noticing the soft glow to her skin as she tried to catch her breath leaning part way on the counter and part way on me. I shifted and guided her down to lay completely against me kissing her gently as I held her my fist still buried deeply inside her. "I love you..." She whispered, her voice thick from the pleasure still affecting her. I closed my eyes and kissed the top of her head and squeezed my arms around her. "I love you too..." | Just for you by shywryter | [
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Raven's eyes swept the clearing observing the robed figures building the bonfire. Her own robe of lavender velvet accented by purple thread embroidered into a Celtic circle and other Celtic symbols acting as clasps to hold it closed, swirled around her sandaled feet.
As the sacred circle was drawn and the spirits invoked, the drummer and the piper began to play. Raven watched as a breeze moved through the clearing stirring embers within the fire to dance upward toward the star speckled night. The salt smell that filtered into the grove spoke of the sea that was not far away.
Raven made her way to the circle and waited for permission to enter. Only good was invoked and to break the circle was to invite evil in.
As she began to move to the music , chanting softly. Her violet eyes watched her fellow dancers. One dancer seemed to draw her attention. His powerful frame could not be disguised by the emerald green robe he wore. The only thing she could not see was his face.
As the dance picked up to follow the increased beat of the drums, Raven lost herself in the moment. Praising the God's and Goddess' for a good year and praying for a good season. The dancers moved.
Every once in awhile a movement would reveal a bared leg, as the beat picked up and the dancers got more into the rhythm. The priestess called for the final invocation and opened the circle, but the dancers still moved.
Raven's hood fell away and her black hair gleamed in the firelight. Tendrils fell out of the bun she had put it in to tease her neck. The heat from the fire and the exertion as she danced made her reach up and unclasp the button at her throat.
A pair of emerald eyes watched her movement from across the fire. Raven felt his stare from across the blaze. His hood had also fallen back and his chestnut curls were damp at his nape. His robe opened into a vee and Raven saw the light spray of his chest hair.
Raven felt drawn to him and found herself dancing toward him, moving her hips suggestively. Letting her robe part to show her long tanned legs. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue came out to wet them as he smiled at her.
As she got close, Raven liked the way he had chosen a robe to match his eyes because that is why she wore her lavender robe.
He held out his hands and she took them as they matched their rhythm to each other. Raven glanced around and noticed others had paired up. The magic of the night and the Beltaine fire was working on everyone.
He bent his head close and told her his name was Riley and he brought up her hand, turning it palm up he kissed the center.
The heat from his lips scorched her palm and Raven drew in a gasp. If a simple kiss like that burned her, she would be a pile of ash by dawn.
He pulled her in close and she could smell the sandalwood soap he had bathed in. They swayed to the drums, their bodies brushing together. He gathered one of the tendrils of her hair and let it run through his fingers, then reaching up took the pins from her hair.
As her midnight locks fell down her back, his eyes lit up. The ends stopped at just above her knees, ringlets separated to fall into soft waves.
His hand did not stop at taking her hair down it moved down her neck to her breast where he undid another clasp. She felt the breeze blow on her exposed flesh and instead of cooling it , she felt hotter.
Raven felt she should return the favor and reached up to undo one of the clasps on his robe. Her fingers lightly brushed against the wiry softness of his chest hair.
She reached down and took his hand the led him away from the fire toward the grove of trees that surrounded the clearing. As they went she reached down and grabbed the bag she had left at the tree line.
Raven had learned to always be prepared for festival fires, especially the Beltaine fire. She had scoped out the area when she had arrived, wanting to find the perfect spot for after circle activities.
Raven had found a spot close to the water, and it was surrounded by big rocks with a small clearing in the center. As they had walked she had unbuttoned the last clasps on her robe.
When they got into the clearing, she pulled out a blanket out of her bag. And she walked to the center of the clearing . She spread the blanket out and stood up, then let her robe fell to the ground.
The moon was full and cast enough light for him to see all she offered. She stood about 5'6" and her breast were a 36c cup with dusty pink areola and darker pink nipples. His eyes traveled down to take in her small waist that then flared to her hips. In her navel a pearl caught the moon's glow. Her legs were long and slender, as she bent to get a bottle of wine out of her bag, he was gifted with the site of her perfectly rounded bottom.
As she stood and turned toward him, Raven knew she had aroused him because of the tent blossoming from his robe and the gleam in his eyes. She wanted to see him bathed in moonlight and she told him this as she sat down on the blanket.
He turned with his back to her and undid his robe. He let it fall slowly revealing his strong muscular back that tapered into a nice waist. She licked her lips as his perfect ass made its appearance. It was one of those ass's that begged to be squeezed and caressed.
Raven lay back resting on her elbows as he turned and she saw that the hair on his chest spread across both pecs then tapered down his belly to his groin, where jutting out proudly stood his erection. He looked to be about 9-91/2 inches long and just the right size width ,big enough to enjoy but not to choke on. Raven knew she would enjoy sucking his cock.
He knelt on the blanket and Raven remembered the wine she held. She slowly drew out the cork, when it came free, she tilted the bottle back and took a drink letting some of the wine dribble down her chin, to slowly drip toward her upturned nipples.
She passed the bottle to him and he drank, his eyes following the trail the wine made down her chest. He passed it back saying he preferred to drink his wine from her body. She smiled a taking another drink , let more drip down her chest.
She leaned back offering him a drink, he leaned toward her kissing her lips, licking the wine from them. The feel of his tongue licking her lower lip, made Raven melt. She slowly stuck her tongue out to meet his.
Their tongues picked up the dance that they had recently left. Parring and thrusting in each others mouth. Raven drew his tongue in to lightly suck on it, giving him a taste of what she would do to his cock. He returned the sucking action to her tongue and Raven felt her pussy contract and her clit hardened.
As they continued to kiss, their hands weren't idle. Each seemed not to be able to get enough of the other. He broke the kiss to trail baby kisses down her neck, sucking after the trail the wine had made. Light flicking motions of his tongue as he lapped at her skin seemed to ignite sparks within her body.
He had reached one of her hardened nipples and he slowly circled around the nipple, kissing and licking . Raven wanted him to take it into his mouth. She lay back to give him full access but he skirted around it moving across to the other breast. Here he did the same until Raven was panting for need to feel that mouth surrounding her nipples.
He looked up at her, smiled seductively and answered her whimpered request. Slowly he flicked the left nipple and an eruption of lava swept through Raven's blood. He drew the tip into his mouth and sucked on it lightly as his tongue continued to flick it. He sucked more of her tit into his mouth, gradually sucking harder. Raven's hands had found their way to his hair and she pushed him against her, silently pleading for more.
As he pulled away she moaned but he was just beginning as he took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down. Raven felt her first orgasm coursing through her body and when he broke the bite and gave the other tit the same treatment, she lay her head back and just let the sensations flood her.
While his mouth worshiped her breast, his hand traveled to the apex of her thighs to find her pretty pussy. Raven spread her legs and his thumb found her pebble hard clit and slowly he rubbed it. And as he bit on her tit, he flicked her clit. Raven moaned and arched her back as she came. His finger found her hole and she rode her climax, he entered her with sure hands, stroking her as he sucked on her tits.
Soon he had two fingers fucking her. Tickling her, just as she crested on her first orgasm. He found her G-spot and tapping a finger against it, set off another wave. By this time Raven was whimpering and bucking her hips, she needed more.
As if sensing her need , he withdrew his fingers. Raven felt bereft and empty but his head was moving down. And as he moved between her legs, Raven opened wider to allow him full access. He spread the lips of her pussy, allowing him a perfect view of her rock hard clit, that looked like a dark pink pearl resting in a lighter pink shell. He told her she had a beautiful pussy and then lowered his head to taste her.
He drew her clit into his mouth, gently teasing it with his tongue. Raven felt little sparks shoot through her body. She raised her hips to his mouth, he sucked on her clit but then his tongue would flick hit hard and he would lick down toward her hole, then back up . As he sucked on her clit , his chin rested on her hole and he would move his chin against it.
Her orgasms were building quicker now and another one was growing. He took her legs and raised them above his head so that her pussy hole was at the right level and began to tongue fuck her. He would withdraw and suck on her hole then lick her clit, take it in his mouth, then lick back down to her hole sucking her sweet cum.
Raven's head was thrown back as her strongest orgasm shook through her. Her body was jerking as if someone had attached strings to her nerves and was pulling them. Little lights were erupting behind her eyelids. She felt plugged in. She felt like she was going to overload on the electric feeling.
He broke contact when he felt her body go stiff then relax. He reached up to her chest to check her breathing. Once he felt her breathing steady, he began to finger her tight pussy. As he entered her, he felt the small contractions as her orgasm rippled through her. She was so wet.
He gently stroked her then he bent to take her clit into his mouth again. As he stroked her with two fingers his pinky teased her asshole, slowly working into it. She moaned as he entered her ass fully with his finger, then her body started to convulse as another orgasm rippled through her.
Raven's mind was mush. She couldn't think, only feel the extreme pleasure his mouth and hands were giving her, but she felt the need to take him in her mouth. She wanted to give him the same pleasure, the same rapture.
When he broke contact with her clit, she moved to let him know she was ready to do something else. She felt so empty as he removed his fingers from her ass and pussy.
She slowly sat up, still feeling a little dizzy and kissed him deeply. The taste of her own juices turned her on, because it had felt so good.
Raven pushed him back as they continued to kiss. He lay prone now. Open to whatever she wanted to do to him. She broke the kiss to rain butterfly kisses down his neck stopping briefly to suck at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. This was one of her favorite places on a man.
After leaving a small love bite, she moved down to his chest, feeling his chest hair tickle her chin. She found one nipple and flicked it with her tongue. The pebble hard nubbin seemed to jump at her tongue. Raven loved the feel of his nipple on her tongue. She licked slow circles around it causing it to stand harder, then she raked her teeth over it gently.
His inhaled breathe told her he liked what she was doing. She nibbled on his tit a little more then moved to the other one. She didn't want it to get lonely. As she played and teased his nipples, his fingers were fanning through her hair.
Raven felt his erection against her chest and rubbed her breast against it. She began kissing down his chest stopping to nip and nibble around his navel. Moving lower still following the trail of dark hair to where his cock stood proudly.
Raven grabbed hold of it to feel the iron shrouded in soft flesh. She rubbed the head, then lowered her lips to it. Her tongue reached out to taste it. She licked it slowly, taking her time. Enjoying the feel of him on her tongue, his salty-spicy taste. Her fingers wandered down to gently knead his balls as she took the head into her mouth.
Raven swirled her tongue around the head then , teasing his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. All the while working her mouth around the head. Taking more of his cock in as her tongue continued to flick and swirl over the head and around.
Halfway down she came back up to the head only to go back down, taking him deeper into her mouth. Sucking on his cock and when she came back to the head , she sucked a little harder , shaking her head like a dog with it's favorite bone.
Her temp increased as she felt his hands buried deep in her hair guiding her head as he thrust up into her mouth. He was groaning deep in his throat as she sucked harder. Taking him all the way down. He tongue slipping out at the base to lick his balls. She licked up his cock and then just licked and nibbled her way back down to his balls.
She had been kneading them while sucking them and they had grown harder and tighter as she gave his cock her adoration. Now she wanted to savor the feel of his balls in her mouth.
He widened his legs to give her an unobstructed view of his package. She took first one nut in her mouth, rolling it around in her mouth, sucking softly on it. Then sucking in the other nut . Sucking on them, rolling them against each other. Then releasing them she licked further, teasing his taint- between his ass hole and his balls, flicking her tongue over the area. This was the spot where you got the real smell of a man.
He growled deep in his throat, then told her, he wanted to feel her hot pussy around his cock. He needed her pussy around his cock.
Raven made one more round on his cock. And as she lifted her head, the suction made a loud popping sound.
Sliding up to kiss him, Raven straddled him, the tip of his cock teasing her wet entrance. Guiding him in with her hand, she felt him glide into her moist warmth.
The feeling of him filling her felt so good and when she had taken him all the way in , she moved just slightly letting her pussy become accustom to the feel of him.
When she could wait no longer she rose to the point of him almost coming out, then rocked back down. Raven slowly started to ride his engorged member, squeezing her muscles as she withdrew, then advanced back down.
Raven felt his hands grab hold of her tits and he squeezed them in time with her pussy contractions. She threw back her head and rode him harder. Soon he lifted her up and off his cock. He flipped her over onto her back and taking her by the ankles, he slipped back in. Where riding him she had felt impaled, now he ground into her spreading her legs in a vee, reaching deeper spots.
She could feel his cock, expanding as it brushed back into her. He then put her ankles on his shoulders and bent forward to kiss her. He slowed his rhythm, just letting the feel of their bodies joined bring on an intense pleasure. Long, steady strokes with an occasional twist to ake her look at him with her darkened violet eyes. Then he would pull out and then enter roughly.
Raven loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out. The pleasure was so intense. She felt another orgasm building and when he reached down and thumbed her clit she came hard. Her pussy walls milking him and he continued to ride her. She was whimpering and moaning and he would play with her clit, making her buck up against him. Then he would lean forward and take one of her nipples in his teeth and bite just a little.
By now Raven was riding one intense orgasm after another. But she wanted more. She told him she wanted him from behind. He withdrew and Raven's pussy mourned his removal. Flipping over on her knees, he quickly re-entered her.
Raven reached under her body to play with her slit and his balls as he fucked her. He withdrew and fingered her covering his fingers with her juices, then re-entered her. He used her cum to lubricate her ass and while he pumped her pussy, he fingered her asshole.
He had his hands spayed out with both thumbs spreading her ass entering her. Raven loved to be filled with cock, fingers and toys. She told him that there was some oil and a small dildo in her bag.
He chuckled and said she came prepared, in answer she squeezed on his cock with her pussy muscles. He had the toy out and oiled up quickly and without stopping she felt the toy enter her ass.
As he pushed the toy in he withdrew almost completely out then he rammed into her. Raven felt her next orgasm rip through her as the sensation became so intense. He was moving both his cock and the toy quickly now. As her orgasm caused her pussy to contrast against him, she felt knew he was getting closer.
Raven felt his cock going deeper and deeper. Closer and closer to the sweet spot where Heaven awaited. His strokes were becoming faster and he would almost totally withdraw then buck back into her. The toy was forgotten as he grabbed her by the hips grinding faster and faster.
Raven felt it then, the head of his cock entered her cervix. The feeling of being opened so deep within was electric. Raven heard a roaring in her ears and she was screaming "Yes" at the top of her lungs, then as the most intense of her orgasms shot through her, it became just a guttural growl.
He was fucking her hard now and growling himself as he let himself go. Raven felt him come inside her, the head of his dick feeling like it was double what it had started out as. He continued to pump into her as his orgasm and her own continued.
Raven felt as if her whole body were made of jell-O, both of their breathing was slowly coming back to normal. He was still within her, moving back and forth just a little. They were both coated with a fine sheen of perspiration. Slowly the world was coming back into focus.
He kissed her sweetly as he withdrew from her body. Rolling onto his side, she reached up and caressed the side of his face. The sound of water lapping at the rocks beyond made Raven move.
She sat up and taking a drink of wine, she tried to get the world to stop spinning. Little sparks fired behind her closed eyes. She handed him the bottle then slowly she got to her feet, then stood while he drank.
Raven held out her hand to him and he stood and took it. She guided him from their lover's circle to the water and they swam.
In the clearing they could see the glow of the Beltaine fire as they frolicked in the water. The drums had fallen silent. | Beltaine Fire | [
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I waited as the secretary announced my name into her intercom. I was mildly surprised when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "Mr. Foster will see you now, Mr. Kite. Please take the elevator to the fourth floor and then go through the door on the left."
I knew that George Foster was the manager of this Eastern Security franchise, a firm specializing in gathering information, for a fee. I knew from my internet research that the company had over fifty offices throughout eastern United States.
The elevator door opened immediately. Soon I was knocking lightly on a heavy wooden door. Then I turned the knob and entered.
"Mr. Kite!" exclaimed the well-dressed man behind the desk. He quickly rose and came around to greet me. He offered his hand and I felt the strength of his grip as we shook.
"Please have a seat and tell me what Eastern can do for you today," he continued.
I sat in the plush leather chair and formed my words carefully.
"I'm interested in hiring your company to, ah, verify a few things for me, Mr. Foster. To be honest, I thought I'd be doing business with someone a little lower in the corporate food chain. I see from the name on the door that you're a company vice president and manager of this branch.
"I still like to personally handle as many clients as I can, Mr. Kite. It keeps me aware of our services as well as how I might improve our procedures," he replied easily. "Our company prides itself on discreet, professional service. I intend to see this branch maintains the highest standards."
"That's very reassuring," I admitted. "My situation may seem a bit trite to a man in your position, I'm afraid. I want to hire your company to determine if my wife, Monica, is having an affair."
"That's one of the services we provide, Mr. Kite. It certainly doesn't seem trivial to us," stated Foster. "May I ask if you have already determined your wife is unfaithful, if it's a suspicion of yours, or if you are simply worried about her with no solid cause?"
"I guess you do get these problems a lot. I can't prove anything and I may be totally wrong, but Monica seems to be acting differently of late. She's busier and staying later at work and she has to travel more. Even when she's home, she has to go in to work on weekends. She even went to her office for an hour on July Fourth!" I blurted. "I just want to find out what, if anything, is going on. It could be nothing more than an effort to get ahead at work. I need to know for certain."
"I understand your concern," Foster assured me. "We do these things all the time. Sometimes the wife is cheating, but usually the husband has made some erroneous conclusions. Let's hope that's how this situation plays out. I'll need to meet you at your home when your wife isn't there and place some concealed devices to monitor her actions. What would be a good time for you, Mr. Kite?"
"Wow! You're going to come to my place and do your spy thing yourself, Mr. Foster?" I asked in amazement. "Don't you have techs or something you send for that stuff? I wouldn't expect a man in your position to do the handsn work."
"That's exactly why we are so successful," smiled the man behind the desk. "As I stated, I like to personally handle a few cases. If one of our employees tries to tell me something can't be done, or won't work, I'll know if they're right, or if they're giving me a snow job."
"That makes a lot of sense," I agreed. "I read on your web page that I would get a written report and for a fee, I could get a report on DVD as well. I want to select that option. If there's any cheating, I want to be able to throw it in her face. It would also be more damning in a divorce action, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, provided there's any wrong doing on the part of your wife, Mr. Kite. I caution you against you jumping to conclusions. Let us do what you are paying us to do, please. That's why you came to us, isn't it?" asked Foster.
"Yes, of course. I didn't mean to get ahead of your investigation," I apologized. "It's just that the very thought of Monica having a lover makes me angry and tense. I have to find out the truth before I do, or say, something I'll later regret."
"We'll get right on this case and you'll know the truth shortly, don't worry," promised Foster. "I'll need you to answer a few questions and to sign a few forms giving us permission to place your home under surveillance and to have access to your personal records, such as phone and credit cards."
I spent the next half hour responding to an entire list of questions posed by Foster. I studied him as he wrote my responses down. He was a big man, tanned, and athletic looking. He seemed self-assured and very competent. He seemed to really know his business.
"I'd like to place this on my Visa," I told him when asked about payment.
"We take credit cards, of course, Mr. Kite. The thing you need to consider is whether your wife will see the charge and know you have hired a service to investigate her. Does she have access to the statement for this card?" he queried.
"Technically, she does, but Monica never pays the bills and seldom looks at the statements. This won't be a problem," I replied. "She'll never know about your service until I lower the boom on her! That is, if she's fooling around on me, of course."
After doing all the paper work, we agreed to meet at my house at noon on Friday. Monica had already informed me that she'd be working late that day. At least she called it working. I left Eastern Security feeling like I had accomplished my objective. Foster promised to have a full report, including a DVD, within three weeks. That would fit in perfectly with my plans for Monica.
I had been having some difficulty keeping my suspicions from Monica. That only thing that had made it even remotely possible was that she had been paying very little attention to me for the past few months. I could have grown a frog on my ass and cut my cock off and she would have never noticed. Now I had a timeframe to work with and I felt I would be able to hang on that long, although with some effort.
That evening Monica was home in time to make dinner, which was unusual. She seemed annoyed when I asked her about it.
"Don't make such a big deal out of it," she warned. "You do everything you can to get advanced at work. There's no reason for you to resent my success, Bill. My work is as important to me as yours is to you."
"I haven't any problem with that, Monica. It's just that you haven't been around much lately," I replied. "I seldom work weekends and never holidays. Time is more important than money, especially when you have enough money. We'll never have enough time."
"Well thanks for spouting your asinine platitudes," snapped Monica. "I bet that's one that fucking Confucius never even considered!"
I realized that my words of infinite wisdom were falling on deaf ears, so I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and went into the living room to watch the news.
It was the very next day at work that I was called into the company president's office. I was in the middle of the corporate ladder in an advertising agency. I was pretty good at what I did, which pretty much was to dream up bullshit that made products look and sound better than they were.
"We've been watching your work, Kite," boomed the company president and CEO, even as I wondered to myself why the fuck he couldn't address me by my first name. "You've shown yourself to be innovative and independent, yet a team player."
I realized this guy had been in advertising longer than I had. Talk about dishing the shit without saying anything! He was really good at it! That was what I had to look forward to attaining?
"You're being promoted to a vice president position, Kite. Congratulations! You'll be in charge of several of our most lucrative accounts," he continued. "You'll have your own office with a dozen people working under you. I'm making the announcement this afternoon."
I politely thanked the tub of lard for bestowing such an honor on my most unworthy self and left the office with a smile. Things were finally falling into place for me. Too bad Monica had to stray. After twenty-four years of marriage and two kids, she deserved to share in my achievement and the financial rewards that came with it.
True to his promise, the boss announced my promotion and people started kissing my ass by the time I got back from lunch. I shook hands and smiled as men deferred to me. The ladies suddenly found me attractive. How many times had I sucked up to some guy I thought was an asshole after hearing he'd been promoted? Now I was the asshole! It felt great!
Friday found me showing Foster around my home. He placed tiny devices in various areas of the house. He was efficient, yet careful. By 3:00 he was packing his tools away.
"I've just received a nice promotion and I have to be at corporate headquarters in New Jersey next Monday and Tuesday," I explained. "It seems like that would be a likely time for Monica to scratch her itch, if you get my drift."
"Well, if she does any scratching, we'll have it all recorded," grinned Foster.
"Your company has a very good reputation, Mr. Foster," I continued. "You can guarantee as a professional employee of Eastern Security that you'll catch any infidelity by my wife in this house, can't you?"
"I absolutely guarantee that, Mr. Kite. I'm very good at what I do. If your wife strays in your home, we'll have the proof for you. Rest assured of that!" he promised.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," I admitted. "Now we'll see if the mouse takes the bait."
"I was named a vice president today at work," I revealed to Monica that evening. "It means a big pay raise. We'll be able to take some nice vacations and buy some things for the house."
"I knew they'd see your talents, Bill," cooed Monica. "I think we should have a party on Saturday, the fifteenth. We'll celebrate our twenty-fifth anniversary and your promotion at the same time! How's that sound?"
"Monica! I'm touched. What a great idea. We'll have your family and a bunch of my relatives over. The kids can come home from school. It'll be an event people will remember for a long time to come!" I proclaimed.
"Don't get too carried away, Bill. It isn't exactly the second coming," grinned Monica, "but it'll be a good time."
Every now and then Monica reverted to the woman I married those many years ago. Those times were fewer and farther between, however. I was mulling my situation over as I drove east on I 80, toward headquarters that Monday. Would Monica betray me while I was away? In my home? My bed? Was she that self-centered and foolish? Did she think I was that dumb? I had the questions and realized I would have the answers in a couple days.
It was three days before our party and Foster was back in my house, removing all his electronic devices. I accompanied him as he went from room to room.
"Are you sure Monica never had any male visitors, made any unusual phone calls, or did anything that could be even slightly construed as cheating?" I asked for the third time.
"Believe me, Mr. Kite," laughed Foster. "Your wife makes Mother Theresa look like an unsavory character. She isn't having an affair!"
"When will I get the report and the DVD?" I asked.
"You still want a DVD, even if there's nothing even remotely inappropriate to show?" questioned Foster.
"I paid for the damn thing and I want it. I'll find some use for the damn thing. Years from now I'll watch it and laugh my ass off," I responded.
"Okay, it's your money. Everything will be ready for you to pick up tomorrow afternoon," shrugged Foster.
Long after Foster left the house, I sat in my home office and considered my situation. He had stated that Monica wasn't unfaithful and didn't have any lovers, or even friends, at the house why I was away. What would Monica do if she found out about the surveillance? It seemed likely she would be furious and use it as an opportunity to punish and humiliate me. I had to be prepared to foil her efforts. I couldn't help thinking that I was engaged in what seemed more like a struggle to the death than a marriage.
People started showing up for our party by eleven AM. By one o'clock, we had just about every relative and friend within fifty miles enjoying clams, barbecued chicken, lobster, and steak. We had gone all out for the occasion. Everyone was having a wonderful time. That was when Monica decided to be melodramatic.
"Could I have everyone's attention?" she shouted above the din. Every eye turned to her. "It has come to my attention that my loving husband recently hired an agency to monitor my actions in order to determine if I was having an affair!"
Aside from several gasps, there wasn't a word spoken by the assembled crowd.
"I happened to open the mail yesterday and found a large charge to our Visa card from a surveillance company. I made a few phone calls and found out that Bill had hired them to determine if I was unfaithful to him," hissed Monica. I could feel her venom.
"I was told that Bill was even supplied with a DVD documenting my actions. You can imagine how shocked and disappointed I was, and still am, when I learned of Bill's lack of trust, and of this invasion of my privacy," lamented Monica.
I knew she'd want to humiliate me, but she was better than I could have imagined. I just silently stood my ground and bore the brunt of her verbal attack.
"So, Bill, my devoted, loving husband, where's the disc? I think everyone here should see the results of your spying and judge for themselves just who wronged whom. We'll play it on this goddamn big screen TV you insisted on buying. Everyone is right here and ready to watch it!" she snarled.
"Dear, I don't think it would be a good idea to air our dirty laundry in public," I stated soothingly. "Why don't we watch it in a more private setting? This is a party."
"You're trying to blow smoke up my ass and get away with practically accusing me of being a slut! I demand that you show everyone here what you have learned about my fidelity, you damn weasel! I haven't seen this production yet and I can't wait!" shrieked Monica.
I shrugged and reached into my breast pocket and removed a DVD and held it up for everyone to see. Then I walked to the player and slid it in. I walked to the back of the room with the remote and pointed it at the machine.
It took a few seconds for the picture to appear. Monica and Foster were sitting in our living room.
"You mean he hired you to find out if I was having an affair?" laughed Monica. "What are the odds of that happening?"
"What are the odds that the jack-ass would put the charge on your Visa? You have wonderful opportunity to "accidentally" discover he's spying on you. You'll have his balls in a vise!" Foster replied.
"In that case, I'll crush them like a couple of walnuts," chuckled Monica.
"I'm a trained professional!" Foster pretended to pout. "The dumb bastard wanted the best, so he came to me. That's why his company uses us to some discreet background checks on employees being promoted to sensitive positions. We really delve into personal accounts and backgrounds deeper than your more law-fearing firms. That's how I met you that fateful day, remember?"
"I'll never forget it, and how determined you were to seduce me," grinned Monica. "Was I worth the effort?"
I noticed Monica begin to shrink back as the events unfolded on the big screen, in living color, and with surround sound.
"You sure were, now get over here, Slut!" insisted Foster.
The screen was suddenly filled with Monica's face. She was smiling... around a nice sized cock! Her lips and tongue worked feverishly and were soon rewarded with a few twitches from the cock. White goo leaked down her chin. The audience was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
The picture changed to show Monica on her hands and knees and Foster pounding her pussy from behind. Both their faces were readily recognizable. Monica had a blissful smile on her face as Foster reached in and pinched one of her nipples.
Suddenly, Monica found her voice and jerked everyone back to the present.
"You miserable bastard!" she screamed at me. "You set me up! Turn that goddamn thing off now. Everyone get the hell out. Now!"
Spittle was flying from Monica's mouth as she yelled. Her face was purple and the veins in her face looked like they would pop. Her mother and father rushed to her as she began to collapse. They half carried her and half led her from the room. Within a couple minutes, my two kids and my parents were the only people left in the room with me.
"What are you going to do, Dad?" asked my daughter. "It's a hell of a mess."
"You just saw what your mother has been doing, Rachel," I replied sadly. "Her words today seem even more despicable than her actions of late. She wanted to torment me, to make me suffer for suspecting the truth. She's had no love for me for a rather long time. I think you know that. I'm finished with her and moving on with my life, Sweetheart. You may be able to talk her into getting some help. I don't think her words and actions are consistent with the Monica I married, but it's no longer my problem. I'm sorry."
"I've discussed this situation with a very good team of lawyers. A while back, I had hired a detective firm recommended to me by a college buddy. I had them to watch your mother when I first started getting suspicious. I was stunned to find that she was having an affair with an agent of the firm hired by my company to check on me. I was being considered for an important position and they wanted all the dirt on me, so they hired Foster, with Eastern Security."
"I decided that I wanted to ruin his career at that point. I hired him to determine if your mother was cheating, all the time knowing she was, and it was with him. Now I have him on disc, as a representative of his company, giving me a false report, as well as admitting he probably broke the law when he conducted his rather extreme background checks for my employer," I summarized.
"My legal team tells me that my company should have notified me and even had me sign a release allowing the background check. They also tell me that Eastern Security has deep pockets and is in a world of shit for the conduct of their agent. He seduced your mother while doing a clairvoyant check on me, than accepted payment to report on her activities when he was personally involved with her, and then he knowingly lied in his report to me. I have been assured that these companies will want to settle rather than have the truth hit the newspapers. This really shouldn't have been billed as our anniversary party," I grinned. "It's really more like my retirement party!" | Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite | [
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(The time gap between the writing of Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 was rather large. I apologize for any inconsistencies, ret-cons, or mistakes. The following chapter will begin just where the last one left off, but will jump forward several months by the end. Thank you for reading.)
*Charlie*
Charlie sat on a lush velvet chair, Penny on his lap, while more than two dozen women kissed and caressed and pleasured one another. Not a single person in the room had clothes on. Even Ashley had taken a break from her many duties to get a taste of Lanie.
But this was business first, pleasure second.
*Pick any one of them and reach out. You might not be able to pinpoint at first,* he said in Penny's head.
Her eyes narrowed and focused on Zoe, her tiny body straddling Lily, hands fondling her new gigantic breasts. Charlie could hear Zoe think, *They're so beautiful... I wish I knew he could do this before. I wonder if Master can make my tongue a little more sensitive.*
*Of course you can,* Penny thought. *You'll just have to cum in her mouth, right Master?*
*That's right,* he told her. *I want you to try and send her a thought. Can you do that?*
She furrowed her brow, focused harder. Nothing came to her at first, and Charlie could feel the frustration bubbling up. He placed a hand gently on her thigh, let his cock twitch against her ass, and felt her simmer down with a happy sigh. "Thank you, Master," she cooed.
Zoe gasped, almost inaudibly, and involuntarily her own inner voice said, *I should slap Lily's tits for her.* With her left hand still massaging, Zoe's right came down on the other breast with a sharp *smack!* and Lily yelped happily.
"Good girl," Charlie said aloud. He reached up to Penny's chest and started to knead at her breasts gently. Her head tilted back and she sighed again, that soothing happy way of sighing that she had.
"Thank you for teaching me, Master," she moaned. "I hope this is what you want."
"I just want you to know what you're doing so you don't overdo it," he explained. "I've made a lot of mistakes with this thing, and I don't want you to do the same."
"You haven't made any mistakes lately."
"Some. But I'm certainly much better at it now."
A moment later, he stopped playing with Penny, let her come back to the real world, and she noticed just how quiet the room was. Every last one of the sluts was on her knees, facing the velvet chair, faces blank and backs straight. They looked like a grid of mannequins besides the sweat still glistening on their skin and the rise and fall of their chests with their slow, controlled breaths.
"Master..." Penny muttered.
"This is more of an emergency thing," he said, picking her up off his lap and standing up to walk around them. "If I just walked away and stopped focusing, they would all come to in five minutes or so. No harm done. But while they're like this, it's just easier to make small adjustments without going *all the way in*."
Penny walked to her sister, kneeling at one corner, and smiled down at the submissive image of herself. Charlie could sense what she wanted to do.
"Go ahead," he said. Penny slapped Sammy's face lightly, then again much harder when she gave no reaction. Nothing at all.
"They're empty," she said.
"I always thought of it as off-mode," he said, looking at Alex. "This is how I usually got away with cheating. I only fucked Shelby once, but when I did it was right in front of Alex. Otherwise I just made her forget or ignore all the signs. The point is, they'll only register what you tell them to."
"You could have just made her okay with it," Penny said.
"Hindsight's twenty-twenty. I thought I could resist the urge to fuck other girls, but I couldn't. And I don't like to Rewire twice. I'm a little upset I've had to do it to Lanie as much as I have."
Penny nodded and moved on, stepping between the girls until she found shy little Sarah. "Sarah," she said, "what's your kinkiest fantasy?"
In a matterf-fact tone, Sarah said, "To have my ass fucked on a public train by Master."
"Oh that's fun," Penny said.
Charlie walked over to Erica, his research assistant, and placed a hand gently on her hair. "Erica, your sex drive is starting to wane. You still love having sex, but you won't be able to get horny while you're reading or working."
Penny looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong, Master?"
"I need to be able to write without constantly fucking her," he explained. "You try something."
Penny looked around the room, one Mistress standing naked over her charge. Finally her eyes landed on Gina's big gorgeous body. "Gina," she said. "Ashley needs help running the house. Start assisting her every day until you can run the house by yourself. And Ashley, you teach Gina how to do it so you can take care of the business."
Both of the girls nodded, and Charlie felt relieved. He was worried for a moment that she might make a more outlandish command first, knowing how insatiable Penny had been so far. But beyond all that, her head was still practical. He walked over to her, his erect cock brush past half a dozen girls' hair on the way. He kissed the love of his life gently, ran his fingers through her dirty blond hair, and said, "You were right. I think I will enjoy living here."
She kissed his neck, nuzzled there for a moment, and said, "Life is pretty good, isn't it?"
"Why haven't I fucked you?" he asked.
Penny was taken aback. He could feel the turmoil in her mind, uncertain of the answer. Charlie had not expected that. "I don't know," she said. "It just... somehow feels like I shouldn't yet. I think I'm waiting for something."
"What might that be?"
She tried to look brave, but she was afraid to answer. He smiled for her, let himself push at her mind ever so slightly to take the edge off. "I'm not sure yet," Penny said. "But it's coming."
Charlie kissed her forehead and felt her hand wrap around his cock. *But I can do anything else,* she thought to him.
"There's one more thing before we finish up," he said. "Rewiring."
Penny looked out to the field of naked women. "Do I get to pick?"
He shook his head, a little perturbed by her eagerness. "Not any of them. No more double dipping. Besides, if you want the full lesson, you'll need someone fresh."
"Who, Master?"
"There's a few girls from Pleasant Valley who haven't arrived yet. But Helen showed up this morning. Would you like to watch me Rewire her?"
Penny's eyes lit up in wonderment. "I wonder if I can."
*Penny*
She could.
Helen bounced at an even pace on Master's cock. Penny remembered her as an extremely studious girl, dead set on becoming the valedictorian of Pleasant Valley High. She had something of a long face bordered by a mess of curly brown hair; altogether she looked pretty in a sexless sort of way. Until she took off her clothes, of course.
Master fucked her on the dining room table, while in the back of his mind he kept the thirty other sluts on their knees in the ballroom, nearly catatonic. In only a few minutes, he was cumming inside of her as she clenched around him in her own orgasm. And then Penny was somewhere else, somewhere dark and light at the same time. Charlie was here too, holding her hands, trying to say something, but she couldn't hear him for a moment. Just when she was too afraid to stay, he pulled her in close and she felt safe again.
"We're here," he said. "This is Helen."
"Oh," Penny said. And he was right.
"Look around," he said. "Then I can get to work."
Somehow it was easier on the inside, like reading a book. Penny could find her memories at a whim, taste her fears and desires without even thinking about it. She found images of waterparks and rainbows, long angry drives in thick traffic, and finally the beautiful vivid sight of Charlie's cock, burned brightly into Helen's memory. From there, Penny found the whole story.
Helen was insecure in high school, just like many many others, Penny found. Searching through her memories like Master taught her, she found the key moments to her dose of Charlie's cum. The rumors of his sexual prowess reached her, and she began to wonder if she'd missed out on something great while she spent most of her free time studying. Out of curiosity, she went to a party and lost her virginity to a friend of hers, finding herself utterly disappointed. Refusing to believe that was all sex had to offer, Helen approached Charlie very directly.
"I've never had good sex," she had said bluntly. "And I'm told you're very good."
It was more academic at first, Penny realized. But as she took Charlie inside her and began to feel the indescribable ecstasy that so many others had praised, Helen lost control. She practically tore the condom off him to feel more of him, bucked wildly even with her back on his mattress. She clawed at his back and forgot to hold back her screams of, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"
And after begging to feel his cum inside of her, Helen blacked out and woke up a new woman. Although Charlie left for school not long after, his influence remained with her ever since. She masturbated daily, bought toys for all three of her holes, even frequented bars and clubs looking for a man who could do that to her again. To her luck, Penny found, Helen had met many good partners over the years, even some who fucked her just as vigorously. But none of them quite hit the bar that Charlie had set.
"So how do you do it?" Penny asked.
Charlie found a fading memory of himself. He was sitting next to Helen at the library, not interacting with her. Then, in a snap, the memory changed. He was pointing at her worksheet, helping her figure something out. Helen was smiling at him, clearly smitten.
"Just a few alterations to back up the commands I give. If I attach my orders to happy memories, they're easier for her to accept. I could put myself anywhere, even if I wasn't there, but I try not to do that too much."
He changed little details in dozens of memories, and then found the little pieces that made up her inhibitions. Without destroying them entirely, he managed to dampen, diminish, and debilitate them. In place of those, he took the parts of her that made her sex drive and amplified them. Penny stopped him halfway through.
"Master, can I try?"
He looked hesitant, but he stepped back and let her find something. Penny touched a piece of Helen and found hesitance, a part of her that wanted to carefully consider every option before proceeding. It took her some time, but eventually Penny molded it into something else. It was vague at first, and she was not wholly certain she had achieved it. But then she could feel it, as though the desire was her own. Penny took Helen's hesitance and turned it into the intense desire to spread joy.
Charlie wasn't certain what she'd done, but the surface emotion was all he needed. He smiled again, and Penny felt chills. When he finished with his own adjustment, he knelt down and touched the ground, whatever it was. These were the commands, Penny knew. The final touch.
Penny blinked, and she was back at the mansion, hiding around the corner, watching Helen convulse as her throat struggled to swallow every drop of Charlie's cum. Gradually, the sound of her thoughts grew louder. *Cum... cum...* Helen thought. *So... much...*
She was out like a light, and Charlie carried her to the ballroom. "Girls," he said. "This is Helen. She'll be joining us today. Find her a bed and teach her everything she needs to know."
They all awoke from their trance, stood up and crowded around the unconscious Helen. A moment later, they were all upstairs, except for Sammy.
"You've been a good girl, Penny," Charlie said, his hands sliding up Sammy's body. "How would you like me to fuck your sister?"
Penny sat in the velvet chair again, her hands already at her dripping pussy. Sammy was standing at attention, back arched to keep her tits stuck as far out as possible. "Fuck her ass," Penny said. "Pick her up and fuck her ass."
Penny watched the mirror image of herself suspended in the air, leaning back against Charlie's chest, his cock deep in her asshole. Every bounce made her tingle, every unhindered moan and gasp gave her goosebumps. Sammy was so very like her now that Penny thought she could even feel Master's cock in her ass.
Wordlessly, knowing Charlie was distracted, Penny reached out to Helen again, hoping that her work was concrete. Time would tell. But if she'd done what she thought she'd done, Helen was going to recruit plenty of new whores to please Master. She would have to if she truly wanted to spread joy.
*Katie*
*Such a good girl, Penny. Maybe you understand me. Maybe I won't have to get rid of you when I reunite with my Master. You've done so well, clearly you know what's best. Just keep doing what you're doing, and when I arrive I'll make sure to get you a nice comfortable cage. You can even have a pretty pink collar to wear, and I'll let you lick Master's cum out of me every night.*
*Just remember the most important thing. Remember what I told you. Don't fuck him. Not until I say.*
*Alex*
Before she knew it, weeks passed.
Charlie quickly finished his work with Lily, inflating her chest from nothing to a pair of tits that rivaled Lauren's. After that, he gifted Alex with a week of baths, trimming an inch from her height every time. By the end, she was one of the smallest girls in the whole house.
The other girls queued up for their requests, though most of them were not nearly as drastic. Small adjustments to their faces, their curves, their breasts. All Sarah wanted was a little bit more pink in her nipples, all Lauren wanted was naturally red hair to go with her freckles. Zoe's tongue was more sensitive now, and even a teasing french kiss could melt her into a puddle. But the most fun was watching her hips gyrate as she swirled her tongue around the head of Master's cock.
Whatever these girls were afraid of when they came into the house, most of it was gone before Charlie ever started altering them. Only the little things were left.
Alex, for one, was as happy as could be. Whenever Master used her, she felt so small and fragile. The extra daintiness to her form exhilarated her more this way. Mater could break her if he wanted, but he knew just how to treat her. When he rode the line, when he almost crossed it, that was the most erotic feeling in the world to Alex. Because he never went too far. But he could.
Somehow, Natalie talked her into joining her band. Lauren was producing their first couple of recordings, and decided they needed a singer. It wasn't until watching a video Lily made of the way Alex screamed during sex that she realized she might really have the voice for it.
After a few weeks of practice, she had something close to a comfortable tone. "You'll get better with practice," Lauren said. "Amazing with time. For now, you can still lay down some serious vocal tracks."
It was Lauren who came up with the band name *Fifth Manor*, Lauren who mixed and mastered every recording they did together, Lauren who teched their instruments and their effects and their dynamics. She was as imperative to their sound as any of the four of them. Once, while she was tuning Miranda's bass guitar, Alex asked her, "Why don't you play?"
Miranda stopped eating Alex's pussy long enough to turn around and ask, "Yeah, why don't you play? You would be so good."
"I'm happier this way," Lauren said. "Besides, if you ever play any live shows, I know you'll still let me have a groupie or two."
"Or five," Natalie smirked.
All summer long, they wrote and re-wrote and recorded and re-recorded their handful of songs, always putting flesh on the skeletons that Natalie brought in. And as Helen started bringing more and more girls into the house, the five of them realized that their music might really be good.
Kissing Lily and fondling her big gorgeous tits on the way into the shower one morning, they caught Helen and a new girl named Grace singing, "Going down, down, down... father of all misdeeds..."
Alex opened the shower door to the two naked girls, one lithe and curly-haired, the other tall and wide-hipped. "You like our song?"
Grace's hands did not stop groping at Helen's ass. "It's super catchy," she said. "Is it really yours?"
*Fifth Manor* played their first gig in September to an exclusive audience of Charlie and his many whores. While the music played, everyone's clothes remained on. But they jumped, they danced, they shouted the lyrics they already knew from overhearing the loud practices over the summer. No matter how many times Alex rewrote the lyrics, they always seemed to catch on.
In the middle of the first some, Alex was so nervous that she nearly ran off the stage. But she locked eyes with Penny, saw her sitting next to Charlie at the back of the crowd, and something changed. The words she spoke the night Master promised to make her smaller echoed in her memory. *When you're all done, I'm going to break you. Personally.* Just looking at her, Alex felt fire kindle inside her. Her lungs were a caisson for her lyrics, but now her body was fuelling the music itself. She started to own the stage, to look her sluts in the eye as they screamed along with her.
"Down, down, down, closer to what I need!"
By the end of the show, Alex just wanted to start all over again.
*Lauren*
No one was pregnant.
It started to add up one day when Lauren was awash with Charlie's cum, so much of it that it dripped out of her mouth, off her tits, and down to her thighs. An almost forgotten impulse to worry took hold of her, and she started to wipe it away from her vagina. Then she remembered all the times he'd cum inside her, all the times he'd cum inside *every* slut in the house. He showered her in it, bathed Alex in it, grew massive new tits for Lily with it. Some of the girls begged for him to fill their pussies every day. And no babies.
*He can do anything,* she realized. *Except that.*
Something about that made her sad, though she could not say that she wanted a baby herself. But if he and Penny ever wanted one, it seemed out of the question.
Still, it saved a lot of trouble. Lauren never thought she could live a life so full of cum, let alone Charlie's heavenly seed. The summer was like one long practice session for him as he learned to deliver larger and larger shipments. The average man could only ejaculate a few ounces per orgasm. Charlie could unleash *gallons*.
One night, as he fucked her tits slowly and deliberately, Lauren started to crave it more than ever. She begged, "All of it, Master. I want all of your cum. Don't stop until it's all out, *please." But he thrust his cock up to her chin and growled, "It will never stop."
Her body gave in to an orgasm so intense that if she hadn't been lying on his bed, she surely would have fallen down in convulsions.
When she wasn't working with *Fifth Manor*, Lauren was servicing Charlie's cock. Her time with the other girls was limited because of the time consuming processes involving the music, so her feminine contact was limited to the band and whatever interactions Charlie asked of her. Still, on occasion Zoe or Sarah would come knocking on her bedroom door, hoping to steal a few kisses or get a taste of her while she mixed at her desk.
As summer wound on, Lauren found herself more attached to Penny. She was almost constantly with Master, fondling herself as he played with his toys. Her own attentions were rarely set on him, normally giving precedence to any available slut. When Master started asking Lauren into bed more often, citing his desire to keep her from becoming a musical shut-in, Penny became like a girlfriend.
While Master fucked the life out of Sammy or Alex or Lanie or whichever lucky whore he'd invited in, Penny would stroke Lauren's copper red hair and mutter, "You're so beautiful. So talented. So smart." The feelings were mutual, Lauren knew. She admired the power that Penny both used and did not use, though she clearly had so much of it. *She always knows how I'm feeling or what I need,* Lauren thought, staring warmly into Penny's inviting green eyes one night. *She really cares.*
Lauren would do anything for Charlie, she knew. But now, she thought, she might do just about anything for Penny too.
So when Penny asked her to retouch the *Fifth Manor* lyrics a bit, Lauren did not even bother to ask why.
*Lanie*
Helen was not how Lanie remembered her. She could hardly believe it when she showed up at the house, naked and sweating and happy in that just-got-fucked way. The austere study buddy Lanie remembered left no impression on the skinny bitch before her now.
"Face down, ass up," Lanie commanded. Helen raised her rear into the air, rested her head against Lanie's pillow, and wiggled a bit.
"Yes Mistress Lanie," she said.
"High knees, legs spread, mouth open."
"Yes Mistress Lanie."
Helen scooted to the edge of the bed and stood on her knees, thighs far enough apart that her labia opened on its own. Lanie reached down and coated two of her fingers in the slut's thick honey. Reaching up, she gave Helen a taste of herself. "Thank you, Mistress Lanie."
"When are these friends of yours arriving?" Lanie asked her.
"Any minute, Mistress. I hope you like them."
*So do I,* Lanie thought. The house was getting crowded. Helen had a knack for making friends with just about everyone, and sometimes she found a beautiful young woman who wanted to visit the house, see what it was all about, get a taste of Master's cum. Not all of them stayed long enough to fall under his enchantments, but those who did ended up staying. Almost every room in the house was doubled up by the beginning of October.
If Gina hadn't taken up the mantle of running the house, Lanie might have moved in with Ashley. The two grew closer almost every time they spoke, and Lanie found herself craving her touch more often. But Gina needed to stay close in order to learn the ins and outs of it all. The only thing Lanie could do to stay near Ashley was to study business and economics in her free time, just as an excuse to give input, brainstorm, problem-solve with enough efficiency to keep Ash coming to her.
Instead, she roomed with Helen. Not a bad match by any means, the serious teenager she'd once been had become a smile machine. She was as horny as any of the other girls, but not so obnoxious about it as to keep Lanie up all night. Other pairings were not so compatible, some barely able to resist each other enough to get a full night's rest. Shelby had new dark rings under her eyes after Erica moved in with her.
There was talk of expanding the house to make room for new girls as they came in. Stopping the influx was simply out of the question. With money already rolling in from some of Ashley's strategic investments, the obstacle of funding ceased to bar anything. If things like *Fifth Manor* or Charlie's impending publishing house took off, then everyone would truly be set for life. Building new rooms would be the least of their worries.
Until then, Lanie practiced her dominating skills on Helen. It was difficult at first, trying to slip into the skin of someone with power when she herself was powerless before Charlie. At first, she could not help but remember how brainless and automatic she became the night Charlie re-entered her life. That was the real her as far as she could tell. But when Helen started to obey with more immediacy, Lanie started to think she might actually be good at it.
Before long, she was as commanding as Mistress Penny. The sluts were happy to fear her, and more than once a girl might misbehave "accidentally" in the presence of Lanie. It was just a quick walk to the dungeon, and she could do what she pleased with a bottomless pit of toys and accessories.
"Swing your hips," Lanie commanded, and Helen obeyed. Then, the intercom. "Helen, your guests have arrived," said the compressed voice of Gina.
"If those goes well," Lanie said. "We might be out of rooms."
*Penny*
A dozen sorority girls — Penny did not know their names yet, and did not care yet either — laid on their backs, heads dangling upside down. Lanie and Lauren and Alex all walked back and forth between then, slipping their strap ons into any available throat and thrusting at whatever speed they desired. Some of the college girls gagged, others moaned, one of them was totally silent no matter how hard anyone fucked her throat.
Half the girls in the house were sitting around the dungeon, jeering at the wouldbe entrants, cat-calling and degrading them. "Fucking slut, take that cock! Deeper, go deeper, whore!"
On the other side of the table, Zoe and Sarah and Helen took turns tasting their pussies, occasionally at the same time that they were getting throat fucked. Penny loved when they mixed tastes by swirling their tongues together, muttering notes that she couldn't hear. *Little connoisseurs of pussy.*
After what felt like only minutes, but must have been more than an hour, the six judges deliberated. "Best Throat," Lanie announced loudly, bringing a hush to the room. "Stefanie." A pear-shaped Asian girl sat up on the table, her own saliva coating her face, and smiled as the room clapped for her. She hopped to her feet and pranced over to the Mistresses, who held her hands and kissed her cheeks.
"Best Pussy," Zoe said, "Tammy." The blondest one of all hopped up and joined her judges, stealing a genuine kiss from all of them.
Penny let everyone clap and cheer, and then raised her hand to silence the room. *Small powers,* she mused. *I don't even need to control them for that.* "All of you are invited to stay," Penny said. "But you two will get the privilege of meeting with our Master first. The rest may watch while you wait your turn. Thank you Helen, for bringing us such beautiful girls."
Upstairs, Penny placed the two winners on Charlie's bed, posing them to look as sexy as possible for his entrance. When she was sure she had it, Penny graciously thanked the other girls and reminded them there was no obligation to stay. None of them budged. *Helen really is a good judge of character,* she thought. *They're all born sluts.*
When Master entered the room, Penny could see a mix of fear and excitement grow in the sorority's eyes. He was completely naked, hard as any man could be. But they did not know how much he had changed in only a few months.
Charlie did not become a musclebound freak nor did he balloon in size. But the population of his harem had doubled since the beginning of summer, and with it his body morphed ever so slightly into the perfect version of itself. Without growing taller or bigger, he just looked *perfect*. Sarah, in her studies of graphic design, found an ancient Greek diagram that showed mathematical proportions in the male physique. Compared to Charlie, the diagram might have been drawn after his own body.
It was no wonder that these girls were instantly enraptured. And still they did not know what they were in for. Not only did his body chisel itself into scientific perfection, but his stamina became nothing short of infinite. In June, he struggled to stay on his feet after a day of playing with his fuck toys. In July he could pound at them all day without slowing, then collapse into a hot bath and sleep twelve hours. By August, he did not tire even after cumming in every last one of his girls. In September, he stopped sleeping.
And best of all, he loved it. Penny felt his heart swell with pride every day as he looked at the joy he'd brought these scores of women. He was happy to be himself. And as far as Penny was concerned, that was mission accomplished. *And the more girls he has, the happier he'll be,* she knew. *Thank goodness for Helen.*
Wordlessly, Charlie sauntered across the master bedroom and stood in front of the bed, eyeing his two new prizes. Unbidden, both Stefanie and Tammy fell to their elbows, clamoring to take his cock into their mouths. Charlie grabbed them swiftly by the hair, keeping their lips just inches short of making contact. He turned to their sisters. "Who first?" he asked.
*Katie*
"Oh, Penny," Katie said. "She's turning out to be so good for him."
"Why is that?" Emily asked.
"He's becoming less hesitant to take what's his."
She was coming more regularly now, always happy to ensure their privacy and let Katie out of her white clothes. They'd started restraining her wrists years ago because if they didn't her hands would always be between her legs. Emily didn't seem to care. At first, Katie was fervently rubbing herself to climax as quickly as she could. But now that Emily's visits were regular, she started taking her time, slowing down, enjoying it more.
Katie sat up in her bed, playing casually as they spoke. She would not stop until it was time for Emily to leave, and when she was gone she already missed the sensation. But now, at least, she could look forward to doing it again at a regular schedule. That made it more bearable to wait. But when Charlie was active, usually late at night, Katie would squirm and wriggle, trying to rub her legs together in the hopes of getting at least a little friction.
Whenever Emily walked in and let her loose, the images of who and what he'd done the previous night would resurface in her mind. Then she would talk about everything that happened, how it made her feel, what she wished he would do or say. Emily loved to hear it all. *A little more effort and maybe I can get her out of her clothes,* Katie mused.
"Charlie's starting to enjoy his... harem?" Emily asked.
"Very much," Katie answered. "He still has a few hang ups. But there will be more sluts for him in time. And the more sluts he has, the more powerful he'll become. Master will love it."
Emily hummed with satisfaction, one long *hmmmm*. She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, twirled her hair. "You're so lucky to have a Master like him," she said.
Katie heard the lament in her voice and asked, "How have you been?"
Emily leaned forward, fists propping up her head, looking dejected. "I've been seeing this guy lately. Big, strong. Can pick me up like a feather. Living proof that size doesn't matter. I've never been fucked quite this way before."
"So what's wrong?"
"He won't let me swallow his cum," Emily said, pouting.
"Are you sucking his cock?"
Emily nodded and slid out of her chair, crawling over to Katie's bed. Even fully clothed, she looked so perfect on her hands and knees. Katie could already picture Master standing in front of her, pulling her head further and further down by the hair.
Emily leaned in a little, stuck her ass out. Her lips started to shine with saliva as she let her mouth go slack. As she spoke, she started to drool ever so slightly. "I like to do it on all fours so I can stretch my neck a little bit. That makes it tighter. And I get him nice and wet, which is easy because he always makes my mouth water."
*Oh fuck,* Katie thought. *Show me how you do it, please, please!* Her fingers twitched around her nipple as she fought the impulse to reach out and give her a finger to suck on. The urge to reach out and command her, tweak her impulses just a little, was so strong that Katie's head started to hurt. *I can't influence her*, she knew. *Not until she tastes Master.*
"So why..." Katie asked, her breathing getting quicker. "...why won't he cum in your mouth?"
Emily slumped, sitting on her heels. "I don't know. He's not as nice as your Master. What do you think I should do?"
*Fuck him all day, all night, do whatever he says, just get his cum, taste his cum, swallow it all!*
"Ask very nicely," Katie said.
Emily smiled, sat back in her chair, and stared at Katie's sopping wet pussy for a minute. Then her face grew serious, and she looked her in the eyes. "Katie, I was wondering if you would let me run some tests on you."
That soured her mood, but her hand kept working nonetheless. "They already tried that."
"I know, I read your file. They won't admit it, but they really fucked up."
"You're telling me." When Katie first arrived, they tried to run brain scans, take blood samples, send in psychiatrists. But she knew they would just tell her she was crazy. There was only so much they could get from sedating her. The rest she locked away in her own brain. But when she resisted, they tried to make her regret it.
"I want to prove to them that you're okay. I know there's nothing wrong with you, but they won't believe that unless I can get it down on paper. So I just want to know what I can do to make you comfortable with some tests. I would be there for all of them."
"You would?"
"In fact, I would be in charge. If anyone steps out of line, I can shut the whole thing down."
Katie bit her lip, started circling a finger around her clit a little faster. "It's not experiments, right? No shocks or surgeries?"
"Just tests, like a normal doctor's visit. We won't give you pills or anything. What can I do for you Katie?"
*Yes,* she thought. *Oh yes, Master. I found someone. She's going to bring me back to you.*
"Fuck my Master," she said. "Find him and fuck his brains out for me. And make sure to swallow." | Friends, Enemies, and Exes Ch. 07 | [
"cum",
"dominant male",
"harem",
"lesbian",
"mind control",
"orgy",
"powers",
"submission",
"transformation"
] |
Near two in the afternoon, Cloud woke up. During Cloud's nap, Rye read about two hundred pages in the book but he set it down quickly and went over to Cloud.
"How are you feeling?" Rye asked, kneeling down to Cloud once again.
"Sore," Cloud answered with a groan while he sat up. "Not depleted anymore but my muscles are really aching. My back aches horribly." The blanket fell off Cloud's shoulders but he made no effort to conceal his nudity. "What time is it?"
"Almost two-thirty," Rye answered, sitting on the couch next to Cloud. "You should sleep more."
"No," Cloud said being stubborn. "It was hard enough for me to fall asleep just now. I'm not going to try again."
"I don't like seeing you like this."
"I'm fine. I've had worst." Cloud put his paws over his head and stretched his back, causing every muscle to ache more.
"Like what?"
"I once got really ill when I was about thirteen," Cloud answered resting his head back. "I was a breath away from death at the worst of it. I'm a strong otter, don't worry about me."
Rye shuddered. "Thinking about not having you... is just unbearable. Lie down, I can give you a back rub if you'd like."
"You can give massages too? You are just too wonderful." Cloud chuckled and lied down in the same position he just was. Rye stood up, and when Cloud was comfortable on the couch, Rye carefully saddled Cloud's lower back, sitting just above his tail.
Struggling to ignore the fact that Cloud was still without clothes, Rye slowly pressed on Cloud's back and began massaging the white otter's muscles with his paws. Cloud hummed deep in his throat, which almost made it sound like he was purring, in response to Rye's touch.
"I'm curious, whatever happened with the rest of your family?" Rye cautiously asked.
"Hmm," Cloud sighed. "My older sister keeps moving from one bad boyfriend to the next. She thinks she's so intelligent because she got good grades in high school but she makes the stupidest decisions. My oldest brother, well, he still lives with my mom, has no job and has one stupid girlfriend."
"Excellent choices in their mates apparently," Rye muttered, moving his paws down Cloud's back.
"They're actually the only two with a 'significant other' right now," Cloud continued. "My other older brother still pretends to live in high school. He didn't ever graduate and he messes around too much where he's constantly getting in trouble. And for my little sister, she's still attached to my mom like a new born hatchling. My older three siblings aren't the best role models."
"No, not at all," Rye agreed. "What of your dad?"
"I haven't talked to him in years before I left. Last I heard he moved to the mountains somewhere searching for whatever job he can get. My family really brings disgrace to the species. I did what I had to when I cut off my ties with them and went on my own. I'm very grateful for this city though, and allowing me to work for shelter when I arrived rather than stupid and ridiculous legal processes and distrust stand in the way."
"I'm rather grateful that you chose this city," Rye added.
"What of your sister?" Cloud asked, after a moan of pleasure when Rye's paws firmly massaged his lower back.
"I thought I already told you that she's off at college," said Rye with a giggle.
"I know but what is she majoring in? Is she dating anyone?"
"Why? Are you interested in my sister?"
Both of them laughed. Rye moved back to Cloud's shoulders with his paws.
"Well, not many guys can keep up with her obnoxious attitude so she's not dating anyone right now," Rye said. "Although she'll probably flirt with you if you are to meet her anytime soon."
"Great," Cloud replied with sarcasm.
"So be prepared for that," Rye giggled. "And well, she keeps switching her majors so I don't know what she's doing right now. Last I heard, she's majoring in becoming a computer technician. I don't understand it though since she hates computers."
"I really want to meet your family," Cloud said. "Ooh, your paws are magic."
"It can be arranged," Rye answered. "My mom and dad will be visiting my sister when she has Spring Break, and we can take a vacation to her college then."
"When does she have Spring Break?"
"It's two weeks after our initial Break. But her Spring Break is three weeks long." Rye started to firmly press his paws on Cloud near the base of his tail.
"Hey, don't go too far down," Cloud said in response. "Anyway, we should plan on going then. I don't want to keep you away from your family for too long."
"Hmm, you can keep me away from the whole universe for as long as you'd like. But they'll be coming to my graduation so we don't need to take time off from school."
"Alright, alright. I'm fine, let me up," Cloud said shrugging his shoulders and turning to look at Rye, who was still saddled on him, the best he could.
"Nice position you put us in," Rye said with a crooked smile.
"Can I at least put clothes on Rye?"
Rye shook his head.
"So then now what?" Cloud couldn't help himself but smile also while he felt electricity flow through his body. "Remember the nurse's advice."
"I know," Rye feigned a frown. "I'm just playing. Although it really would be a shame if you were to put your clothes back on." Rye stood up and got off Cloud.
"I don't think you need any more temptation anyway," said Cloud while he sat up. "I feel much better though. Thank you."
"Ask of me anything you want and I'll serve you the best I can," Rye answered with an amused tone. Rye sat down next to Cloud, and playfully forced his tail behind Cloud and alongside with Cloud's tail. "So what do you want to do now?" Rye curled his tail back toward him, so it now wrapped around Cloud's waist.
"Since you're so determined to not allow me to get dressed, let's play a game," Cloud snickered. "What were you reading by the way?"
"One of my old books," answered Rye while he chose a game to play. "I used to read a lot before I met you and I could find nothing else better to use my time. But now I don't want to read so much because I have you."
"Sounds like how I am when I pick up a book," Cloud responded, almost stunned. "What game did you choose?"
"Super Smash Brother Brawl," Rye responded. A moment after Rye gave the white otter one of the controllers, the doorbell rang.
Answering the door, after Cloud wrapped himself with the blanket, Rye found Ariel there once again, without Patrick this time.
"I heard what happened," she said allowing herself in. "Are you alright Cloud?"
"I'm fine," Cloud answered, allowing Ariel to set next to him.
Rye shut the door and followed Ariel to the couch. "Why is it every time we start playing a video game, you arrive?"
"Coincidence," Ariel said firmly.
"Where's Patrick?" Rye asked. "And how did you know Cloud got hurt today?"
"There are stallions that are friends with Diane in your class," Ariel answered. "They made jokes and made fun of Cloud during lunch. It angers me so much to see that they still don't respect the both of you."
"It's alright," Cloud said. "Bullying is often the result of jealousy."
Ariel gave a weak smile.
"Where's Patrick?" Rye repeated his question.
"I don't know," Ariel replied. "He just told me to come here and check on Cloud. He said he'd pick me up here."
"What were the things they were saying?" Rye sat on the couch next to Cloud while Ariel took a seat on the recliner. She took the liberty of grabbing an extra Wii remote for herself.
"I don't want to say. It's far too harsh for me to repeat what they said, and it got really personal towards both of you, Cloud mostly."
"I hope one of them gains enough confidence to try to confront Cloud in person," Rye muttered. "If they did, I'd make sure that they wouldn't walk again."
"It'd definitely shut up the rest of them," Ariel responded.
"Will you both stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Cloud said and chuckled softly. "You two think too much about everything. Let's just play the game."
"Okay, okay," Rye agreed. | Autumn Woods - Chapter Ten by WhitePawPrints | [
"Massage",
"Nude",
"Otter",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series"
] |
(F Inflation)
Sally grinned to herself as she returned home from work. Her potions were finally done! Creation of any sort of magic potion took quite some time, because most of the ingredients were not inherently magic... so you needed to slowly saturate them with mana over time. The material shaped the mana, the mana powered the effects, the effects contribute to the final potion result. One potion was only tinged slightly light blue, the other was a much more vibrant pink. The two potions were opposing forces, but Sally theorized they were just what she needed to unwind. She didn't need a boyfriend- no one knew her body better than herself! In one hand she held the pink potion that greatly enhanced orgasms, in the other hand the transparent blue potion of chastity. Normally the blue potion prevented orgasm to allow a person to remain chaste even if their will fails... which seemed rather counter intuitive given the other potion she planned to drink. Sally did her best to keep the potency of the two equal- what she planned would happen is a forced edging effect. The chastity potion would keep her from going over, while the orgasm potion helped build her up and keep her at the edge. They were both higher concentration than the recommended ammounts, but she figued the blue potion would keep her from absolutely exploding, and the pink potion would prevent the blue from completely preventing orgasm.
Between her eagerness to test these together, and the fact her clothes were already sweaty and needed cleaning- she did not even bother to undress before gulping down the entire potions and plopping down on her soft carpet between couch and living room table. Her job was not physically hard, but she had to do it out in the beating sun all day, so it was draining, and always left her sweaty. She slid one hand up her shirt to grab her sweat slick tits, and the other immediately went to her pussy which was already heating up from the potion's effects. Her pussy was bare under her clothing- with how hot her job got she kept herself clean shaven just so there was less hair to overheat her. The men she worked with had to keep at least their faces clean shaven too, to avoid catching live embers in their facial hair... which would get real bad, real quick. Sally smirked as she imagined her male coworkers in sexually compromising positions. She did not particularly think of any of them as attractive, but that was partially why she was aroused at the thought of them being rendered helpless under, oh say, a spike heeled leather boot she may or may not own. As Sally pawed at her searing hot pussy, it started to drool with arousal- a clear effect of the potion. Because it coats the insides, female lube is less noticible than male because it has much more area to cover before getting to open air, so it usually takes a lot to start literally dripping. She usually only used two fingers, but now she tried all of them- not so much to stretch herself wider but to try to get any of those fingers deeper. Her clit throbbed against her palm as her hand hooked around and into her, trying to dig deeper. Her pussy was as hot as the beating sun at work! Her other hand squeezed her ample breasts hard, digging into that flesh aggressively too. Her body bucked a bit from what felt like hitting the edge of orgasm but it only lasted a second, sending echoes of pleasure trembling through her entire body before returning to just before. She angled her hand and body to be more up and down and sat on her wrist, forcing as much of her hand into her as possible, sinking down to her on wrist so her entire hand was inside of her hot, wet snatch. The crotch of her pants and her panties within were utterly soaked at this point, but the outfit was filthy to begin with so she did not care.
Her entire hip area felt like it was pulsing every full second- the muscles started to tense from approaching orgasm but then revert as the two potions played tug of war with one another. She started to work herself over faster, bouncing on her hand so her clit landed in the crook of her wrist, slamming them together. Her breasts were bright pink under her top from her aggressive kneading. She started to moan in desperation as sharp pleasure jolts started to fire through her off-rhythm from the muscle pulses as her body tried to release. She bucked her hips now, grinding her clit on her lower arm and wrist as well with every downward slam. Finally her entire body went rigid with pleasure and her muscles all clenched automatically, but she never orgasmed. The pleasure was certainly there, she made it there, but there was no big release. When her body started to relax again, Sally caught her breath. She pulled her pants and panties right down to look at herself a moment. It was an orgasm with no release. Her pussy was still hot and drooling. It looked severely sensative now, and bloated. Her lips had become fatter than she had ever seen them and blushed bright pink. She figured the orgasm potion would somewhat negate the chastity potion, but it seems both were still holding their individual effects in spite of the other. Well, she couldn't continue here or the carpet would get drenched so Sally went to the bathroom and finally kicked off her sodden clothes. She started a cool bath and resumed pawing at her needy crotch while she waited for the tub to fill. Her swollen pussy felt like extremely soft rubber. She could flick the fat lips and they bounced back into place. The flesh of a pussy was always like that, but normally it wasn't bloated up enough to really notice. Sally's clit was actually a bit harder to hit now, because it was sunken in deeper thanks to everything around it being more inflated. She intended to cool herself down and call this experiment a bit of a bust, since she couldn't completely finish herself off, but standing here touching herself felt so good, she decided to give it one more go. She grabbed the shower head and stuffed the rounded head into her pussy. In its swollen state it certainly did not look like it would fit, but the flesh was pillowy and plush so it stretched aside easily to allow the shower head in. Because she was already rubbed sensitive, she was able to build up to orgasm much faster- being penetrated helped too. She was so into it as she sat on the edge of the tub, she not only completely forgot the filling bath but did not notice the cool water rushing around her as it overfilled and started to cover the floor. She trembled violently as she reached another orgasm, and almost fell backward into the water! Her pussy throbbed and clenched extremely tight! Several seconds passed as her hips continued to buck and the throbbing only got stronger. As good as it felt Sally got worried when it wasn't showing any signs of stopping. She realised she still wasn't getting any release, but because the shower head was still inside of her, she wasn't coming back down from the edge either! She quickly grabbed at the hose leading to it and went to pull it out and yanked herself off the edge of the tub onto the wet floor! She looked down in her desperate pleasure addled haze and seen her pussy pressing out WAY farther than it should! Her labia were inflated like water balloons to the point where the shower head no longer fit to get it back out! Her lower gut even stuck out a little bit, and her thighs looked bigger too? That wasn't right. It didn't matter how aroused she was, her legs shouldn't change, ever. Growling in effort she grabbed the hose with both hands, bent her hips forward with what little muscle control she still had in her lower body and yanked as hard as she could. The slope of the shower head was gradual, so it should still come out. It took some effort but she managed to finally yank it free. Moments later she finally noticed the pool of cool water she was sitting in and turned around to turn off the faucet.
Sally looked down at herself and her pubic mound was so pronouced it looked like she shoved a soccer ball in herself, yet there was nothing in her at the moment. Her pussy was giant! It was like she used a saline injection and a pussy pump at the same time. She touched herself only lightly and immediately shivered at the feeling. The nerves were stretched so far. It really was like a water balloon, it was soft and wobbly but still taught. Her clit was swollen huge too, but not nearly as much as everything else, absolutely burrying it in there. The problem with that was now if any of the flesh around her clit moved, it rubbed all over the clit itself. Why had the area around her pussy grown a little too, though? She slowly eased herself onto her feet. She needed to consult her magic books again, see if she could look this up as a possible side effect, because this was a little baffling.
The moment Sally took a step forward she almost fell to the floor again. Ooooh god, was it ever sensative! Her pussy was so inflated and sensative that she almost had a mini orgasm as both her legs rubbed against it. She couldn't walk properly with it like this! But she needed to look up reversal remidies! If both potions were still in effect, this wasn't going away on its own. She walked slowly, shivering in pleasure with each step. Every few steps she had a mini orgasm and had to stop and brace herself against the wall. And with every mini orgasm her lower gut started to swell out a bit, and her thighs thickened. By the time she got to the kitchen where the potion station was set up with her books on the counter, her entire belly was puffing out a bit, and her nipples and areola were now looking swollen out for some reason! She staggered to the island counter in a final burst of speed, counting on it to brace herself against. The pleasure surge was great though, and caused her to buck involuntarily which then mashed her huge swollen mound right into the corner of the counter! She slid to the floor immediately in huge shaking orgasm and could visibly see herself blowing up! Her thighs swelled and softened and her stomach started to push out making her look like she was in early pregnancy! Her boobs started to swell a bit larger as well as her ass! Sally touched herself, poking gently at the swollen areas that were not her pussy. They felt softer than they should, but taught and a bit jiggly as well. Her eyes went wide as she realized finally what was happening! The chastity potion was preventing release, but the orgasm potion was causing her extreme pleasure, and her pussy to produce impossible ammounts of female ejaculate. Her body couldn't release the produced fluid because of the blue potion, causing her to inflate with her own pussy juice! It felt like a water balloon because it almost literally was! Her boobs were not even remotely connected to her crotch, but were pleasure centers. The fact that the magic was able to reroute excess fluid there because it was much more flexible, meant that it really was not going to stop on its own. Even if her pussy was inflated as big as it could ever possibly get even with the influence of magic- the potion was just going to find another place to stick it and keep going.
This was well beyond her ability to fix, Sally did not need to look in her magic books to know that. She needed to find her friend- she practiced much more complex stuff and might know how to fix this. Or at least know someone else who could. It was hard to move though. Even standing was difficult because her body felt so heavy! Liquid was dense and weighed a lot for its mass. Sally had two more small orgasms on the way to a new outfit, and another huge orgasm the moment she sat on the end of her bed to put it on! Her boobs inflated massively this time, presumably because her crotch was already now at maximum capacity. Her ass rounded out a lot too. If it was just that she may not have even minded- she always wanted a bigger booty. But not like this. She moaned loudly as she yanked her top on. Her fat swollen nipples against the fabric were so sensitive it nearly hurt. Her breasts were larger so a shirt that was supposed to fit her fine now revealed her midriff. She was not even going to attempt underwear at this point. She got her pants up to her upper thighs before it started to squeeze into her soft flesh. These were the loosest pants she had, from before she lost weight. They were supposed to not fit because she is too small, not too big! The round curve of her bloated labia stuck several inches out from where the pants waist could be pulled to, there was no possible way to fit in inside. All the cramming in the world could not pull that off, and trying would cause her to orgasm and grow even more swollen. She needed a sweater or a jacket! She could tie it around herself and drap it over her giant bloated pussy to hide it! It was the only thing she could think of to pull this off. She just needed to get to her friend's house, not through crowded places.
When Sally went to stand, bending forward put pressure on her gut which shifted the liquid pressure forward and into her pussy, causing it to clench and her body to shake in a small orgasm. The lips on her face started to puff up a bit now with subtle pressure too! Another area that was flexible. She started to rock back and forth, trying to use momentum to get her on her feet without moving too much. The liquid inside her rocked as well, and she could feel the waves of motion rocking against the inside of her pussy, rubbing it from the inside! She squeeked in desperation, as the momentum tossed her forward but she was hit with an orgasm so rather than roll to her feet she went completely over onto her hands and knees. Her body shook from orgasm and jiggled from liquid as it swelled bigger. Sally's eyes went wide at the sight of her hands holding her up. Her fingers looked a little puffy! Her entire body was swelling, not just the flexible areas now! She tried to get herself up onto her knees, and trembled as the sensation of liquid shifting inside of her tickled her pleasure nerves and gave her several tiny orgasms. With each jolt of pleasure she got a little bigger- her pussy gushing more hot liquid into the rest of her body. Her pants were forced lower and lower as her ballooning thighs allowed less and less to fit. By the time she got up onto her fat knees, her knees were as far as they pants could go, making them rather useless. She couldn't walk at all with pants clinging to her knees, so she had to take them off entirely. As soon as she carefully bent over to grab at them she cooed at the sensation of the liquid rolling around in her now huge breasts. Her shirt was so tight, and the boobs were so soft that they squished and spread into every available space left to them. She shuddered and fell back to her hands and knees, swelling a bit bigger. She could hear the threads of her shirt groaning, she was outgrowing any article of clothing. Sally should have known there was no way to remove the top, but couldn't think clearly enough. She tried to grab at the edges of cloth sunken into her supple flesh but jiggled in pleasure and grabbed into it hard without thinking, kneading her tit with her one free hand. Her entire body bucked with pleasure, causing huge orgasms, which caused her entire body to in surges. The shirt ripped completely off as her entire torso started to grow softer and rounder. Her ass was huge now and her stomach looked full term with multiple offspring. Even her fingers and toes swelled into fat little sausages.
Sally willed her hand off her huge tits, but the damage had already been done. She was getting so round and so, so heavy. Her arms strained to hold her up, and her muscles were weak with orgasmic tremors. She fell to the floor, literally bouncing on her huge breasts and then flopped heavily onto her side before rolling onto her back to catch her breath. What was she going to do now?! She could not even sit up, never mind walk or go anywhere to get help. Maybe if she screamed loud enough her neighbours would hear and come? She parted her lips to scream for help but then realized how swollen her lips had become. She couldn't barely get her mouth open, her lips were so plush even with her jaw open as wide as she could go, most of her lips were still touching. Sally also quickly noted her breasts were still rising. Her torso under them was still rounding! She was still having smaller orgasms over and over, they were just harder to notice now because of the giant orgasms she has been having to compare them against. The liquid! There was so much liquid mass compared to the solid parts of her body that any movement at all caused it to rock, creating small waves inside of her that massaged her insides, especially her inner pussy, which created orgasms. Orgasms created muscle spasms, which created movement that created more waves, that induced more orgasms! She literally could not stop at this point! A small orgasm was as low as her body could manage, any attempted deliberate movement created a huge orgasm. She could not even move her fingers now, they were swollen so taught they could not bend. Her limbs were stuck in a ballooning T-pose, too swollen to put down. Her entire torso started to look round! She was turning herself into a giant balloon of pussy juice! All of her orgams were backfiring into her endlessly! Her moans and grunts were reduced to humming as she could not open her mouth any more. Sally had no idea what could be done, and surely there was nothing at this point. She could not speak or move, only orgasm. Only rock in repeated orgasms against the waves of her previous orgasmic pleasures. The pink potion demanded more powerful orgasms, while the blue potion demanded she hold it all in. Her digits now looked like mere bumps on her round hands and feet. Her arms and legs larger bumps on her huge spherical torso. It felt so strange at this point. Her tissue has been bloated and rounded so far off from her orgams and skeletal structure that her body felt completely different. Sally could not even feel her insides anymore, perhaps numb from continual explosive pleasure, or perhaps they too became so saturated with pussy juice that there was no difference between them and the rest of her. Sally internally sighed, resigned to her fate of endless pleasure. Surely someone would find her eventually... right? She should just... enjoy this. But then her eyes went wide again as she heard a sound like overtaxed leather. Oh no. There was no magic effect that allowed her to stretch indefinitely. Her body was very nearly out of room, but she could not stop her orgasms! She did not look like she was getting any bigger now, but it still felt like she was. The sounds of stretching tissue got louder and move violent as the pressure started to surge. She was too full, too much pleasure! The pressure stopped rising as even it had reached the limit, instead pulsing violently every few seconds, testing for more room but finding none. She was a pussy juice balloon and... she couldn't... hold... a.. ny... BLOOSH!
There was a gigantic explosion of fluid, but none of it blood. It was only pussy juice, and nothing more. The rest of her had oddly vanished. So saturated with the fluid that the rest of her had basically dissolved, becoming just more fluid. But... why did she know that? How did she know she exploded? If she exploded she should be dead, but if she is dead how can she think at all? Sally attempted to look around and to her surprise her vision slowly faded back in. The more she concentrated on trying to see, the more she could. Her perspective was very low... on the floor? She tried to stand, and she easily lifted from the floor. She tried to lift her hand to look at herself and that was when she realized what happened. The vaginal fluid lifted off the floor taking on more and more of the shape of a human hand and arm! Her arm! Sally IS the pussy juice now! The blue potion was still working, it would not allow her to release the fluid, but there was so much fluid that she no longer had a body, so the potion was binding her essence to the fluid! She looked down at herself and tried to flex muscles that no longer existed, and those muscles formed. She moved and thought of how she used to look, and became that. She was a goo girl now! Sally's body had no set shape, she became whatever she either willed herself to be, or thought she should be. Sally smiled as she gathered up the rest of her body off the floor, making the carpet dry again. This wasn't what she had planned at all... but she liked it just as much. | null | [] |
Jordan Summers awoke with a stretch of her tanned limbs and slipped from bed, reaching for a robe hanging over the back of a chair. She examined herself quickly in a vanity mirror situated over a squat dresser, fussing over her tangled burgundy hair. "I need a shower," she yawned.
Jordan was not a morning person and didn't consider herself truly awake until she completed a shower and swallowed a cup of coffee.
Next to the dresser, on a wide desk, were six flat-screen computer monitors situated around a hulking keyboard. She paused at the desk out of habit, tapped on a key, and quickly scanned several windows of streaming data and video feeds; nothing unusual seemed to be happening in the city. Satisfied by what she saw, Jordan slipped the robe on and padded on bare feet out of her bedroom.
"Travis?" she was surprised to see her roommate's boyfriend squatting in front of a linin closet. He wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of boxer-briefs and a white undershirt, though a towel was draped over his shoulder. "Um, what are you doing?"
Travis slowly stood and turned. He was holding a red spandex costume draped across his hands; a Mega-Girl costume.
"Oh," Jordan saw what he was holding, her expression like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Crap."
Travis looked down at the spandex, "I'm sorry about last week, when I blew you off."
"What?" Jordan sounded confused.
"Don't play dumb, I know you're Mega-Girl. When you came to see me last week, and we made plans to hang out, I really wanted to... I just, I think I'm in love with Penny."
"Wait," Jordan laughed. "You think *I'm* Mega-Girl?"
"Well yeah," Travis gestured with the costume. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I hate to be the one to break it to you honey, but -"
*Harbinger! Harbinger, are you there?*
The grainy-sounding voice was coming from a speaker inside Jordan's room.
"What was that?" Travis asked, startled by how loud it was.
Jordan spun and moved quickly towards her computer desk.
Travis followed, impressed by the half-dozen screens, "Wow, what the heck is all this?"
"I'm a computer-science major," Jordan replied, sitting in her swiveling desk chair. She turned to face the monitors and hit a few key strokes.
*Harbinger. Harbinger, come in.*
"Who's Harbinger?" Travis wondered in a clueless tone.
"I am," Jordan said, placing a headset over her burgundy hair. She adjusted the microphone in front of her mouth, "I'm here, MG. What's going on?"
*I'm being attacked by Apollo!*
"What?!?" Jordan's fingers began spinning a mouse-like trackball and the camera images on the monitors panned outwards.
Travis stood behind Jordan, watching the screens as he tried to figure out what was going on. He recognized Gateway City from above, but had no idea where the images could be coming from. The point of view on Jordan's computer screens was too high to be situated on any building.
*He just attacked me! He came out of nowhere.*
"Why would he do that?" Jordan asked.
*I don't know, but I've never fought a three-thousand yearld god before; I need to figure out a way to stop him. I need your help.*
Travis watched as one of the camera views zoomed in an incredible amount, showing a downtown street from a viewpoint directly above. The figures of people were small, but he recognized one of them as the world-famous Apollo! "Are these satellite images?" Travis asked, amazed that Jordan would have access to anything so high-tech.
She ignored his question. "I'll get into it right away," Jordan told Mega-Girl. "But it might take me some time. Can you hang in there?"
*I'll certainly try.*
Her fingers were suddenly dancing across the keyboard as Jordan pulled up a dozen different search windows at once. Almost immediately, newspaper articles and internet reports of Apollo's past activities, along with images of the god, filled all six monitor screens. Videos of him in action populated even more windows as Jordan continued to yank as much data as she could from the internet.
"What the hell is going on?" Travis asked, overwhelmed by the speed at which Jordan worked. "Was that Mega-Girl you were talking to?"
"Yes," she answered curtly, her attention glued to the monitors.
"But I thought you were -?"
"I don't really have time to explain it to you right now, Travis. I need to figure out how someone can defeat an ancient Roman god."
"But if you're not..." It suddenly dawned on Travis, "Wait, you mean Penny is...?"
Jordan sounded irritated. "You need to either shut-up or help me figure out a way to keep your girlfriend alive."
"Are you telling me my girlfriend is fighting Apollo right now? Holy shit!"
"Damn it, Travis, Penny is in a lot of danger right now! You need to stop asking questions and help me. Apollo is like the most powerful guy on the planet. At the very least - he's the strongest."
Travis sobered, "Okay, um, what can I do?"
"We need to figure out if Apollo has any weaknesses."
"How are we going to do that?"
Jordan pointed at her screens, "Look for anything that stands out as something Mega-Girl could use against him. Look for common denominators - things he always does, or never does. Even the smallest detail could be a clue."
Travis began studying the videos that were playing on screen, footage of the god battling various super villains. The only thing he thought any of them had in common was how savagely Apollo fought. Travis swallowed nervously, suddenly very worried for Penny.
Apollo stood in his gleaming armor with the greenery of Byrne Park spread out around him and drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, "You have fought well, mortal. But thy days have reached their end."
Mega-Girl winced as she clutched at the arrow shaft protruding from her left shoulder. With a pain-filled scream she pulled it out, the arrowhead tearing her flesh. She didn't want another one of those arrows coming anywhere near her, realizing Apollo had found some way to bypass her normally-reliable invulnerability.
"Wait," she said, trying to buy some time for Harbinger. "Why are you trying to kill me? It doesn't make any sense."
Apollo notched his arrow, "I must prove my love to the mortal Lauren Smith, so that we may be together forever."
"How is killing me going to prove your love for some chick?"
Apollo aimed his bow, but Mega-Girl's question momentarily confused him. He loosened the bowstring.
"I don't even know this person," Mega-Girl continued, covering her wound with a palm. "Why does she want me dead?"
"It matters little," Apollo decided, raising his bow once more and drawing its string to take aim.
"Shit," Mega-Girl cursed, taking off into the air with the speed of a bullet.
Apollo fired but missed, his arrow arcing harmlessly through the air. Replacing the bow upon his back, Apollo flew after her, his speed equal to hers.
Flying straight upwards, Mega-Girl aimed for the clouds, but Apollo proved the faster. He reached and took hold of her ankle, flexing his mighty arm and hurling Mega-Girl back towards the earth. She landed with the force of a crashing meteor, a detonation of grass and dirt erupting around her petite frame. Her wounded shoulder exploded with the pain of a thousand stabbing daggers and she barely had time to cry out from the agony before Apollo was on top of her, pounding her face and body with punch after devastating punch.
Instinctively, Mega-Girl curled a leg between them and kicked with all her strength. Her foot caught Apollo in the stomach and sent him spinning through the air. He crashed into a park bench a hundred feet away, shattering it into splinters.
Crawling out of a crater of dirt and soil, Mega-Girl had trouble rising to her feet. The left sleeve of her costume was growing soaked with blood and her shoulder was throbbing in pain. Unfortunately for her Apollo wasn't done. He flew into her with the speed and power of a runaway locomotive, driving Mega-Girl through the air and slamming her back-first into a thick tree with a sharp crack. Once again the god's savage fists began raining blows, pinning her between the tree and his onslaught.
But Mega-Girl wasn't ready to give up. She shot her forehead towards the vicious god's face, head-butting him in the nose. In the moment that bought her, she lifted a hard knee into his groin causing Apollo to stumble backwards in sudden pain. And then, with every ounce of strength she could muster, Mega-Girl swung a massive haymaker punch with her one good arm.
The blow launched Apollo high into the air. He flew for hundreds of yards, disappearing from view to land behind a line of trees.
"This guy is brutal!" Travis exclaimed, watching a video of Apollo defeating The Leviathan.
"There must be something," Jordan remained optimistic. "There must be some way he can be defeated."
"It's hopeless," Travis feared. "I mean, the only thing in common I see is that he beats the crap out of everyone he fights and that all these fights take place during the day. Not very helpful."
"Oh shit," Jordan began cycling through each of the videos and photos, glancing at each one quickly. "That's it!"
"What?" Travis was confused.
"Apollo is the god of light," Jordan remarked excitedly.
"So?" Travis shrugged
"Don't you study your mythology? Apollo is the sun god. And Look! Every single time he's been captured on video battling a super villain, it was during the day."
"So?" Travis still didn't get it.
"So why doesn't he ever fight at night?" Jordan asked.
Travis' eyes widened as he finally caught up with Jordan's train of thought, "Because the night makes him weak!"
Jordan beamed a smile, "That's got to be it. You're a genius, Travis!"
Apollo re-emerged in the distance, from between the tree line, looking extremely angry. He also appeared uninjured.
"What does it take to stop this guy?" Mega-Girl muttered with a frustrated breath. With her shoulder throbbing in excruciating pain she didn't know how much longer she could hold out.
*MG! Are you there?*
Mega-Girl lifted a hand to her ear, "I hope you have something, Harbinger. I'm getting the crap kicked out of me!"
*We think we found something.*
"We?" Mega-Girl wondered, watching Apollo slowly stalk her way. "Who are you with?"
*Never mind that. Apollo is weakened by the night. His power must come from the sun, or something.*
"Are you sure?"
*Not one-hundred percent, but it's all I've got.*
"Fair enough, thanks Harbinger."
*Good luck, MG.*
Mega-Girl looked up at the sun, which was still low in the early morning sky. If she wanted to find night, she would need to go west and hope to outrun the dawn.
"Mega-Girl!" came a deep bellow, "Thy delays will not save thee. No mortal, no matter how strong, can defeat the might of Apollo!"
"If you want me," Mega-Girl yelled back, "You're going to have to catch me!"
Rising into the air, Mega-Girl burst westward like a streak of crimson. Apollo gave chase, soaring through the sky after her.
Straightening her body, Mega-Girl stretched her right fist out in front of her to cut through the air like a bullet. Though her other arm was curled at her side and throbbing with pain, she ignored the wound as much as she could and continued to accelerate, her blonde hair flapping behind her. "Let's see how fast you are, Apollo," she murmured.
A cone of air was visible to the naked eye around Mega-Girl's sleek body as she flew faster and faster. A clap of thunder erupted as she achieved supersonic speed and began moving quicker than sound. The ground beneath her was a blur, Gateway City far behind. She kept her altitude low, needing the horizon to obscure the sun. Glancing back, she saw a flying speck she assumed was Apollo. He was keeping pace, but not gaining. She pushed herself to fly even faster.
Fifteen minutes later, with Apollo still in sight, Mega-Girl flew over the Rocky Mountains. She finally slowed somewhere over western Utah, choosing a vast stretch of uninhabited flatland to stand her ground. Apollo nearly flew on, high above her landing spot, before he too slowed and swooshed a curving path back towards the heroine. He landed to a skidding halt in front of her.
"Coward!" he yelled.
Mega-Girl glanced to the east. The morning sun had yet to peek over the horizon and it was time to gamble on Harbinger's hunch. When Apollo ran towards her she stood firm, praying Harbinger would be right.
Apollo, crazed with anger and mad with his love of Rapture, punched Mega-Girl solidly across the chin.
She barely felt the blow.
"What's wrong?" Mega-Girl offered a crooked, suddenly confident smile. "Getting a little wore out?"
Apollo realized he had let his fury get the better of him; he had flown out of range from the source of his strength - the sun. His confidence waned in an instant and Apollo silently cursed his opponent for her trickery. There was only one last chance. Reaching for his bow, Apollo knew it would be his only hope of victory.
But Mega-Girl wasn't about to let him shoot her with that wicked weapon again. She grabbed him by the arm and spun, hurtling Apollo as hard as she could against a boulder protruding from the ground nearby. He smashed against the rock and crumpled to the ground. Without the sun fueling his power, Apollo's strength and invulnerability was vastly diminished.
The fight was over in an instant; Mega-Girl had defeated a god.
Even though the battle had reached its conclusion, many questions yet remained. Mega-Girl wanted to know why Apollo, a fellow hero, had attacked her. And who was Lauren Smith? The answers would need to come quickly however, before the eastern sky lit with the morning's dawn and Apollo regained his strength.
"Why did you try to kill me?" Mega-Girl demanded to know, approaching the god's prone form. "Who is this woman you were trying to prove yourself to?"
No answers came. Instead, Apollo simply vanished.
"What the -?" Mega-Girl gasped in astonishment. She felt on the ground where he was, in case the god had turned invisible, but he wasn't there.
It wasn't like when he teleported during their fight in the city - there was a bright flash of light when he did that. It was like he simply disappeared. One second Apollo was there, and an instant later he wasn't.
"MG?" Jordan adjusted the microphone on her headset, "MG, can you read me?"
Travis sat on the edge of Jordan's bed, his foot tapping nervously. It had been nearly a twenty minutes since their last contact with Mega-Girl; both he and Jordan wore concerned expressions on their faces. Neither had bothered to dress.
"Why isn't she answering?" Travis worried aloud.
"The connection is cellular," Jordan explained. "She could be in a dead spot."
"Or she could just be dead," Travis rose and began pacing.
"It'll be okay," Jordan assured him, "Your girlfriend is kind of tough."
"Yeah but Apollo is a fucking god!" Travis gestured at Jordan's computer monitors, "You saw those videos. The guy never loses! What if we were wrong? What if it was just coincidence that he was always fighting during the day?"
"No one has ever defeated Mega-Girl, okay? She's nigh-invulnerable." Jordan activated her headset and tried again, "MG? Are you there?"
"Nigh-invulnerable? What does that even mean?" Travis continued to pace, "This is seriously fucked up. I thought I was dating a normal girl. I wanted to date a normal girl. I want to graduate college, get a normal job, maybe pop out a couple of kids. I can't spend every day of my life worrying if my wife is going to be killed by a Roman god. I mean, can Penny even have kids? She's not an alien from another planet, is she?"
Jordan gave him a strange look, "No, she's from the suburbs."
*Harbinger? Harbinger, can you hear me?*
Both Jordan and Travis turned towards the speaker, excited and relieved to finally hear Mega-Girl's voice.
Jordan activated her headset, "I'm here, MG. What's your status?"
*I'm wounded, but not too bad... somewhere over Colorado at the moment. I should be home in about twenty minutes. You saved my life, Harbinger. You were right about his weakness; he was about as tough as a kitten as soon as we were out of the daylight.*
"It was actually your boyfriend who figured it out," Jordan admitted.
*Wait, he's with you?*
"Yeah. Sorry, MG. He found your stash of costumes."
*Oh god, is he pissed?*
Jordan glanced at him, "I think he's just relieved you're okay. We both are. Do you want to talk to him?"
*Yeah.*
Jordan pulled the headset off, having to untangle it from a snarl of her burgundy hair, before handing it to Travis. "Don't use any real names," she instructed, "It's a secret identity thing."
Travis looked at the headset and considered, "You know what? This is all way too crazy, I'm out of here."
"Wait," Jordan frowned as Travis turned to leave the room. "Travis...!"
Travis lifted a dismissive hand, "Just tell her I'm glad she's okay, but I can't be with someone who lies to me all the time."
Jordan winced as Travis slammed her bedroom door shut.
Apollo awoke to the feeling of sunlight warming his beardless face, opening his eyes to strange surroundings. He was in a bed, dressed in a simple tunic and loincloth, though his armors were arranged neatly upon a chair in the corner. Sliding glass doors led out to a marble patio, with mountains in the distance. The bedroom was plainly furnished but spacious, as though it was a spare for guests. Apollo wondered if he was in the home of a friend, or a foe.
Quite suddenly, a lean and handsome man with dark curly hair appeared out of nowhere beside Apollo, his arrival heralded by a barely perceptible tremor of air. He wore a pair of tan slacks, loose-fitting and made of expensive material, with a collared polo tee-shirt; Nike sneakers seemed overly casual in comparison. "Hello, brother. I see you are finally awake. The morning sun always did cure all of your ills."
Apollo exhaled a relieved breath and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. "Hermes," he greeted in a gruff voice, happy he was not in the hands of a potential enemy. "How many centuries has it been?"
"Three, I believe."
"That long?"
"I believe it was when Napoleon crowned himself Emperor," Hermes mused.
"Too long," Apollo grunted.
"Gods, what a party that was, though. Do you remember the French woman we shared that night... what was her name? She could do the most amazing things with her tongue..."
"Monique," Apollo recalled perfectly, running a hand through his long, blond hair.
Hermes laughed, "You amaze me, brother. How could you possibly remember her name after three hundred years?"
"She was the Emperor's niece," Apollo replied blandly. "Napoleon wanted me drawn and quartered for defiling her innocence out of wedlock."
Hermes chuckled, "Napoleon. What a pompous little cock that one was."
Rubbing his forehead, Apollo felt a subtle grogginess leaving his mind like fading morning dew, "Where am I? How did I get here?"
"You are in my Athens villa. I spirited you here, of course."
Apollo rose and moved to the sliding glass doors, staring at the distant mountains of Greece, "I did not know you were here, on this plane, again."
"It is a recent development," Hermes explained. "I've been monitoring a situation in Gateway City, a personal matter, and it was there that I chanced upon my mighty brother engaged in fisticuffs with one of the many costumed heroes of that city. Curious of your activities, I followed your chase of the mortal girl until she bested you."
Apollo turned a dangerous look over his shoulder, "She tricked me."
Hermes didn't argue, "Was she the one who spelled you?"
Apollo's face twisted, "What!?"
"After you fell to the mortal girl, I brought you here. Don't worry - I was moving quite quickly. I am sure to her eyes it seemed you simply vanished. But I sensed a taint around your mind, a dark influence if you will - no doubt it was sorcerous."
Apollo appeared mildly alarmed, as though wary of magic.
"Do not fear; I brewed you a tonic which seems to have cleared the foulness away."
Apollo scowled as he realized the probable source, "Lauren Smith."
Hermes lifted an eyebrow, "Been lying with witches, brother?"
"It would seem so. A powerful one at that to manipulate mine actions so completely."
"So this witch was the reason for your battle with the costumed mortal?"
Apollo placed a fist in his other palm, cracking all his knuckles at once, "It must have been some manner of hex. She wanted me to kill Mega-Girl."
"Mega-Girl," Hermes repeated to see how the name tasted on his own tongue; he didn't like it. "Despite the regretful name she appeared to be quite a specimen - for a mortal. To stand equal against mighty Apollo in hand-to-hand combat is no easy feat!"
"My mind was clouded," Apollo grew defensive at the prospect of a mortal being compared as his equal.
"Still," Hermes argued, "You were not going easy on her and she survived your onslaught. In fact, she gave back - and then some! A woman like that would be fit for a god, be she mortal or not."
"As a mate?" Apollo sounded curious.
"Why not, brother? It's hard not to respect a woman of such power. Think of the demigods she would yield - they would rival Hercules himself."
Apollo's beardless expression grew contemplative.
Hermes laughed at his sibling, "Come, Apollo. We'll need to be far more drunk if we are to start contemplating mortal mates."
Jordan appeared completely helpless as she stood beside her roommate, holding a needle tied with fine thread, "You realize I'm a computer-science major, right? Not pre-med."
Penny was seated within their apartment on a dining table chair, still in her Mega-Girl costume though she had taken her mask off. Dried blood caked her left shoulder and arm around the wound she had suffered in her fight with Apollo. Jordan had been able to cut away the sleeve of Penny's costume but was hesitant to begin stitching.
"I can't go to a hospital," Penny complained. "Not without revealing my secret identity. You're all I've got. Please? I'm scared I've lost my invulnerability."
On the table nearby Jordan had arranged a plastic basin of warm water along with some small towels. She reached for one and began to dab it around Penny's wound in an attempt to clean some of the blood away, "Okay, okay. But how could Apollo have done that?"
"I have no idea," Penny winced when the cloth touched a nerve. "I don't even know why he attacked me in the first place. I never got the chance to ask before he just vanished into thin air."
"Okay, here goes..." Biting her lip, Jordan sucked in a breath and held it. Trying to keep her hand steady, she poked the needle into Penny's shoulder...
"Is it working?" Penny glanced, not feeling the expected pain.
Jordan shook her head, "It won't go through your skin."
"Push harder," Penny suggested.
"I don't want to hurt you," Jordan winced as she applied more pressure, but the only result was that the needle bent into a ninety-degree angle. "Crap, this is pointless! I'm never going to be able to push a needle through your skin."
"I'm actually kind of relieved," Penny exhaled. "I was worried Apollo had somehow found a way to negate my powers, but maybe it was the arrow that was special, or something. You know, like some godly magic?"
"Maybe," Jordan abandoned the needle on the table. "But I'm definitely not going to be able to stich you up." She pressed the damp cloth over Penny's shoulder, "Hold this over the wound, I'll see if we have any bandages in the linin closet. We'll just have to hope you're a fast healer."
Penny pressed the cloth against her shoulder, "I have no idea how fast I heal; I've never been hurt before."
"Never?" Jordan wondered as she moved towards the hallway closet. "Not even when you were a kid?"
"I've never had so much as a scratch. My mom told me that when I was really little she took me in to get my immunity shots, but the nurse couldn't pierce my skin with a needle."
Jordan laughed as she rummaged through their closet, "You never told me that. I remember you telling me your powers developed naturally, but I assumed it was when you were in high school."
Penny shook her head, "I was only five years old when I realized I was different. A ball I was playing with had rolled under my mom's car in the driveway and I lifted the front end of the car up over my head so I could reach it. It didn't seem like a big deal to me at the time, but my mom totally freaked out."
Jordan returned with a dusty first-aid kit, "So do you think you were born with your powers?"
Penny shrugged bonelessly, "I guess so."
"There are some tape-like stitches in here," Jordan discovered once she opened the plastic kit. "Let's try these, and then I'll cover it up with a bandage. Hopefully you have super-healing to go along with your super-strength."
"Okay," Penny agreed, lifting the cloth and glancing at her arm.
"Have you figured out what you're going to say to Travis?" Jordan asked as she set to work on Penny's shoulder. "He seemed pretty pissed when he left about you lying to him."
"I didn't lie to him," Penny sounded like she was trying to convince herself. "I just didn't tell him I was Mega-Girl."
"I'm not sure he sees it that way," Jordan remarked. "You better think of something good to say, because he seems like a really great guy. He's irresistibly cute, and totally sweet - in a naive kind of way."
"I know," Penny sighed. "I have no idea what I'm going to tell him."
"What do you mean it's over already?" Travis' sister sounded disappointed. "I didn't even get a chance to meet her."
"She lied to me," Travis said, putting his cell phone on speaker mode so he could type and talk at the same time. Travis had a history paper due and was busy writing when his older sister Janice had called.
"What did she lie to you about?" Janice's distorted voice asked. "Was it about how many boyfriends she's had in the past? Because girls always lie about that stuff."
"No," Travis sighed, not wanting to talk about Penny. He wanted to bury himself in school work and not think about girls or superheroes. But Janice wanted to know about his new girlfriend and Travis knew how persistent his sister could be, "It wasn't anything like that. Look, Jan, I can't really talk about it, okay?"
"What do you mean you can't talk about it? What the big secret?"
Thankfully a knock sounded on Travis' dorm room door saving him from trying to explain that the girl he had been dating was secretly a superhero, "Someone's here, I'll have to call you back."
"Travis! Don't you dare hang up on -"
Swiping his finger across the phone, Travis ended the call and rose to answer the door.
"Hi," Penny attempted a hopeful smile, standing in the hallway.
"Hello Penny," Travis greeted dryly. "Or should I say Meg-"
Penny quickly covered his mouth with a palm and prodded Travis backwards into his room, "Shush!"
Travis pushed her wrist away, "What? It's true, isn't it? You're Mega-Girl?"
Penny quickly closed the door to prevent anyone walking through the dorm hallway from overhearing, "Please, Travis. My secret identity is really important to me! It protects me and the people I care about."
"I don't even know which is which!" Travis exclaimed, clearly upset. "I mean, which one is the real you? Are you Penny? Are you Mega-Girl? Or are they both masks?"
"Both," she admitted, having decided that she needed to be completely honest with Travis.
"What does that even mean?" Travis lifted both of his palms, gesturing in exasperation. "You know what? I don't even care. I think you should go."
"I'll explain everything," Penny assured him. "Just... why don't you sit down, okay?"
Travis eyed her dubiously.
"Please, Travis. Let me explain. I'll be completely honest with you and I swear I'll never lie to you again. Afterwards, if you want me to leave I will."
Travis exhaled a heavy breath and glanced at his loveseat. Curiosity got the best of his anger and he moved to sit.
"My name is Penelope Swann, that's who I am. It's the name my mother gave me when I was born. Mega-Girl is the identity I created after graduating from high school so that I could use my powers without anyone knowing it was me. I didn't want my friends and family hounded by the press, or targeted by super-powered criminals. But I have two masks, Travis, just like you said, because even when I'm Penny I have to pretend I'm someone I'm not. I can't talk like I do when I'm Mega-Girl. I can't wear my hair the same way. I can't show my body. Do you understand?"
Lifting her right hand, Penny removed a platinum-colored ring from her middle finger. Travis grew wide-eyed when the air suddenly began to shimmer and distort around her form. Penny's hair color changed from dark to blonde; her skin tone was no longer pale, transforming instead into a golden tan; her eyes shifted from a green hue to an icy blue.
"This ring is an image-transducer," Penny set the ring down on Travis' dresser. "It surrounds my body with a very thin spectrographic ionization field."
"Huh?" Travis didn't understand a word.
"It changes the way light reflects off my body," she explained more simply. "It makes my skin look paler and my hair darker, so people can't see any similarities between me and Mega-Girl." Penny removed her glasses and set them beside the ring.
Travis watched as Penny unzipped her hoody and then proceeded to unbutton her jeans, "What are you doing?"
Struggling to take her tee-shirt off because of her wounded shoulder, Penny proceeded to discard all of her clothes and stand naked before Travis. Only her bandaged shoulder remained covered. "This is me," she told him. "This is what I really look like. No image inducers. No costumes. No masks. This is as honest as I can be, Travis."
Travis saw that she still looked like Penny, but with blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfectly tanned skin. Her naked form was petite, toned, and unbelievably sexy. But as good as she looked, it was strange for Travis to see.
"Why did you lie to me?" he asked. "Why did you make me think you were two different girls when we first met? I felt like I had to choose between Mega-Girl and Penny when really I was choosing between the same girl!"
"After saving you from that car accident I recognized you from our Chemistry class. You were kind of shy and totally sweet the way you asked me out for coffee. I wanted to go out with you, but I was scared you were only attracted to the costume. I wanted you to like me, to actually like *me*, so I decided to approach you that day in the Quad. I thought if you choose me as Penny over me as Mega-Girl, I'd know you actually liked me instead of just being enamored with the fame and glitz associated with Mega-Girl."
"But the truth is: Penny is just as much of a mask as mega-Girl," Travis frowned. "And I don't like being manipulated. I want you to leave."
Penny looked shattered, "But Travis, wait -"
"No," he shook his head. "I chose Penny because I don't want to date a superhero. I want a normal life! Your life is too crazy for me. You get into fist-fights with gods and giant robots. I don't want to be a part of that, I can't."
Penny had expected Travis to forgive her. She had assumed he would still want to be with her and that they would kiss and make love and live happily ever after. His rejection stung her deeply. Penny was suddenly very self-conscious of her nudity and began to quickly gather her clothes, "I-I'm sorry, Travis. I'll go. But please don't tell anyone - please keep my secret?"
Travis rose from the couch and turned his back as Penny hastily dressed herself, "I won't tell anyone. In fact, I'm going to do my best to forget all about you."
"Don't say that," Penny said with a quiver to her voice. "I thought we had something, Travis. I care about you, a lot, and I thought you felt the same."
"I did," Travis said, unable to turn and face her. He was afraid if he looked at her he'd give in to those feelings, "I do... but I can't anymore. I can't date a superhero, Penny. I don't even want to know how. Maybe if you weren't Mega-Girl anymore..."
Slipping her ring back on the air shimmered briefly around Penny's form once again. Her hair grew dark and her skin grew pale. She slipped her clunky glasses on and moved towards the door, "I can't stop being Mega-Girl, Travis. I was born with these powers. In a way, I've been Mega-Girl my whole life. Sometimes I think I'm more myself with the mask and costume than when I'm just trying to be Penny."
"That's kind of sad," Travis glanced at her as she walked towards the door.
Penny shrugged, trying to keep herself from crying, "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I do need a guy who wants the costume. I-I'm sorry, Travis. I guess I'll see you around."
A bright flash of light heralded Apollo's return to his Gateway City condominium, his brother beside him. Both men were clad in modern clothing, expensive and casual, though Apollo held his armor and weapons in a large sack beside him.
Hermes disappeared but reappeared a moment later, moving too fast for Apollo's eye to follow. "No one is here," he reported, having searched the apartment in approximately a tenth of a second.
Apollo nodded as though accustomed to, if not entirely comfortable with, his brother's speed, "I suspected as much. No reason for the sorceress to linger."
"She'll be difficult to find," Hermes commented, strolling toward the open kitchen area at a normal speed. "The mortals number in the billions, and your sorceress could be anywhere."
"Aye," Apollo conceded, depositing his satchel near the empty armor mannequin. "Likely she has learned Mega-Girl yet lives and rightly assumes the spell over me has been broken. No doubt she had fled to some dark corner to avoid my wrath."
Hermes opened the refrigerator door, bending at the waste to examine its contents. "I am only a humble messenger," he announced, finding a bottle of wine to his liking. "Tracking and hunting is your twin's arena."
"You know our sister has sworn never to return to this plane," Apollo said as Hermes located a pair of wine glasses. "Artemis despises the fact that I have chosen Earth and the mortals over Olympus and our kin. She would never aid me."
"She would if you offered her the bow," Hermes suggested. "Artemis has always been jealous that Minerva gave it to you rather than her."
Apollo shook his head as he joined his brother in the kitchen, "The joy I would feel killing Lauren Smith pales in value to a bow that can pierce any armor."
"I'm sure you're right," Hermes poured the wine. "Still, it is not her death I would be seeking if I wore your skin. I would want to know how, and why, she manipulated me into becoming her assassin. Mortals, after all, are not known for their sorcerous talents."
"Thy words carry wisdom," Apollo looked contemplative.
"What is the bow to you?" Hermes asked. "After all, you've not held it for centuries. Obviously you've survived well enough without it."
"True enough," Apollo conceded.
"Artemis can track a mote of dust across the cosmos," Hermes commented, testing the wine with a sip. "Your mysterious Lauren Smith should be easy for her to find. I could carry a message to her for you, offering the trade?"
Apollo took the other glass and swallowed much of its contents, "Perhaps. But I have business with another mortal as well, which must take priority."
"The titan?" Hermes guessed.
"Aye, Mega-Girl. And she should be much easier to find."
Jordan sat on the far side of her and Penny's L-shaped couch trying to watch her favorite soap opera. She had been addicted to the show since high school and had even scheduled her classes around it. But it was hard to pay attention when her roommate, who was sitting on the other end of the couch, kept sniffling. She finally clicked the mute button on their television remote, "Are you crying again?"
Penny was trying to read a textbook, but she was having trouble focusing and hadn't turned a page in over ten minutes. "No," she murmured, wiping a lone tear off her cheek.
"For Pete's sake," Jordan rolled her eyes. "It's been over a week since Travis dumped you. I get that it sucks, but you should be past the water-works. He's just a guy, there will be others."
Penny sighed and snapped her book shut, "It's more than that, it's what Travis made me realize. I'm a girl with two identities, and both of them have masks. I'm so worried all the time that someone is going to discover my secret that I feel like I have to constantly hide."
"Well," Jordan considered. "Which identity are you more comfortable in? Which is more 'you'?"
"The costume," Penny replied meekly, ashamed of her own answer.
"So go put it on," Jordan suggested. "You haven't been on patrol since your fight with Apollo. It'd probably do you some good to get out and fly. Besides, your shoulder has healed perfectly."
The idea made some sense to Penny. Jordan was right about her shoulder; her body had healed within a couple of days, so thoroughly that not even a scar remained to mark where Apollo's arrow had pierced her flesh. Perhaps it was time to get back into the routine of her life prior to Travis, Penny thought.
Only minutes later Mega-Girl was garbed in her red one-piece costume and soaring over the skyscrapers of Gateway City. It felt good to get out of her apartment and fly again, to feel the warm late-summer sun on her back. Thoughts of Travis slowly drifted away as she flew over the city. There was little she could do to change Travis' mind regardless, she understood. Travis didn't want a superhero for a girlfriend and Penny couldn't change who or what she was. If she was being honest with herself Penny felt more alive, more like 'herself', when in costume. As Penny she felt forced to be reserved and closeted, but as Mega-Girl she felt free.
Curling her flight around the Keppler skyscraper, a flash of movement distracted Mega-Girl from her thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Apollo! He was flying after her, coming from the direction of a balcony in the Keppler Building. Once again dressed in his gleaming ancient armor, Mega-Girl feared the god was seeking another fight. She spun in the air to face him, her hands balling into fists, and hovered in the face of Apollo's approach.
But he too stopped short, hovering a short distance away. "Mega-Girl," he spoke, his deep baritone voice carrying no sign of animosity, "I would have words with thee."
Mega-Girl's eyes narrowed cautiously through her mask, "Just words? No fists this time?"
"I apologize for our previous encounter. I was not myself; my mind was addled by a foul sorceress. I mean thee no harm. Quite the opposite, in truth."
Mega-Girl remained wary, but she was also curious, "All right, where do you want to talk?"
"This way," he gestured, returning his flight towards his condominium within the Keppler building.
Mega-Girl briefly wondered if Apollo could possibly be setting a trap for her but followed him towards the balcony regardless; she suspected Apollo wasn't the crafty type. He seemed more like a man who confronted his problems headn rather than deal in traps or trickery.
"Please," Apollo invited her into his home after the two had landed on his balcony.
"Nice place," she remarked, noting the tastefully decorated and spacious apartment.
Apollo removed his mohawk helm, letting blond hair tumble to his shoulders. "Let us dispense with any pleasantries. No doubt you have many questions for me."
"Just a few," Mega-Girl said, maintaining a safe distance from him. "Why did you attack me last week?"
"I told you. I was ensorcelled."
"What does that even mean? Are you talking about magic?"
"Aye," Apollo set his helmet down on a large dining table, "Or some manner of power. The variety of mortals such as thyself, all with strange abilities, are too numerous to count. Pure magic is rare on this plane, but mortal adepts are not unheard of."
"You mentioned a woman, Lauren Smith, is she the one who put the zap on your head?"
"Would you care for a drink?" Apollo asked, temporarily ignoring Mega-Girl's query.
"No," she replied curtly, "Answer my question."
"Aye, Lauren Smith. But before you ask I know not who she is or what motivates her. It is humbling to admit, but the witch made me a dupe in her plan to kill you."
"Why would this woman want to kill me?" Mega-Girl asked, confused. "I've never even heard of her."
Apollo lifted a shoulder, wandering towards his kitchen, "I need some wine."
"What about that bow?" Mega-Girl followed after him, intent on more answers.
"The bow is mine," Apollo admitted, perusing a rack of wine bottles near his fridge. "But have no fear, mortal, I will not take aim upon thee again."
"How did it hurt me?" Mega-Girl wondered, "Nothing's ever hurt me like that."
Apollo selected a green bottle without a label and pulled its cork out with his teeth, "My father magicked it to pierce any armor, any flesh."
"That's pretty convenient," she commented dryly, "What does your father have against me?"
Apollo chuckled as he poured a glass, "The bow was made over two millennia ago, long before you were born."
Mega-Girl folded her arms across her chest, "All right, I'm convinced you don't want to kill me anymore. I just have one other question. Where can I find this Lauren Smith bitch so I can convince her to stop tricking gods into killing me?"
"I know not where she is," Apollo stated, pausing to take a swallow of wine. "But I can aid thee in locating her."
"How are you going to do that?" Mega-Girl sounded skeptical.
"Not myself, but mine sister. We'll need to travel to Olympus and convince her to aid us."
Mega-Girl laughed at the absurdity, "You think she's on a mountain in Greece?"
Apollo chuckled, "Nay, not Greece..."
"He wants to take you where?" Jordan wondered with an incredulous gasp, watching her roommate stuff a toothbrush into a duffle bag.
"Olympus," Penny said; the two roommates were within Penny's mess of a room as she tried to decide what to pack, "I guess it's where he's originally from - his home town, or something."
Jordan was having trouble wrapping her head around what Penny had said regarding her conversation with Apollo, "And it's in another dimension?"
"That's what he said."
"And you believed him?"
Penny glanced at her, "Why shouldn't I? He's a god, right? They must come from somewhere."
"Jesus, Penny. Do you have any idea how crazy this all sounds? We don't even know if Apollo is actually a god at all. I mean, he could be a lunatic full of shit who simply tells everyone he's a god. That doesn't mean it's true!"
Penny shrugged bonelessly, "He says his sister is there and that she can find this Lauren Smith chick who somehow has the power to control people's minds and wants me dead. If there's a chance Apollo is telling the truth I owe it to myself to try and figure out where to find her." Looking towards her closet she asked, "What do you suppose people wear in Olympus?"
Jordan threw her hands up helplessly, "How the hell would I know? Do I look like I've visited other dimensions, before?"
"I guess I'll just pack a couple of extra costumes," Penny decided, "If they all dress like Apollo I shouldn't stand out too much."
"You do realize that if Apollo is telling the truth, and that's a big 'if', you'll be on your own? I'm handy with computers and electronics but I'm pretty sure no one has invented a cell phone that can call another dimension."
"I'll be fine," Penny assured her, "Apollo apologized for attacking me and I believed him when he said he was under some kind of magic influence. I'll be perfectly safe. I'm nigh-invulnerable, remember? Plus, I'll have an ancient god at my side to protect me."
"I'm not suggesting you need a bodyguard," Jordan conceded, "But what if you get trapped in this other dimension and can't get back?"
"What if I don't go?" Penny proposed, folding one of her spare costumes, "What if this crazy sorceress lady succeeds in killing me because I just ignored the situation?"
"We could try finding her? I could do a full search on the name Lauren Smith; I even have a few backdoor options for government databases I could try. I'm sure it's not her real name but maybe it's a common alias and I could get some red flag hits -"
"I want to go," Penny interrupted, "Since putting on the costume I've seen and done some pretty amazing things, but this is on a whole new level. Traveling to another dimension? Meeting actual gods? I can't turn down an adventure like that."
Jordan frowned and sat on the edge of Penny's disheveled bed.
"What?" Penny watched her.
"Nothing," Jordan sighed, "If I were in your shoes I'd probably do the same thing. Plus, Apollo is damn near the sexiest guy on Earth - literally a Greek god - and you're recently single."
Penny laughed, "I didn't know you were into the muscle-bound types."
"How long do you think you'll be gone?"
"Shouldn't take more than a day or two," Penny guessed, "At least I hope not; I can't afford to skip classes for very long without getting seriously behind."
"Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?" Jordan looked slightly concerned.
"Don't worry about me," Penny winked, "I'll bring you back a post-card." | How to Date a Superhero Ch. 03 | [
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It was weird; the dalmatian behind the counter had been rather insistent he add the small bottle to his order. Claimed it was the perfect scent for him, matched his bodychemistry or something. He had even gone so far as to give it to him for free.
Sarovak just couldn't shake the weird feeling about the bottle though, even as he lie in his bed and stare at the multifaceted bottle as light filtered through it... It was almost hypnotic to watch the light dancing along it. The other stuff from the store; Namely an antique clock, two old pictures, and an old worn leather strap, which he thought would look nice around his arm, were lying on the table.
"What the hell... He said it'd be perfect for me, right?" He said with a laugh, sitting up and grabbing the bottle. Sniffing the nozzle experimentally, he was pretty sure that it was nothing but water... But he sprayed some on his chest anyways, and got up to get ready for the club.
What he didn't hear, was the door to his apartment opening slowly, or the footsteps inside. He was too busy in the bathroom, having stripped down to his underwear, with the outfit he intended to wear next to him. Music was playing gently, distracting him from the pair of yellow eyes that stared at him from the opening of the bathroom door.
Those smooth ears twitched for a moment, and slowly he turned, just in time to come face to face with a green, scaley face, about to shout something.
But then everything went black...
"Mmmm, Wake up Sleepy puppy..." A Gentle voice whispered, but Sarovak didn't want to wake up. No matter what his dreams were, there were always those glowing yellow eyes...
"Wake up..." The voice was more insistent this time, and Sarovak begrudgingly opened his eyes... and found himself staring at those same yellow ones. He wanted to panic, he wanted to run, but for some reason, he just stared at them...
"Good puppy... Your smell... Is intoxicating" The Green scaled face said, then slowly leaned in to run his tongue along the chest... It tickled a little, and when he looked down; Sarovak was shocked to see a darker reptile down by his feet. Scales of Dark blue, this one resembled more of a snake; with a lengthy, swaying tail behind him and two sharp fangs.
"Good, the pup is awake..." Blue spoke smoothly, a voice that made Sarovak want to drift back to sleep again. But he couldn't, because as his eyes started to dip down, he realized something... Both of these Reptiles were naked... And both of them were gorgeous.
As Green slowly moved, Sarovak's nose twitched, and the scent of the room stirred him more awake. Arousal. And not his own! It was then, as the green lizard crouched near his head, that Sarovak felt a heavy shaft resting on the back of his skull.
"Who are you people...?" He said in a voice that was too weak and soft to be his own. He still had his underwear on; but outlined nicely in the thin fabric was his own arousal. When did he get so hard?
"You can call us Master..." They said in Unison, and Sarovak gently nodded. That sounded right, sounded good to think about. And as he opened his mouth to speak again, the Green lizard shifted. "Enough talk" He said simply, and a thick bead of precum would fall from what appeared to be the largest cock Sarovak had ever seen. It landed right on his nose, and his went blurry and unfocused.
Sarovak had found the greatest smell in the world; He only barely noticed the red scolding the other, drifting back to hear...
"... If he'd swallowed it this early, we wouldn't have the fun of breaking him!" Was all he came back to hear, sitting up slowly to look at the two. The Red serpentine reptile was clearly the biggest; standing a full head over the other and with much bigger muscles. Sarovak's eyes moved of their own accord, the silvery blue orbs tracing down... And as the two continued arguing, he crawled forward.
Escape; they weren't watching, the door was open... he could run away! Get away from these two. Yes, thats what he could do...
Instead, he'd crawled right to them, and softly whispered "Masters..." Before he pressed closer to the Red; and his tongue slowly ran up along his cock. It tasted better than he'd imagined possible, groaning softly With a smug look, the Green said "See? Worked out fine," which promptly got him smacked upside the head.
"Shut up and let him enjoy himself..." The red hissed out, feeling the tongue swirl around the fleshy shaft; teasing his foreskin. The Pup was rewarded with the start of a heavy flow of Precum.
Every drop that went past his lips clouded the vision of that door further and further. Three more licks, and he felt a hand on the back of his head; Unceremoniously shoving him down to force his open muzzle to take the cock.
Nothing else existed at that point, just this room, these two, and their pleasure. Unfortunately, the red proved too large; Sarovak couldn't take more than a muzzleful, gulping down precum as it flowed. Clearly displeased, the large scalie pushed him off. "Can't take me in that pretty little mouth of yours? Fine... There are other options" He hissed, and promptly tore the underwear off, making Sarovak yelp.
The sudden loss of the flavor had his brain start thinking, but it was like swimming through mud; Everything was slow, hard to understand. He was supposed to... Supposed to... What was it!
"Ssssuck..." The green hissed out, and Sarovak found his lips around another cocktip; this one more manageable in size. Yeah... That was it; He was supposed to Suck. Rolling onto his stomach slowly, he got up on his knees to start sucking on the cock. Deeper; he could take it deeper... and slowly, as his mind drifted away from his body, his throat yielded to the insistent green.
The green had help, of course; The sharp gasp Sarovak gave as a serpentine tongue pushed into his tail had opened the way, and now he was having trouble breathing. Every breath was a heady musk, aroma of sex and lust... The Red was clearly impatient; just a light coating of saliva was all Sarovak got before hands grabbed his hips. A Slight struggle started, and the Green shoved himself tot he hilt.
Heaven... Sarovak was pretty sure he'd just had his face shoved into pure bliss; tongue rolling and sucking as his stomach started to fill with copius precum.
Unfortunately that abruptly ended when the Red sought his pleasure. Thick and hard as steel, his cock was forced into Sarovak and made his mind cry out in pain. But his body just continued to suck down the sweet, addictive pre seed.
"Relax... Relax, and accept your fate..." The Red whispered in his ear as his cock spread Sarovak wider than the wolf had ever imagined possible, precum lubing the way a bit.
He did; Sarovak relaxed... And with a steady push, he found himself effectively speared on two cock sat once, lungs burning for air but the Green wouldn't relent; Ass burning for relief, but the red just ground forward. They wouldn't let him loose, They wouldn't pull back. Sarovak would have to work for their pleasure...
And he did. Clenching, he started to squirm while working to bob his head; They were Master, they deserved the pleasure and the effort. After a few awkward moments of squirming and sucking, they relented. Careful motions started to work insync with each other; While the Red pushed forward, it would slide the Green's cock deeper into his mouth, rocking the pup back and forth.
Sarovak hadn't even noticed when his first orgasm had come; but the red was smearing the seed along the wolf's chest as he started to pick up the pace, every thrust a symphony of wet slaps and slurps. Precum was soaking his thighs, leaking from his abused tail.
The Green went first; As he came, he tilted up his head and let out a low, loud hiss that rumbled in the room, followed by the first spurt. Sarovak expected to be held down; but after the first few shots went straight down his throat, The red pulled him back. A change of positions; the wolf helplessly suspended, supported by hands on his thighs and a cock in his tail, forced to bounce along the shaft as it neared its orgasm. The result was a rather effective white shower; Cum splashed and coated the wolf's face and chest, marking him so perfectly.
The Red's orgasm was much easier to detect. The cock seemed to thicken as it pulsed, and thick cream pumped deep into the ass. But there was one thing that had told Sarovak of the orgasm more than anything... Those fangs, sinking into his shoulder. With that small burst of pain; his mind was gone, the hypnotic combination of cum and venom overwhelming and erasing all that was Sarovak.
All that was left... was Pup. And Pup panted sweetly as he felt his Master pull out; felt the seed still flowing from the cock coat his back end. His green Master moved, crouching infront of him. As he was sandwiched between their chests, he felt both of those cocks pressing to his stretched, loose tail. Sarovak would've been scared; panicked... but Pup; He only moaned and tilted his head back.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that almost seemed familiar... A faceted glass bottle, fitted with a spray nozzle on top. And a gorgeous slim dalmatian, picking it up and fading away with the rest of his memories... | Effervescence by Damikun | [
"Anal",
"Canine",
"M/M",
"Mind Control",
"Oral",
"Reptile",
"Wet"
] |
An Understanding
Will awoke on his seventeenth birthday with a lump in his throat. He knew that it was almost over, but the pain was still unbearable. There was no denying the hold she had had over him. Taking the immense effort to drag himself out of his outdated bunk beds, Will came to the conclusion that if he was going to do what he was planning to do, he'd best have a full stomach. Climbing down the stairs slowly after dressing himself, Will was greeted warmly by his younger brother.
"Aren't you over that girl yet?" he asked. "It's been three months!"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. She was stupid." The lump grew. "I'm totally over her."
"Good. I'm sick of you moping around the house like the world is coming to an end or something."
The world can't come to an end. It's already ended, thought Will to himself as he continued on his way to the refrigerator. He was hungry, yes, but as he examined its contents, he realized that everything in the refrigerator required chewing, and he was in no mood to chew. Deciding, therefore, on a glass of milk, Will plopped down in front of the TV to see what was going on in the world. No matter what the news was, it couldn't possibly make him feel any worse. He flipped on the set.
"*** and the child was returned home safely. In other news, an area man was arrested today for having sex with a horse. We'll have the details:" Will flipped off the set. This subject really struck a nerve. It was just the mention of a horse that did it. She... had loved horses.
Will sighed as he drifted to memories of times spent at her stable, watching her trot on her beautiful Appaloosa named Pablo. The stallion would prance about and she would appear to be truly, truly happy. And seeing his first love truly happy was the best feeling in the world for Will.
The memory shifted. Will was suddenly back in the hotel room by the water park. He had been invited to spend the weekend there with his girlfriend and her family. He remembered the comment she made. It had angered him so badly, and for no real reason. He... lost control. Will stood, walked to her, and hit her, hard, on the right side of her face. Oh, sure, they tried to work through it, she even said that she'd forgiven him, but from that night on, their relationship had never been the same, up until she finally broke it off with him at the end of the previous school year. Now school was getting ready to resume, and he had no desire at all to see her. Not just because of the fact that the relationship had ended, but due to the shame and self-loathing that Will now felt. As far as he was concerned, his life ended that night along with his relationship, and it was now just a matter of time before he finally got his things together in order to perform the inevitable.
Today.
Will had it all planned out. For symbolism, he was going to perform the task he had set himself at the stable where he once saw her happy and carefree. His life would end where hers found its meaning. Will smiled to himself, a luxury he rarely afforded himself. He was ready.
The drive to the stable was uneventful. He made the 40-minute trip with no problems whatsoever, and he took this as a sign that the universe approved of what he was planning. Pulling into the stable, he took a long whiff of the smell of the horses around him. This was it.
Will got out of the car. He took the knife that he had stolen from his mother from his back pocket. He didn't hesitate a moment. There was a sudden burning, searing pain on the left side of his chest. Will fell to his knees in agony. And the last memory he formed was of Pablo, her horse, rushing over to him, nuzzling his neck, and... impossibly... forming a tear for him.
Where was Will? He certainly wasn't in his bunk bed. The surface on which he found himself was much too hard for that.
And the memory of what he had done came flooding back to him. Will smiled. It had been a success. But this wasn't heaven, and it certainly wasn't hell. So where was he?
"William?"
No. There was no one around. He must have just missed his target, that's all. Will looked down at his torn shirt, looked at the hole where the knife pierced him. The shirt was covered in dried blood, but there was no wound to be found underneath it. What had happened?
"William! I know you can hear me!"
"Whoa, who's there?" demanded Will in shock. There was no one for miles, he was sure of that. He made sure that no one was around : he didn't want to perform his suicide in front of an audience. He stood up, and was greeted by the long face of a horse.
"I am Pablo."
"Pablo's a horse. Who's playing a trick on me?" He knew it was her, trying to get back at him for what he had done for her.
"I am equine in nature, yes."
"Okay, I'll play along. If you're speaking, why aren't your lips moving?"
"I am communing directly with the subconscious part of your brain."
"Fuck this. I'm out of here." Will turned to where his car was still parked, and resigned himself to try to end his own life another day.
"YOU CANNOT LEAVE!" The humongous horse galloped in between Will and his car and looked him straight in the eye. "Forgive me, but now that I have communicated with you, you cannot leave until you understand the implications of both of our actions."
"Wait... you're really talking to me?" The horse acting on his words was very convincing, indeed.
"Yes. We are one now. I healed you, both physically and mentally. We are now bonded."
"Wait. Bonded?"
"Yes. We are forever inseparable. A part of my soul now resides within you."
"I'm like... a horcrux?"
"You've read Harry Potter as well, I see," chuckled Pablo. "No, not in that crude sense. We are merely one in the same now."
"'Merely?' That sounds a bit more than 'merely' to me!" said Will with a chuckle, even though the thoughts going through him at the moment were far from humorous.
"Well, if you don't want to be bonded, I could just let you die. I believe that was your intention anyway."
"It was. But... " Will trailed off. He had wanted to kill himself, it was true, but now... now he wasn't so sure. This horse had saved his life.
"Why did you bond with me?" asked Will, now having given up on getting to his car and sitting on a nearby log.
"I couldn't let you die. Not with your history with:"
"Okay! Okay!" Will couldn't hear her name. "But she hates me now. Wouldn't you want me to die?"
"Not necessarily. Though she is my master, our opinions aren't always one in the same. And I've always felt kind of... close to you since that night in the barn."
Will remembered that night. It was cold, wet, and storming. She hated storms, and Will was cuddling with her, the two leaning against Pablo who was lying in his stall. He thought he'd felt something from Pablo then, but was too involved in keeping her safe to notice.
"Why wouldn't you let me ride you?" Pablo had never let Will mount him, even after the months they had been acquainted.
"I was afraid you'd like it too much and get a horse of your own," Pablo replied simply. Will felt something else coming from Pablo now.
"Pablo... I've never been able to tell you this in front of her, but I think I love you more than she does. I've craved seeing you. I... really do love you." Will finished lamely.
Pablo walked slowly up to Will and nuzzled him. "I love you too, Will. But... if she ever finds out..." Will understood what he meant. She would kill the both of them if she found out Will was seeing him.
"That's an obstacle, yes. Do you commune with her?"
"No. You're the only human to whom I've ever spoken," said Pablo sheepishly. Will was flattered, but also puzzled.
"Really? I love you, man!"
And they hugged. Will's arms wrapped around Pablo's neck, Pablo wrapping himself around Will's back. Will never wanted to kill himself less than at that very moment. And there was a stirring in Pablo, a familiar feeling, not unwelcome, but interesting nonetheless.
"Pablo? Are you... dropping?" asked Will, spotting the huge penis beginning to fall from its sheath.
"I told you I love you, didn't I? I admit that I have had fantasies... involving the two of us..."
"Me, too!" exclaimed Will. "Only I never thought it would actually happen."
"Would you like it to happen?" Pablo asked.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Okay, then. Follow me."
Pablo led Will into the barn, where he immediately stripped down to his underwear. He opened the gate to Pablo's stall, letting him enter, and couldn't help but stare at the huge horsedick now swinging between his legs.
"Pablo? How are we going to..."
"Shh. That's not for some time. For now, I just want us to pleasure each other."
"Umm, okay!" said Will. Will approached Pablo's face, brought himself down to the big mouth, and kissed it fully, running his tongue over the horse's lips until they parted, allowing his tongue access to the caverns within. His own erection now throbbing, Will broke the kiss after what seemed an eternity and removed his boxers.
"You're not unimpressive yourself, kiddo," said Pablo, glancing downwards.
"Very funny, Pablo." Will's dick had never been impressive at a measly five and a half inches, but it got the job done well enough. As if to apologize, Pablo pushed Will against the wall of the stall and brought his face down to sniff Will's cock. He shuddered.
"A nice musk you have. I like that," said Pablo, a little shakily. And Pablo took the human's penis deep into his mouth so that Will could feel his hot breath on his pubis, and Pablo started sucking. Nothing in Will's wildest dreams could have prepared him for how it felt to get a blowjob from a horse. Within seconds, Will's balls began to tighten. He said, "Pablo... I'm getting ready to..."
"Shh. Let it happen," said Pablo without removing his mouth (one of the benefits of telepathic communication). Bobbing his head, Pablo ran his tongue up and down the shaft in his mouth as fast as he could, and he could hear Will's breath speed and eventually stop completely as a torrent of human cum came gushing out of the penis in his mouth. Spurt after spurt hit Pablo's tongue until Will was empty, gasping, and sweating.
Without a word, Will brought up the big horse's head to his own and kissed him, hard. Their tongues meeting, Pablo deposited a hefty load of Will's own cum into his mouth, and the two spit it back and forth until there was no flavor left at all. Spotting Pablo's now-throbbing erection, Will said, "Your turn now, stallion." He dropped down between the horse's legs and took the huge meat in his hands.
"Are you sure, Will?" asked Pablo. "You understand that when I flare..."
"I know all about horse cocks, Pablo. Now let me work." Will kissed the tip of the head gently, running his fingers all the way along the shaft until he came to the enormous balls at the end, and back up again. Pablo shuddered. Without warning, Will took as much of the cock into his mouth as he could, while plunging downwards with his hands to simulate a mare's vagina as well as he could. Pablo grunted audibly. He repeated the motion several more times until Pablo told him, "Watch out! I'm flaring!" The huge head of the horse's cock expanded in Will's throat, but he didn't mind, as he saw the stallion's balls retract up into his body and knew that his prize was within sight. Will pulled his mouth off of the penis until only the humongous head remained in his mouth, and pushed his tongue hard against the very tip, sending Pablo over the edge. Blast after blast of sweet horsecum splattered Will's throat and tongue, and Pablo tried his best to thrust into Will, but Will knew what to expect and kept him under control as his orgasm finally abated. Will backed off the cock with a huge slurp and got up to kiss Pablo again, again sharing the cum between the two of them.
"We need to do this again," gasped Pablo.
"Only if you want, love," said Will coyly. He finally swallowed what cum he could and scritched Pablo behind the ears.
Will now knew what he had to live for. And it was recovering from an orgasm right in front of him. | An Understanding, Chapter 1 by habook2 | [
"Gay",
"Horse",
"Human",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Story Series",
"Teenagers"
] |
*Kimmy wasn't going to let this go without a fight. For sometime now she had listened to and felt jealous of Rena and Cleo. Rena could feel Axel and Black's emotions, and Cleo when in her Angewomon form, could see both Axel and Black. They both had a personal connection with this god. And now Kimmy wanted something, anything that she could have all to herself. "Black," whispered Kimmy as she slid her hand down to his thick leather belt, "don't make me beg..."
*Black tried to stifle the growing urge she was setting off inside him, but the deep groan that suddenly slipped forth gave it all away. Reaching down under her backside, he hefted the human teen up as he stood... she was now, more or less, sitting on his right forearm. With a giggle of glee the girl quickly threw her hands around his thick neck and held on.*
*And suddenly there was nothing but darkness...*
*Axel & Rena. Chap 41*
*Rena groaned happily as the morning sun broke through the window of her room and began to climb its way up her furry body. It had been a long time since she had slept in her mother's house, let alone in her old room, it was a welcome comfort after all she'd been though. But then so was the body that was snoozing away next to her.*
*Turning slowly over onto her side, the digi-fox reached out and gently pulled the sleeping Gatomon into her open arms, cuddling it close to her chest. Cleo barely opened an eye, let alone cared that she was being hugged into Rena's large breasts. Purring contently she snuggled back into the sun warmed digi-fox and continued to doze.*
"Do you think we should wake them?"
"No Mary," Leo smiled as he and the elder Benden sibling looked in on the sleeping digimon. "I think its best to let then be."
"I guess your right," the redhead sighed, gently closing the flimsy wooden door.*
"Of course I'm right," Leo smiled broadly before slipping an arm behind her rump and turning her down the hall. "Now then, I heard this odd rumor that there is a natural hot spring out back..."
"Really?"
"Yep," the lion nodded, giving her backside a squeeze. "Want to help me find it?"
"Why not," she giggled as she gave her ass a little shake. "I've never done it in a hot spring..."
*Leo gave a slow shake of his head as he followed his human mate back to their room to grab a few towels.*
*
*There was indeed a hot spring towards the back of the pagoda's well-kept grounds. The first thing one came across was a three-sided hut that held several small benches and shelves where one could shed and keep their clothes. A pleasant stone path led from the tiny hut down through a small but quaint garden that ringed the springs and gave it a feeling of privacy. The spring itself was a nice size with lots of odd looking rocks 'n' boulders jutting out here and there, some of which had places to sit carved into them.*
*Mary couldn't help it as she made a cooing noise, with the help of the rising sun; the bathing springs and its surroundings were just too beautiful for words.*
*Both she and Leo had shed their clothes back at the hut and were quickly making their way the short distance to the steaming water when the sound of a childish giggle drifted their way. Pausing in place, Mary held up a hand to stop her lion-man and put a finger to her lips... the universal sign for "keep quiet".*
*Leo's ears perked high as he and his mate ducked low and crept towards the source of the giggling.*
"How did you manage it," Axel's voice floated up, "or do I want to know?"
"Well..." came Kimmy's reply, "let's just say that I appealed to his carnal lust for..."
"You can stop right there," Axel cut the teen off from her explanation. "I'd rather not know what you two where up to." *
*
"I still can't believe you got Black to take you into the void," Axel sighed as he relaxed in the steaming waters of the spring.*
*After their little trip into the void, Kimmy had decided to venture out to the hot spring and soak the void's chill from her body. Yet upon realizing the erotic effect hot springs had on humans, she had begged Black to go with her. Black on the other hand claimed to not have enough energy after their trip through the void, reverting control back to Axel. Axel, still in his digimon form, was more then happy to join his niece for a dip and so here they were.*
*Yet poor Axel had no clue what Kimmy had had in mind for Black... and now for him...*
*They had begun by being rather quiet and respectful of each other's privacy. The oversized pond had an almost lazy 'L' shape to it so they had started off at opposite sides. Yet as they relaxed in the heavenly water they began to talk. This led to a surprising opening of how each felt for the other and, in a rather short time, Kimmy had ventured over to her uncle's side of the hot spring.*
*At first Axel had retaliated by sinking up to his snout in the hot bath and covering his lap with a small towel he had brought out with him. Yet again, as they talked, this forced him to sit up, so as to answer and ask her questions. Before he knew it the wet towel had wound up covering his furry forehead and, Axel wasn't sure how she had managed it, Kimmy had moved between his legs and now sat with her back pressed against his strong chest... her backside grinding down on his sheath.*
*This also meant that his quickly hardening shaft was trapped between them.*
*Letting out another happy sigh, Kimmy reached out and gently brought his arms up and around her shoulders before snuggling back against her uncle's fuzzy chest. "Are you sure you don't want to know," she questioned as she felt his tool slip past her buttocks and throb against the small of her back. "Or would you rather I just show you why Black gave into me..."
"I do believe that you have already started that, and while the offer is tempting," he began, still trying to think of a way out of this situation. "I still can't help but feel that it is in some way... wrong."
"Honestly..." Kimmy gave a snort before sitting up. Turning in place, she locked eyes and glared at her uncle. "I want you Axel Benden, Rena's ok with it, so is Cleo... even Mom said it was ok..."
"I...I know," he visibly shivered for Kimmy now sat astride his sheath. Trying hard not to stare openly at her young breasts, he again informed her of his feelings, "But that doesn't change anything. I still feel that the relationship that you want with me is wrong."
"Oh come on," she snarled as she stood up before her uncle and spread her hands out to her side, gesturing at her tight body. "You can't tell me that you don't want a piece of me..."
"To be truthful," Axel, try as he might, couldn't help it as his glowing eyes were drawn to where the water just barely kissed the teen's hairless pink sex. "Parts of me would love nothing better than to show you what you mean to mmmm..."
*Kimmy had finally had enough, with her uncle in mid sentence she darted forward and locked her young lips to his. Axel was caught so off guard that he didn't try to resist. With the first step now taken, Kimmy didn't wait for her uncle to recover, holding the kiss she slowly she sank back into the water and onto his lap. *
*
"Mary," the lion-man asked in whisper. "Would you like me to intervene before it's too late?"
"Shhhhh," Mary hissed as she reached up and covered Leo's mouth with a hand. "This is something that Kimmy has wanted for a long time," she said softly. "I trust Kimmy and I trust my brother... so we will watch and only interfere if needed..."
*Leo wasn't sure what aroused him more, the sight of Mary hiding in the beautiful garden on all fours, naked... The fact that she wanted to watch her daughter and brother mate... Or the overpowering smell of sex that was now starting to fill the air... either way, he was getting a massive hardn.*
*
"So..." Kimmy asked as she broke the kiss and locked eyes with the black digi-fox she so wanted. "Do you still think this is wrong?"
"...yes..." her uncle finally managed to whisper. Yet even as he answered her, she felt his idle hands brush her knees, slowly moving, sliding up her creamy thighs.*
*Axel's touch was shy but heavy on her legs. Shivers ran up her spine as he began to stroke her skin with his talented fingers. Kimmy let a hiss of pleasure escape her as she wrapped her arms about Axel's neck and bent her body to his. Even in the hot water of the springs, his midnight fur was cool against the teen's skin and she couldn't help but press her hardening nipples into his strong chest.*
*His hands moved further up her body while he slowly began to relent. Both felt the strong pangs of pleasure for Axel's throbbing cock was now trapped between his belly and her tight sex. Sparkles flashed before Kimmy's eyes as her clitoris brushed the surface of his hard shaft. Closing her eyes, she gently laid her chin on her uncle's shoulder as she felt herself fall into a pit of pleasure while his hands stroked her body.*
"We shouldn't be doing this..."
"Shhh." she whispered.*
"But..."
*With a frustrated sigh, Kimmy sat back and again addressed her uncle, "Axel... Shut up."
*To emphasize her words, she grabbed his right hand, the hand he did his art with, and began to kiss it. Slowly she parted her wet lips over his thumb and began to suck on it, running her tongue around his knuckle and kissing his hand erotically. Axel shut up. With one hand now occupied, he continued to stroke her, only now he had moved to her belly.*
*Again Kimmy shivered, moaning as she nuzzled her uncle's fur covered drawing hand, for the other had moved up to her pert breasts. He rubbed and massaged each in turn, paying special attention to her pink nipples. "...oh Axel..." she breathed and pressed herself onto his roving palm, crushing his thick fingers into her nipples harder, becoming more and more hot and horny for the only man she had ever loved.*
*Finally it happened, taking a deep breath Axel let out a long sigh, and let go of his apprehensions. As for Kimmy, she happily relinquished control as her uncle's hidden lust for her suddenly sprang forth. Settling back into his lap, she cooed as his hand aggressively cupped her developing breast, thumb pressing, rubbing, and stroking her nipple.*
*As one hand engulfed her now sensitive breast, the other slipped below her backside and hefted her up. With her breasts now at head height, Axel's mouth lowered. The gasp that slipped from Kimmy echoed through the secluded bath spring. Without even realizing it, she began to run her fingers through his dark fur, now immersed in pleasure, she moaned for the older man.*
*Kimmy was reveling in the sensations running through her while Axel nibbled and nursed on her pink bud. Yet he wasn't content with this arrangement, pulling his hand away, he gently started kissing his way back n forth, from one breast to the other. Now free, his left hand slowly ventured down her trembling stomach, lower and lower it slid until it found its way to center of Kimmy's heat and desire.*
*She gasped, her eyes flew wide and her head snapped back as she felt his claw tipped fingers lightly brush her aroused clit. The sparkles in her eyes flared into bright stars. With his talented mouth sucking and nibbling on her pert tits, Axel... the one she longed for... had without warning, slipped one of his thick fingers past the silky lips of her sex. Kimmy's breath caught in her throat as the morning sky spun high above her.*
*Closing her eyes, Kimmy turned inward, sensing with every fiber of her being as Axel touched... how she loved it. Oh so gently his finger slipped deeper into her core, searching for and finding her most elusive spot... softly he pressed a claw. The steaming water seemed to engulf the teen and she couldn't hold the inevitable off. "Ooh Axelll..." she gasped as she gripped his shoulder for support, her body shuttering in a powerful orgasm.*
*Never in her life had Kimmy ever climaxed so quickly, not even during her first time with Cleo.*
*With a slight chuckle, Axel pulled her close and held her in his strong arms until she finally relaxed into the steamy water. "T..that wasss amazing," she slowly panted, regaining her breath.*
*
*Back in the nearby cover of the garden, Mary and Leo sat mesmerized by what they had just witnessed... and it had left them both wanting to see more. As Mary watched her own brother pleasure her daughter, she had absently reached between her now spread thighs and started to stroke her aroused pussy lips. As for Leo, with his mate still on all fours before him, he was getting a spectacular view of both Mary and the two making love in the hot spring... his erection was now throbbing painfully.*
"Mary,"
"hmmm..." she barely replied her eyes locked on the action before her.*
"Marrry," Leo urgently whispered again.*
"What," Mary hissed as she tore her attention away from her daughter and shot a glance back at the lion man. The sight of Leo's painful predicament brought her up short, "Leo, are you ok?" however she knew the answer well before he could respond. *
"Please Mary, it hurts..." he breathed, eyes pleading.*
*Taking a moment to register everything that was happening around her, Mary finally took pity on her overly furry lion-man. "Leo, I'm your tamer and mate," she smiled back over her shoulder as she wiggled her hips and flashed him with her dripping sex. "I wouldn't be much of either if I denied you."
"Huh?" Leo blinked, in his current state of need, he couldn't figure out what she was getting at.*
*The redhead could only giggle at her mate's clueless look. "How about this," she gave him a knowing wink and said what she knew would get him going. "Fuck me big boy...breed me hard and fill me with your cubs..."
*That was all the encouragement Leo needed, hardening even more at the thought of mating her until she swelled with his child, Leo took hold of his rod and shifted behind her. Mary was trying to glance back at him over her shoulders, her back forced to dip by her spread knees, and her position in the flowering bushes presenting him with her gorgeous spread ass.*
*Leo caught her by the hips as he nudged his barbed crown against her southern lips, sliding along her cleft until he found her ripe opening. He knew his size would be easier on her now that they had had time to adjust to one another. This time, with her pussy slick with juice, he thrust fully into her with one deep thrust.*
*Mary bit her tongue to keep from moaning out loudly and disturbing her brother and daughter. Yet this didn't stop her from making a squeaky noise as Leo's gripping fingers forced her back on his swollen shaft, impaling her to the core. Both lovers froze however as they herd a loud gasp from the hot springs.*
*Mary's head snapped forward and together she and Leo watched as Kimmy reached down between herself and Axel, taking hold of something below the water.*
*
*Sliding back slightly, straddling Axel's legs, Kimmy reached down between them and began to stroke Axel's hard cock, her slim fingers griping his meaty shaft, forming a small fist. Leaning in, she pressed a deep kiss to her uncle's lips, their tongues dancing as she traces the tip of his fox cock with a fingernail. She moved slowly at first, enjoying Axel's reaction to her caressing grip. With Axel now moaning in the kiss, she slid her other hand down, cupping his large fuzzy balls.*
*She giggled as she felt Axel almost jump out of her grasp when she ran her thumb gently over his heavy balls, his cock growing harder and harder as her tempo increased. She knew she had him when he began to squirm beneath her and the base of his tool began to swell. *
"Kimmy," Axel breathed as he finally pulled back and broke the passionate kiss. "Please, I can't take much more..."
"Am I your Beta?" she asked as she drew a line along the underside of his prick, from his sack to the head of his cock with a thumbnail.*
"Y..yes," he nodded quickly, closing his eyes tight.*
"And I can have sex with you?" she asked as she drew the same line back down. "Whenever Rena says I can?"
"Hell yes," She had him almost in tears.*
*With a wicked grin on her face, Kimmy's hand stopped at the base of Axel's cock, holding tightly to his rapidly forming knot. A mischievous smile crossed her young face as she crawled forward, positioning her young sex just above his throbbing member. Both she and her uncle let out a gasp as she lowered herself, small pussy lips being forced open by a large cock. Axel was quickly lost to the exquisite pleasure of feeling her tight velvet walls grasping him.*
*Kimmy almost howled as inch by inch her uncle's cock stretched her open. This was only the second time she had ever taken this monster into her tiny sex and she couldn't help the thought that formed in the back of her sex crazed mind... 'God, it feels like I'm being ripped in two!'*
*With her pussy lips stretched taught, she could feel his cock pulse inside her, vibrating in time with Axel's heart as it filled her up. Only now, with over half of his cock jammed into her warm depths, did she let go of his shaft... sliding her hands up his muscular stomach to knead at his chest. "Ooh Axel," she whimpered as she looked into his glazing red eyes, "You feel so good, so deep... I love you..."
*Gently, as one of her dreams was unfolding before her, Axel reached up and stroked her chin. "I know," was all he said before drawing her into another deep kiss, only this time there was true, unmistakable love behind it. Together they moved, thrusting as one, sending small waves crashing out into the rocks of the hot springs.*
*
*The sight of Kimmy taking Axel's cock was like adding fuel to Mary's already inflamed passion. She moaned and bucked back onto Leo's massive dick with more force, her hair swishing over her back as he slid up deep inside of her. "Harder, please," she begged as he pulled back and began to ram into her, the rounded barbs on the head of his cock scraping her inflamed tunnel as it quivered around him with each plunging thrust.*
"That's it Kimmy, you're doing real good," Leo muttered an encouragement to the girl whose mother he was working himself inside of like a piston. He didn't give Mary much time to brace herself as he pulled almost out of her before driving back into her to the hilt. He knew she was getting close, watching her little girl getting fucked was proving too much for the redhead. Despite this, he knew that if he slowed down even a little, that his fiery mate would skin him alive.*
*Oh God she loved what Leo was doing to her even as she struggled weakly to stay on all fours, her body wet and slick from his cock. His hand slid over her hip and beneath her, his fingers delving in her light thatch of red curls to find her tight little bud nestled in dewy folds. She began to moan softly as his finger rubbed and stroked her, driving her into a frenzy of need and soon she was bucking back on his spearing prick.*
*All the while she watched as Kimmy grunted loudly each time her brother shoved himself in and out of her depths. Mary could just imagine Axel thrusting deep until his cock threatened to punch a hole into her daughter's womb and his balls pressed tight against Kimmy's ass. Together uncle and niece moved in exquisite unison, again and again, in a rhythm that almost matched the erratic beating of Leo and Mary's hearts.*
*
*Kimmy was in a state of pure bliss, loving the way her tight pussy lips strained around Axel's thickening knot, a popping feeling accompanied by waves of pleasure as it slipped past her opening again and again. With his hands on her hips, helping her to ride her new toy, she leaned in and began to cover her lover with kisses, his neck, his cheeks, forehead and lips, stopping only after he began to thrust into her depths even harder.*
*The teen cried out as Axel began slamming against her cervix, her back arching as he impaled her on his thick hard cock over and over. "OH YES... Harder, Please god, Tie With Me!" Tears started to trickle down her cheeks as she begged and pleaded with him, her muscles instinctively clenching around him as the bulge at the base of his shaft grew too big for her to easily take onto her sex.*
*Kimmy groaned as painfully exquisite friction filled her as she tried to take the knot of flesh. With short quick thrusts, Axel's wild bucking began to falter inside of her, and she gloried at how his cock stretched her young sex as she clamped around him like a fist. She knew he couldn't hold out much longer, yet by the pressure building at the swell of her cunt as he rammed into her, she didn't have that long either.*
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*Mary's eyes were now glued to the lovers in the water, watching how Kimmy's pert breasts jiggled with the power of Axel's thrusts. Their bodies slapped and sloshed the waters as he thrust against her, making her writhe atop him. *
*Mary was in a wildfire of emotions, feeling the exquisite tension between her thighs build until she was lost to everything but the sight of her daughter's young body as she bucked wildly. And as Leo forced himself past her inner most barrier from behind with a sharp, deep thrust... It was all too much. Mary quickly stuffed her towel into her mouth as she felt the tension snap, blissful waves of pleasure wash over her as her pussy rippled and shuddered around the large cock that filled it as she came with a muffled scream.*
Leo wasn't as lucky for he let loose a reverberating roar out as he pounded into his mate. Both his hands grasped her hips as the glistening length of his cock slid in and he held her tight to his groin. The lion-man shook as his seed exploded into her with great shuddering bursts, filling Mary with his warmth.
*
*Faster and faster Axel and Kimmy thrust together, their moans a loud symphony declaring their love for one another. The water in the spring crashed over the surrounding rock in waves, sending water spilling to the tiled path, but they hardly seemed to notice. Finally, Kimmy could hold out no longer. Throwing her head back she spasmed hard, clinching at the cock that penetrated her depths.*
*That was it for Axel, he thrust into her sharply one last time, smashing his knot against and finally past her already stretched lips. A screech of both pleasure and pain ripped from the teen's throat as his steely shaft smashed into her inner core and his knot locked their two bodies as one. Light flashed before Kimmy's eyes as she felt the first spurts of her uncle's hot seed deep inside of her, her ongoing orgasm suddenly flaring into a brighter climax as her womb began to fill with his seed. With a third scream, that sounded more like a roar, she collapsed atop Axel's gray furred chest.*
*She lay still for quite some time, her breath coming in ragged gasps while her cunt quivering around the bulge now trapped within her. Every fiber of the teen's being was focused on the pleasure swirling around in her slit each time Axel's cock pulsed deep inside her. Over and over she felt the joyful throb from his shaft as it spat, painting the walls of her womb with his seed until at long last he was empty. It was only then that Kimmy felt his lips nuzzling her neck as her body slowly came back down to earth.*
"So this is where you all are," The sound of Rena's voice sparked in Axel's mind, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. The sudden jerk drove Kimmy to hiss through her teeth as she sank her nails painfully into his back. "Kimmy... Kimmy, you're drawing blood dear..." he winched, yet again this only made him move within his niece even more. "Rena, a little help here?"
*Yet aid was slow in coming. As slowly as possible, Axel slipped himself into a more up-right sitting position. This allowed him to crane his neck around and look for his mate.*
*It wasn't hard to locate her tall yellow form, she was standing over near the brightly colored flowering bushes that helped ring the warm pool. Her attention however was on something in the bushes instead of him and Kimmy. Rena stood with hands on hips, while next to her Cleo was trying hard not to laugh...*
*Slowly two sheepish figures rose from out of the bushes.*
"Oh god," Axel couldn't help but groan as he realized that Mary and Leo had been spying. If it were not for the fact that his niece's sex was still trapped on his throbbing shaft... Axel sighed and wanted to sink up to his snout, using the water to hide that he was now brooding, but that would drown the much smaller girl resting atop him.*
*The last twenty-four hours hadn't exactly been a picnic for Axel, and now, here he was caught with his dick in his niece.*
*'Let it go kid,'* Black smiled as he floated past. Though only visible to the cartoonist, he appeared to be lying atop the pools surface. With hands behind his head and eyes closed, the ghostly shadow seemed in a relaxed state. *'This was all preordained, so just learn to live with it...'*
*'Easy for you to say,' Axel thought back. 'You're not the one who has to live with the repercussions from what has just happened here.'*
*'Truthfully, yeah I do,'* the ghost opened one glowing eye. *'You forget that we are now one, my dear self. So what ever affects you, affects me.'*
*'So you are going to help me out with this problem,' Axel silently gestured towards the teen who sat astride him.*
*'All the way to the bedroom,'* a mischievous smile now dominated Black's muzzle.*
*'That's not the help I need,'*
*'Says you...'* the shadowy phantom retorted. Yet after a moment of dead silence from Axel, Black decided the game was over. With a sigh he shifted to his side, propping himself up on an elbow. *'Ok, besides the whole, I fucked my niece thing... What else to you need my help with?'*
*Axel considered this for a moment before responding, 'What should I do when we confront Sam?'*
*'Nothing...'* The almost quiet way in which Axel had asked the question had spoken volumes to the digi-god. In a way, Black had known that his other half still felt something for the heartless bitch, just as Axel had still felt a brotherly connection to Josh.*
*Somehow he understood that killing one friend had been too high a price for Axel, having to destroy another might...*
*'We can't do nothing,' Axel was about to protest, yet Black stopped him.*
*'I didn't say we, I meant you,'* Black elaborated. *'Through this whole mess you have tried to shoulder all the responsibility, but not anymore. It's high time you asked for help, starting with that wife of ours.'*
*'Rena...' the black Renamon blinked.*
*'Yes,'* the shadow was now sitting up and had locked eyes with his other half. *'When it comes to Sam, you will not do a damn anything. Instead you will let Rena finish what Sam started back on earth.'*
"Axel... Axel dearest..."
*Blinking, it took Axel a moment for reality to refocus before his eyes. Standing before him was his yellow mate, thigh deep in water, a look of concern on her beautiful face. Looking around, he quickly noticed that Kimmy was no longer in his lap, but was in fact laying on the ledge of the hot spring while Cleo helped her hold a wet towel to her sensitive pussy.*
*He then realized that Mary and Leo had somehow found their way into the pool and that all were looking straight at him. "Did I miss something," he asked, slightly puzzled.*
*Giving out a groan, Rena shot a look towards Mary, yet the older Benden sibling only shrugged. "Don't look at me. You took him as your mate, so he's your problem now."
*Axel & Rena. Chap 42*
"So that's the plan?" Mary blinked, not sure what to think of her brother at this time, "Well I for one don't like it."
"I'm sorry Mary, but that's the way it has to be," Axel, now human, was pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off a headache.*
*If you think your going to go traipsing off into the digi-world, my daughter in hand, without me... then you're dead wrong," the older Benden growled, crossing her arms over her bare chest.*
*Currently most of Team 1, save for Kimmy and Cleo, were chest deep in the warm waters of the hot-springs. Mary and Leo now sat across from her brother and yellow mate, while Kimmy sat on the edge behind Axel, her legs dangling in the pool to either side of him with Cleo leaning against her. As for why the elder sibling was upset, Axel had just filled Team 1 in on his plans... and Mary wasn't happy.*
"If you would rather," Rena spoke up, "we can send Kimmy back with the children and you can come with us."
"What...alone?"
"Mary, it breaks down to this," Axel sighed, trying to enlighten his sister. "Someone has to escort the children back where we entered this world so that they can get home, meanwhile Rena and I need someone to come with us... that's just how it is."
"Fine," the older sibling grunted, "how about you and Rena take the kids back and Leo and I will take Kimmy and go fight Samantha."
"ummm... Mary, dear," interjected the lion-man. "If this Sam person does indeed have a Veemon who can become Anubismon, then the only one who could fight him and win... is Black."
"See mom, no matter how you cut it," Kimmy piped up as she absently petted her Gatomon. "One of us stays with Axel, and the other goes with the children."
"So the question one needs to ask," Axel locked eyes with his older sister. "Will you and Leo be the ones protecting the other children on their way home, or do you want to send Kimmy with them... alone?"
"Damn you Axel Benden," Mary snapped, sulking as she pressed herself into Leo's side. While she didn't like it, Axel was right. It all boiled down to who could better watch over the other tamer children on their way home... and in the long run, if Kimmy was safer with Axel, then alone. For the first time, Mary had to ignore her motherly instinct, and let her daughter go. "Fine, Leo and I with take the children home," she breathed in defeat, yet quickly her voice turned into a growl. "However, you had better protect Kimmy with your life Axel... do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear," he nodded.*
*
*After their soak, the rest of the day was spent gathering supplies and deciding who would be going ahead on the two digi-dragons. In the end 40 of the refugees and their digimon would be flying ahead, 20 on each dragon. This left Mary looking after 54 children plus their digimon... Lots of food, water and blankets would be needed for the long journey; most of which would be on foot.*
*This wouldn't be the case for Axel and his group.*
"Come on, we want to show you something," Cleo chirped while she ran ahead on all fours.*
"What now," Axel asked as Kimmy dragged him along by the hand.*
"You're going to love this," Rena smiled brightly.*
"So you say, but I'm..."
"We're here," Kimmy and Cleo exclaimed as they pulled him around a corner of a small hut and pointed towards the nearby barn. "It's in there..."
"What is?" Axel was a bit confused.*
"Go and find out, dear," Rena said as she gave her mate a little push.*
*With nothing else to do but follow their instructions, Axel gave a bit of a shrug and ventured on to the barn alone, his girls gazing on intently. He really wasn't sure just what to expect when he reached the huge door of the barn, but what he found happened to not be on his suspected mental list.*
*With a creek from metal hinges that hadn't seen oil in a long time, if ever, Axel pulled the door aside and stepped into the barn. The smell of decaying hay greeted his nose and for a moment he wanted to sneeze. A Mousemon or two skittered away as light flooded the structure and illuminated a great deal of the barn. Empty stalls, old farming equipment rusting away, and a broken feed cart were clearly visible to his enhanced eyes... as was the large tarp covered object that sat at the back of the barn.*
*Axel wasn't sure what was under the faded blue tarp, nor could he explain why he felt drawn to it. As if in slow motion, the man in black, his shadowy half soul beside him, stepped over to the undefined object. '*Any idea as to what it is*,' Black asked. "Not a clue," was Axel's response as he reached out and took hold of the tarp. With a quick jerk he sent the tarp flying and filled the air with a cloud of dust.*
*Axel's breath caught in his throat, not because of the huge amount of dust now drifting around him... but because of what sat before him.*
*Her red paint was fading slightly and he had no clue if she still ran, but before him was the most beautiful VW based 1969 GP Mark 1, Beach Bug... the original dune buggy. Oh so gently he reached out and took hold of her foam wrapped roll bar, testing to see if it was indeed real. The vision before his eyes didn't fade.*
"What do you think?"
"hmmm..." Axel blinked and glanced up to find Rena standing at the door to the barn. "It's beautiful, remarkable even..." he breathed as his fingers began to follow along the car's gently waving form. "At one time I used to dream about having one of these, it's what led me to converting my old bug into the Baja." Axel had to pause as an odd question popped into his head, looking back at the buggy he asked, "Rena, where did this come from?"
"A while back, an evil half spider digimon named Arukenimon and her side kick Mummymon had used the buggy to get around the digi-world, spreading their corruption as they did." Rena spoke softly as she joined her mate next to the car. "It had disappeared after she was defeated by the second set of digi-destined, later the machine was discovered in one of our rice fields and we moved it here for safe keeping... and now it's yours."
"Really," with eyes wide, Axel turned his questioning gaze to his love.*
"Yes, really," she giggled at his astonished face.*
"But... why?"
"We have such a long way to go, and the digimon here don't have a use for it," she said as she slipped an arm about his waist. "The elders gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to you."
"That's very generous of you, love," a smile flashed over Axel's lips as he faced his yellow fox. "So what do I owe you for this gift of gifts?"
"Lick me."
"huh," Axel blinked.*
"I haven't had an orgasm since we left the train," she whispered as she pushed herself closer to her mate. "I have seen to your needs, now it's time you did the same for me, love."
*'*She wants you to give her pussy a tongue bath, stupid,*' Black snorted from nearby.*
"I think I can handle that," Axel whispered as he gently reached under Rena's shapely posterior. With a slight grunt, he hefted her up and sat his love on the back fender of the buggy.*
*From the door, Kimmy and Cleo both watched on in fascination.*
**
"Are you still messing with that thing?"
*Taking a moment Axel pulled himself away from the buggy's bolted-in 1800cc engine, and looked up at his older sister. "Sorry Mary, just making sure that it will run," the smile in his grease smeared face was on of happy contentment. "You should see this Mary, it has counterweighted cranks, and dual-port heads..."
"Fascinating," Mary cut him off, rolling her eyes at her brother. "So you would rather work on this... thing, then to come say goodbye to your sister and wish her luck?"
"errr," hastily he looked at his watch and grimaced. "Sorry about that, lost track of time."
"Come on little bro," she sighed as she turned and headed for the village square, "time to see everyone off."
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec to clean up, I'm covered in grease."
*Giving a groan, Mary stopped in her tracks and spun around. "You should have thought about...it...before..." Mary's frustrated words died as she watched Axel gave a snap of his fingers. Instantly he, his clothes, and the car were clean.*
"You coming," Axel asked as he moseyed past the gaping woman.*
"Wait just a tick," she called, rushing along to ketch up to her sibling. "How the hell did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"The... snap, poof, clean thing?" she gawked.*
"Mary," he smiled, as if everyone knew at this point. "I am part digi-god... you'd be surprised at just what I can do here in the digi-world."
"Oh really," the older sibling challenged, her hands on her hips as she glared at her departing brother. "Like what?"
"Well... like all sorts of things," he said with a shrug.*
"Oh no you don't," she snarled as she rushed to keep up with the man. "I want to know what you can do."
"Well, I made it so you n Leo could have children..." stopping in his tracks, he paused to think on that one. "Would they be children or cubs, and for that matter, would Rena and I be having kids or puppies?"
"Ok, that's one example, but what else have you done?"
"I fixed the valley," he said before turning to regard his sister. "I wiped clean the stain that was the prison camp."
"Ok, so let me get this straight," Mary was almost fuming as she confronted her brother. You have the power to change and or mix human and digimon DNA, and you have the power to change the digital world to suit your whims?" She was now fuming, standing toe to toe with Axel, "Does this mean that you could have fixed everything without us having to come to the digi-world?"
"No I couldn't," Axel said it so softly that it brought Mary up short.*
"No," she blinked.*
"Mary, I didn't have the power I do, not until Black and I merged..." he kept his voice low so that anyone passing by wouldn't ketch what he was saying. "Yes, each time part of the prophecy was met, I got a bit stronger... but it wasn't until Black willingly became a part of me that I realized what I could do."
"So you now have the power to change worlds," she asked, watching his eyes.*
"Not the entire world, no," he shook his head. "I'm not Black, I only have half of his abilities."
"And what dose that mean?"
"He can affect worlds, destroy or create as he sees fit," Axel was now walking again, only slower so Mary could keep up. "As for me, I can only affect what I can see... line of sight and all that."
"So in a world of all powerful Sovran and digi-gods... you would be what, Hercules?"
"No," he said as he tilted his head in thought. "More like Raistlin, just with out the whole "I'm a weak, sickly, twin," thing going."
"er... and who is Raistlin," Mary didn't understand the connection.*
"sorry," he sighed, "I keep forgetting you're not a gamer."
"That's ok," she was smiling now as they made their way into the village square. "Can I just ask one more thing though?"
"Sure..."
"Seeing as your powers only work in line of sight, dose that mean that you could just snap your fingers and send all the children here home... all at once," she pondered.*
*Axel froze at her words, shivering slightly as he watched Mary continue to walk along. "Could I," he asked in a quiet voice.*
*'*Could you what,*' Black asked as he stepped sideways out of Axel.*
"Could I send them all... home?"
*'*Can you see them,*' Black asked, watching Mary's ass as she headed for her Leo.*
"Yeah,"
*'*Do you have the ability to affect things within your sight,*' the god questioned.*
"Yeah,"
*'*Well then?*'*
*The color in Axel's face drained away as Black faded from his view, did he really have that kind of power, his mind asked. Silently he watched the children and their digimon gathered around the fountain, they had all been though so much, yet seemed so happy to finally be going home... could he... should he?*
"Hey Axel, What're you up to?"
*He never heard the Gatomon walk up, or her question for that matter... Slowly he razed his hand, fingers at the ready, a wicked grin playing over his lips. From somewhere deep inside he reached in and tapped into the dark energies that resided within him. As the power washed through him, it felt like a cool wind blowing over and around his body... and right into his fingers.*
"ummm, Axel..." Cleo asked again, slightly put off by his silence and the look of mischief in his eyes. "Axel, are you ok?"
*...Snap...*
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*Beelzemon*
*Mr. Mitsuo Yamaki (32) - Hypnos Leader*
*Miss. Reika Ootori (26) - Hypnos Chief Operator (Reilly)*
*Megumi Onodera (23) - Hypnos Operator (Tally)*
*Mr. Shibumi (Gorou Mizuno) - Wild Bunch Member*
*Janyu/Jiang-Yu Lee (Tao((40) - Henry's father and Wild Bunch member (Janyu Wong)*
*Joe Kido Gomamon*
*Mimi Tachikawa Kido Palmon*
*Koushiro 'Izzy' Izumi Tentomon*
*TAICHI "TAI" YAGAMI Greymon*
*SORA TAKENOUCHI Biyomon*
*YAMATO "MATT" ISHIDA Gabumon*
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*HIKARI "KARI" YAGAMI Gatomon*
When rhythm start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me | Axel & Rena Part 21 By: Renatamer by Shalamar Fox | [
"Bisexual",
"Digimon",
"Human"
] |
*A FUN WORK OUT*
By Leo Ja-Ju Sek
It was a warm March morning, when Champ had just entered the gym that he had been going to for years. Champ was a 17 year old Border Collie who was athletic and fun loving but he wasn't always that way. When he was 12 he was a little chubby in a cute way but he didn't like his body so he joined the gym when it opened, since then he as built him self up. He was now 5'10" at 195 pounds. He had a six pack and solid pecs. His arms and legs had a muscular build and he had Broad shoulders. Today he was wearing a tight pair of basket ball shorts that showed off his big package and a tight tank top that showed off his pecs and abs underneath.
He started his routine like he did everyday, first he did his warm ups which consisted of seventy five jumping jacks, forty push-ups, and a hundred crunches. Then he moved on to the punching bag and practiced boxing drills. After fifteen minuets he stopped and took off the boxing gloves. Next on his list was weight lifting. He walked over to the bench and applied 310 pounds to the barbell.
He lied down on the bench and griped the barbell. He took it off its rack and started to do his reps. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9...10...11... he started to pant as his muscles flexed with each rep; out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a hyena eying him from across the room. She was around 5'6" and had the average body type of a girl. Her purple hair was down to her back, and she had beautiful green eyes. She had a typical fur coat with light brown fur and black spots. The fur around her chest and stomach was a tan color and she was wearing a pink sweat suit the hooded sweater only went halfway down her torso and the zipper was partial unzipped exposing her cleavage and chest fluff. She had abs but they were not that defined, and she was semi muscular. Everything about her seemed just right and this made Champ murr with lust. She stood there watching him the whole time as he finished his reps. He usually did 35 reps but he pushed himself to 70 just to impress her.
After he finished he began panting, he put the barbell back on the rack and sat up. He looked at the hyena and grinned, she was still standing in the same spot. He then got up and approached her, his heart pounding. "Hey beautiful;" he said to her. She slightly blushed and smile and replied "Hey there big boy seems like you got a good work out"
Champ grinned and flexed his right arm showing of his muscle definition; "Yeah I have worked out here since it opened... I'm Champ by the way."
"Well champ I'm Roxy"
"Very sexy name... so are you new here I haven't seen you around here."
"Yeah I am, I just moved here... so champ what is there to do around here."
"Well there is the gym, movie theater, the community pool, and me;" Champ said licking his lips slowly. Roxy blushed and looked away for a second then met Champ's gaze as she moved closer to him and whispered into his ear; "Well you sound like fun." He let out a soft chuckle as he stroked her cheek gently and whispered back; "Well why don't you follow me I can show you a good place where we could have some fun."
Champ gave Roxy one more look then walked off and flicked his tail as it began to swish happily; she followed him as Champ led her to the shower room. Each shower was its each individual stall giving them plenty of privacy; they walked into the first open one they saw. Roxy closed and locked the stall door behind them as he pressed her up against the wall and pressed his muzzle up against hers. She slowly melted into this as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body into hers. She opened her mouth slightly allowing champ to slither his tongue into her maw as he began to slowly explore her mouth savoring the flavor. She moaned slightly into his maw and slid her paws underneath his shirt as she began to rub his back; she then took her tongue and began to rub against Champ's. He lost himself growing deeper into the kiss, murring softly as she rubbed his back.
He took his paws and began to rub her bare stomach as he gradually slid them up under her shirt and began to fondle her left breast. They were c-cups and they fit perfectly in his hand as he gave them a soft gentle squeeze making sure not to be to rough. She moaned mumbled words into his mouth as she started to suck gently on his tongue and dig her claws into her back. Champ slid his hand from underneath her shirt and grabbed the zipper of her hoodie and slowly pulled it down as he pulled her off the wall still kissing her and removed her hoodie.
She then ended the kiss by gently nipping the bottom of his lips and looked at him shyly. She took her paws and tugged on his shirt as she lifted it up revealing champs godly torso. She gave one of his pecs a gentle kiss before removing his shirt entirely. Champ rubbed the side of her torso looking down at her as he leaned forward and kissed her neck. He slid his paws up behind her and started to work on unhooking her bra. After a few seconds of fondling he unfastened it and slowly slid it off her arms revealing her beautiful chest.
He took his paws and slowly massaged them before rubbing the areola. She moaned softly as he continued rubbing as he kissed her neck slowly moving his way down and kissing the top part of her tit. Slowly making his way down as he took his paw away and wrapped his around her lower back and began gently lick her nipple. Roxy let out a soft moan and patted Champ on the back of his head as he began gently sucking on the nipple.
"Oh...god champ your good with your tongue..."
Champ sucked it for a few more seconds before giving it another lick.
"Want to see what else it can do Rox?"
Roxy nodded and Champ grinned. He kissed her nipple as he slid his paws down her stomach and grabbed the waistband of her pink sweat pants. He looked up at her and smiled then looked back down licking his lips grinning with lust as he slowly pulled them down revealing her pussy.
"You don't wear panties?"
"I don't see the need for him;" she said with a wink.
Champ grinned and blushed as pulled her sweat pants down.
Roxy stepped out of them and sat down on the bench that was attached to the wall, Champ stepped towards her and began to kiss her again, rubbing up her thigh. She let out a murr as she grabbed his paw and placed it on her warm moist cunt, Champ murred louder then ever as he rubbed her vaginal lips. He ended the kiss and continued to rub as he took his fingers and began to rub in a circler motion around her clitoris. She let out a gentle moan as he got onto his knees and leaned into her crotch. The smell of her cunt making him lust for more as she spread her legs.
He pressed his lips up against her vaginal lips and stuck out his tongue, savoring the salty sweet flavor of the first lick. He then slowly and gently licked up her outer labia stopping for a few seconds when he reached her clitoris; he paused for a few seconds and let his tongue flicker over it, this made Roxy blush and moan so he repeated the same motion for a few minuets. He then began to lick up the vaginal lips this time when he reached the clit he gently pressed his lips around it and sucked on it gently for a few seconds. He continued this motion and began to move his tongue between the inner and outer labia making Rox gasp with pleasure as she gripped the edge of the bench. After he sucked her clitoris a few more times he took his thumbs and spread her pussy and calmly squirmed his tongue around the area.
Champ slid is tongue inside her vaginal entrance and thrusted is tongue in and out of her returning to stimulate her clitoris every now and again. He leisurely explored her vaginal walls sliding his tongue up against her g-spot making her squeal in pleasure. She then pushed champ deep inside her moaning loudly as he continued to work on her g-spot.
"Oh..god champ your good at this... I...I'm ge...getting close, ohhh faster...C.C..Champ;" She said still pushing his face into her.
Champ started to lick the spongy surface of the G-spot even faster as he felt some fluid leak out. She let out a loud howl as she began to reach her climax and squirted into his maw. Champ murred softly swallowing the tangy, sweet fluid with delight. He retracted his tongue from within her and gave her wet pussy one last lick. She then patted him on the head. Champ then stood up as Roxy smiled and said: "Its my turn now." She smiled and sat up as she grabbed him by the waistband of his basketball shorts and pulled him closer.
Roxy took a paw and rubbed down the bulge murring lustfully as she pulled his pants down to his ankle and exposed his nine inch canine cock. She garbed the base of and brought the tip to her lips and licked it slowly tilting her head slightly to left as she inserted it and began to suck gently on the head.
Champ bent forward a little bit pressing his paws against the wall as he felt the warm wet moisture of her tongue around the tip of his cock. She inserted a few inches of his shaft and began to gently massage the shaft with her tongue as she wrapped her lips around his dick as a few drips of pre leaked from his member. She slowly bobbed her head as she played gently with his orbs rubbing them in her soft hands. Champ let out lustful sighs of pleasure as he licked his lips and nodded his head.
"T..thats a good girl... o baby"
She let out a soft murr as she happily sucked, and she slipped her paws behind him and pulled him in closer and began to deep throat his cock engulfing nearly several inches of his cock. Champ blushed and patted her head as he gently tugged on her hair.
Roxy slipped one of her paws between Champs cheeks and inserted a pinky inside his tailhole and squirmed it around making Champ yip and moan happily as he swished his tail. She continued bobbing her head and sucking on it as Champ began to thrust his shaft sliding across her tongue as Champ murred with delight. With a few final thrust he came into her maw with his warm thick seed. She swallowed the load and took her finger out of Champ as Champ took his cock out of her maw leaving a string of saliva from her maw to his tip. Rox stood up and embraced Champ with a warm hug.
The two then made out for a few minuets and got dressed, they both exited the shower stall and met up in the parking long. Champ hugged her one last time.
"You were wonderful Rox"
Roxy smiled at him and blushed as she replied; "Same with you, that was a great work out."
The two giggled and Roxy handed him a folded piece of paper, as she waved goodbye and got into her car; she then drove off.
Champ then got into his car and turned it on still holding the paper. He took it and unfolded it. It read
"1-617-554-4349 " With lipstick kiss on the bottom. Champ thought to himself this could be the beginning of something good... | A Fun Work Out by Leo Ja-Ju Sek | [
"Balls",
"Blowjob",
"Clit",
"Cunnilingus",
"Fellatio",
"Gym",
"Licking",
"M/F",
"Oral",
"Penis",
"Shower",
"Straight",
"Vagina",
"Weights",
"rubing",
"sweatsuit",
"weight lifting",
"workout"
] |
"Some-fur has to operate the controls, from up here," Advance said. They were in the control room (of the tea factory). "And some fur has to lure Mandy out into the brewing area ... and another fur has to ... wield the electrical plug. And stick her with the discharge."
"I'll do that," said Audrey. "That last part," she added.
"You will not," Peregrine countered.
"Perry ... "
"I'll be Mandy's ... lure," whispered Advance. "You two ... Peregrine, you can operate the controls," he told his fellow mouse.
"But ... "
" ... darling ... I'll be fine," said Audrey.
"But ... " A sigh. A little nod. "Alright ... " Though his eyes darted with worry. And his heart was at a scurry-scurry.
It was mid-morning, and ... Mandy wasn't here yet. But she would be. Soon. And the three furs were working over their plan (one final time). Feeling rushed. Their voices at a hush.
The lights in the room were dim, and the windows that covered one wall ... looked out on the floor below, which was ... sparse.
"We should, uh ... get into place," said Advance, whiskers twitching. The pinon mouse ... his large ears swiveling. A bit hot. He was nervous. Being alone with Mandy (again), and ... worried that, if they failed ... what would the retribution be?
Consequences would result ... no matter the outcome.
But, oh, how much worse they would be ...
... if this failed.
And the pinon mouse ... filtered to the door. Paused. Looked to them. And nodded. And slipped out. Into the hallway, and ... going to where the lobby was. Where he would intercept Mandy, the cheetah ... when she arrived.
Peregrine and Audrey were left alone in the control room.
"Well," Peregrine whispered. "I, uh ... "
"I'll be fine ... "
"Let me do it."
"Wielding the electrical plug? Perry ... it's dangerous."
"Which is why I should be doing it. I'm ... I'm the male, right? I'm supposed to protect you, right?"
"You're also a mouse."
"So?" He twitched.
"Darling ... when Mandy lunges at you, claws extended, teeth bared ... you'll panic. That's no fault of your own. That's ... no detriment to you. But ... I'm a skunk. I'm neither predator OR prey ... I can face her. I can look her in the eyes. I don't doubt your courage, and your will ... or your intent, but you know ... that of the three of us involved in this, I'm the one best-suited to attack a cheetah."
Peregrine swallowed, looking to the floor. Nodding slightly. "I guess ... a mouse versus a cheetah would be ... does sound like a bad idea, huh?"
"I'll be fine, Perry ... " The skunk put her paw underneath his chin. Lifting his gaze a bit. So she could see his grey eyes. "Mm?" She smiled warmly. Softly.
And he had to smile back. Just had to ... oh, what she could do to him, and ... oh, his heart. It was careening out of control. More and more in love with her. Closer and closer to her. Figuring out, by the hour, much she meant. How much she was worth. A few days ago, he'd been worried about ... staying in one place. Worried that, out of fear, he would scurry away. Would lose her. But, now, he was feeling ... such a sensation of need. Dependence.
He was addicted to her.
She leaned forward. Put a kiss on his cheek. Another, closer to his lips. And then ... his lips, exactly. Spot on ... sweet, soft ... succulent. Muzzle to muzzle, tilted, and ... drawing back. And she swallowed, licking her own lips (quietly).
"I love you," he told her. He'd always been afraid to say those words ... out loud. For fear of rejection. For fear of ... he didn't even know. Fear. Those words were powerful. Were strong. To speak them was to deal with heavy, committed things. And ... but he no longer feared them. Or maybe he did. But he wasn't going to let it stop him. So, he said (again), "I love you ... Audrey ... and ... " He cleared his throat, flushing, his ears turning a rosier pink. "When this is over, and this town is free of this conspiracy, I just ... when all the fear is gone, I'll ... I want it ... " He trailed. He didn't know what he was trying to say. He just wanted to say SOMETHING. Felt he needed to say something. But ... the words ...
"I know," was her response. "We'll let our hearts go wild ... unfettered. Unchained. We'll frolic in the light."
A smile. "Mm ... something like that, I guess." He padded a single step forward, leaning his head against hers. Nuzzling her with his twitching, sniffing nose. Getting her silky scent. "Tonight," she promised, "we'll celebrate ... mm ... "
"Yeah?" he whispered, breathing deep. Sighing ...
"Yeah ... and the sort of celebration I have in mind requires ... that we both be in attendance, so you stay safe," she said. "And I will, too. I love you, too, Perry ... " A squeeze of his paw. A lingering, and ... she pulled away, opening the door.
"What should I do?" he asked of her. Not knowing why he asked it, and what he even meant ... by it. What should he do about his fear, or ... the worry, or ... being left alone in the control room? To pass the anxious minutes?
"Pray," she whispered. "And think of me ... " Her eyes glinted, and her smile was ... so full of life. Like him, a battered fur. A simple fur. Who'd lived a hard-earned prairie life. And was now on the cusp of feeling that ... emotional healing ...
... was here.
Joy ... was here.
Just a few paw-steps away.
All they had to do was ... own the day.
Their time was now.
Mandy slipped inside the front door. Silky. Smooth. As was her way. She moved with a confidence built on control. Control of herself (and her own abilities). And control of others. She craved control. It was why she was so addicted to this Conspiracy, and why ... she was seeking to run it. Seeking the thrill, the ... " ... morning," said Advance. Quietly. Not meeting her eyes. He couldn't. Not after what she'd done to him, and ... how he'd been so weak, and ...
" ... good morning to you, too. Mm ... isn't it, though?"
"Mm?"
"A good morning," the cheetah purred, taking a step around him. Padding in a slow circle around him. Looking him over. "Like something," she whispered, "the cat dragged in." A pause. A fierce, golden gaze. "We'll have to do something about that."
"Well, I ... "
"Groom your fur." She put her paws on his side. Patted him. Smoothed his fur, and ... tugged at his clothing. "Mm ... " She seemed distracted, her pupils dilating. As if she was analytically dissecting her prey.
"I, uh ... the tea," managed Advance, feeling chills. Trying to step away. "The tea ... I want to give you a proper tour of the brewing floor."
"You already did that."
"But I, uh, the ... I found a way to more effectively," he said, "mix the mind agent ... made it more soluble. I mixed a batch."
"When?" She titled her head. Her black spots seemed to be like black holes. Don't start at her fur ... or you'd get hypnotized.
"This morning."
"I didn't authorize you to brew anything yet ... "
"I wanted it ready for you."
"Why?" She put her paws on his chest. Pushed him to the wall. Teeth showing. "Answer me, mouse ... "
"I ... I ... thought it would please you ... "
"I am in control here. I tell you when to ... "
" ... to control me. I'll drink it. You can control me," he squeaked, writhing. Trying to get away.
The cheetah paused. Leaned back, relaxing. Intrigued. "Really ... " She tilted her head. Eyed him. "Why?"
"I ... thought it would ... please you," he repeated, twitching. Speaking erratically.
A slow smile spread across her lips. "You like being dominated?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Well, of course, you do ... you're a rodent. You're prey. Still ... that you would be the first to test the contaminated tea ... such loyalty," she purred. "I didn't think you had it in you."
And he didn't. And he was hoping she didn't recognize that ... hoping she would buy into this, as she was doing. Stay with it, stay with it ...
"Alright. Lead me to it."
Advance started to scurry off, squeaking, nearly tripping ...
... as her paw crushed his tail in a steely grip. "Walk," she advised, "where I can see you." Where she could pounce him ... if she needed to. Within striking distance. She wanted him to stay within striking distance. "Keep your backside to me ... now, move," she yanked his tail.
"Ow," he yelped. Feeling a sharp pain ...
And she let go of the tail, shoving his back ...
... and he stumbled forward, submissively leading her to the brewing floor. The main part of the factory. Through the doors, and into the open ... near the big vats of tea. Near all the equipment. Where the raspberry flavoring was mixed in, and ...
... above, in the control room, Peregrine, who'd been pacing back and forth, back and forth, unable to calm down, glanced out the windows.
There!
Advance came into view. Shaking ... scared ...
... and Mandy right behind him. Taller. Stronger. A lithe huntress. A robot. More than a match for the three of them combined.
But no match for the elements. For electricity.
Perry eyed the controls. What ... which button ... and he froze. Eyes widening, whiskers twitching. He squeaked ... button, button ... which button!
Calm down, calm down ...
... think, think, think ...
... blue! Blue one. Sky-blue ... button.
He swallowed and pressed it, and ... heard a hum. And saw the indicator light turn on ... full power.
The vats began to stir. Began to purr ...
... like how Mandy purred. "Mm ... the sound of progress."
"Over here," Advance said. Pointing to a small set of steps. "We can ladle some ... I'll drink it."
"You've being cooperative," noted Mandy. With more than a hint of suspicion in her voice.
Advance took a step forward.
"You smell ... you've been around other furs."
"I'm not allowed to have friends?" he asked.
"No, no ... I smell other furs ... " She froze, nose to the air. "A ... "
" ... skunk?"
Mandy whirled.
Audrey, electrical plug in paw ... three-pronged head to the cord, and ... all she had to do was stab it into Mandy's fur. And the volts would flow. The discharge would kick back ... maybe shock Audrey a bit, too, but ... no, the brunt would go into the cheetah.
"A skunk," spat Mandy. Saying the word "skunk" as if it were a curse word.
Audrey padded forward.
Advance backed away, scurrying round the corner of the biggest tea vat.
Mandy turned to glimpse the fleeing mouse ... " ... coward!" she hissed. "You're not ... getting away," she huffed, her rage flaring. Her predatory instincts coming into full swing. "You're my toy, mouse. You're my ... prey."
Audrey padded closer, preparing to lunge, but ...
... Mandy growled and lunged first, without even looking in Audrey's direction. Hitting the skunk's stomach, breasts ... knocking her down, sending the corn flying like a lost rope. The end of it sizzling.
The cheetah swung a fisted paw at the skunk ...
... who twisted out of the way.
Mandy's paw punched the floor. She yelped ... hissed, and ...
" ... Advance ... g-get out!" Audrey yelled.
"B-but ... "
"Just go ... " It wasn't like the mouse was contributing to this fight in any way (as frozen with fear as he was), and ... what Audrey had in mind ... " ... go ... " A foot-paw kicking, from the ground, at Mandy's shin.
The cheetah, lithe, nimble, twisted ... and raked her claws at the skunk's arm. Slicing through the fur and to the flesh, and drawing bright-red blood ... which matted the black fur. Dark red on black, and ...
... the skunk's tail flickered. Flickered.
The cheetah ignored what was intended as a natural warning sign ... and clawed again ...
... as Audrey crawled away, on all fours, tail raised and flickering. The white stripes showing like snowy marks against the night-black. Tail arched. Flickering.
"Opening your flank to attack ... skunk ... you ... " Mandy froze. Suddenly getting it. Suddenly realizing what she was dealing with. What she was facing, and turning ...
... too late. Turning to run ... too late.
Audrey's glands released the spray. The molecules quickly disseminating in the air, and ...
... the cheetah howled, hissed, and ... gagged, shaking, blindly trying to attack Audrey (in spite of this).
And the skunk, unaffected by her own weapon, calmly got to her foot-paws, nursing her bloodied arm, and ... grabbing the fallen electrical cord with her good paw. Picking it up.
The cheetah, with each breath, sucked in the scent ... which was the most unreal thing ... she'd ever been assaulted with. Incapacitating. She couldn't think, couldn't ... she just shivered, coughing ...
... and Audrey hesitated. She was a kind fur. She was rough and tumble. Was rural. Knew about life and death, but she'd never ...
" ... killed anything? The fur caught between worlds ... where does your allegiance lie? If you kill me," Mandy gasped horribly, "you're a predator. If you don't, you're as weak as prey ... either way, you're lost."
"No ... no, you're the one, Mandy, who's lost. That's lost. You ... have lost," Audrey said quietly, "this time."
"There are more of me. I'll be replaced by another ... " Cough ... sickly coughs. The skunk spray still hovering in the air. In her nostrils. Sticking to her fur and clothes. (And the two mice, Peregrine and Advance, even from the control room, behind the windows ... where they now were ... even THEY could smell it, and ... their noses wrinkled and twitched, and they eyes watered from it ... but they were only getting a trace ... Mandy had gotten the full brunt.)
"Mandy, if there are more of you ... advise them to steer clear of Sheridan, Wyoming. And maybe you'll be smart enough not to mess with a skunk. We may be pretty," Audrey taunted. "We may be silky, sensual ... furs. But we can be as gritty as the rest of them. Do NOT," Audrey growled, "hurt mice ... and do NOT ... push my buttons."
"You're a fucking ... "
STAB! Stabbing Mandy with the electrical cord, and ...
... shriek! Howl!
And the resulting electrical discharge overloaded her circuits. Fried her, and ... she lay limp. Defeated. Done.
And Audrey let out a deep breath, taking a step backward. Breathing, swallowing ... a bit shaky. And she looked up at the control room window. And sighed, and ... offered a weak smile. Still nursing her own bloodied arm, and ... tail still raised (in defensive position).
Peregrine's worried, caring eyes ... no longer distant, no longer glazed over from fear ... they met hers. And held that gaze.
"I'll come up to you," she mouthed. "Better yet ... outside."
His eyes raised.
"Outside," she mouthed quietly ...
... and Peregrine nodded.
And a minute later, the three of them were outside. In the mid-morning sun. In the blue, hearing the birdsongs, and ... seeing the greenery of the waving trees.
Oh, but there was a breeze!
"Your, uh ... your factory's gonna have to be shut down for a few days," Audrey said sheepishly. Apologizing. "That's how long it'll take for the scent to go away."
Advance nodded ... and smiled with relief. "It's okay. I mean ... after this, I need a rest, and ... when the other prey in town here about this, they'll ... we'll have our town back. They can't control us anymore. Guard trolleys or not. We'll find a way to ... liberate this town, too."
A slight giggle at the pinon mouse's enthusiasm ... and she looked to her mate. And ... held her breath. "Perry," she whispered.
The mouse threw his arms around her. Eyes watering. "Mm ... I, uh ... you were remarkable!" He beamed and pulled back, eyes welling. "You were ... grace and poise and ... strength. I never could've done that," he admitted. A giggle, eyes darting. "I, uh ... I know, now, why you needed to be the one to attack her. I, uh ... couldn't have hit her with your arsenal."
A chuckle. Her arm hurting, throbbing, the gash healing ... blood drying on her fur, but ... the bleeding had stopped. She would be okay. "We both need a shower ... badly ... "
A sigh ... and a look at her arm. A look of concern.
"It's sore, but ... it'll be fine. Just need a few days' rest, is all ... "
"I'll be your medicine," Peregrine promised. The mouse named for a falcon. Showing such empathy. Such emotion. Finally unfrozen.
And the skunk hugged her mate ... and kissed him on the cheek. A sloppy, sighing kiss.
And Advance watched, blushing ...
... as the sun rained down on them. Absorbing into their fur. Casting them all in such a hopeful glow.
Faith, hope, and love. Now, in this light, in this ... victory ...
... all of them could grow. | Finally Unfrozen by Squirrel | [
"Character Development",
"Mouse",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi",
"Skunk",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)"
] |
*Thanks to Chloe for initiating this story theme. I enjoyed the challenge of writing for it and I hope you enjoy reading the result. Please leave a comment if you'd like to, because I really appreciate reading them.
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.*
"Well, fuck this. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. Ughh. Fuckity fuck."
Two sodden, useless bags slide to the ground and lounge around my feet like sorry dogs. I stab them with my best hard stare. One slumps even further and a green pepper, no make that a 'capsicum' since that's what it's called here, falls onto the greasy concrete and wobbles as if having a good old laugh at me.
"Fuck!"
And that's my last statement on the matter. It's been a shit day. Totally, utterly shit. Mum called me this morning to rant at me about my thieving brother, like I can do anything about it. Not. Nothing went right at work either, unless delivering the news of a twenty per cent overspend to a new client can be counted as good. And now this torrential rain has caught me on my way back from the shops. I'm soaked to the skin and both paper bags have pretty much disintegrated.
I peer out at the street. I've never seen or heard rain like it. The traffic, normally an unstoppable procession, has come to an almost complete standstill. The sound of the rain on the awning over my head is thunderous.
"You're English."
I bite back a shriek, turning round to locate the source of the voice. I thought I was all alone here, but no. There, leaning against the pawn shop window, is a tall-ish bloke, all limbs and wild hair.
"I'm what? What?"
"Sorry. Didn't mean to make you jump," in a laconic voice. "I'm guessing you didn't see me standing here?"
"No. I didn't."
I stare at him. Almost as hard a stare as I gave the shopping bags just now. It doesn't appear to have much effect. He doesn't wither to dust or explode into smithereens. In fact he seems to return it with interest. It's my skin that's burning up.
"What's a game of soldiers? Never heard a that."
"A what?" I frown at him, then get it. "Oh. That. It's just a sweary thing."
"A sweary thing?"
Is he making fun of me?
"Yeah, you know. It means... well, it's just a way of saying you're fed up with the, um, the situation."
He's definitely cracking a smile. I frown harder.
"That's a new one on me," he grins.
I blow my breath out. He's got that lithe, feral look they have around here. Of someone who's spent as much of their childhood in the water as on land. Long muscles. Loose strides. Barefoot most of the time, eschewing the difference between beach and pavement. And very green eyes. Well ok, the eyes are particular to this one here.
"It's what my dad used to say. He was a squaddie. Most of what he said came from the army one way or the other."
Why am I explaining myself? I bend to pick up the errant pepper and hold it in my hand as I straighten up, feeling his eyes on me.
"Got far to go with that?"
He points to my shopping spilling out of the soggy, split bags at my feet.
"No, not really. But it was pelting down and the bags sort of disintegrated a bit."
He nods. Turns his eyes to the rain sheeting down from the awning all around us.
"It'll ease off in a few minutes."
I contemplate the view, dubious about his prognosis. It's my fourth week here but my first rainfall, so what do I know?
"Is this how it always rains here?"
"You're from England?"
He's moved closer.
"Yes. That must be obvious?"
He raises both hands. A gesture of surrender. Maybe I need to wind my neck in a bit. It's not his fault.
"Sorry. Bit of a shit day if you know what I mean. This has just been the icing on the cake."
I gesture at the rain, noticing the green pepper still in my hand. Something that finally makes me smile.
"Icing on the cake?"
His face is creased in a big grin again.
"Yeah. That."
He nods. We stand looking out at the road. Maybe the rain is letting up. Just a bit. I glance at him, trying not to turn my head and be obvious about it. Two tattoos that I can see. Hair of a length my dad would tut at. Dark shorts and t-shirt. Wet all over. No shoes. Green eyes.
His face splits into another grin and I feel busted.
"Right," he says in that way that's between a statement and a question. And bends to pick up one of my bags, the black waistband of his underwear peeking out, 'BONDS' emblazoned across his hips in big white letters. He stands, hitching up his shorts.
Just like that, it's stopped raining. As if someone's turned the tap off upstairs. The traffic is moving again. Rivers of water sluice along the gutters. Confused, I put out a hand, but he's already wrestled one of the bags into his arms.
"I'll take this. You can't carry them both."
I hesitate. And then -- fuck it -- if he's a psychopath, so what. It'll just prove I shouldn't have got out of bed this morning. Or tramped halfway around the world, come to that. As I pick up the other bag he says, "I'll follow you," and I shiver.
He doesn't follow me, exactly, but walks next to me. We don't say much. I worry about taking him up to the door, dire 'stranger danger' stuff swirling around in my guts, but reason that there are six flats in the building, so maybe it's not so bad? I'm on the top floor too, so he'd have to work his way through at least four other flats before he got to mine. I imagine that the desperate screams from the neighbours would alert me to his murderous rampage and give me time to jump off the balcony to save myself? Maybe.
"Hey, buddy." A white truck pulls alongside us, a darker-haired version of Green Eyes sticking his head out of the window. "Long time."
"Hey Mike. How're you going?" Green Eyes slows down. Comes to a stop at the kerb.
"Yeah, good. You get caught in the rain?"
"Does it look like it much?"
They both laugh easily. They know each other. I relax a tiny bit. Surely murdering psychopaths don't have friends they laugh with like that?
"Wanna call me later? I could use your advice on a couple a things?" sliding his eyes to me. "Hey."
"Hi," I respond, not sure if I want to introduce myself or not.
"Sure. After nine tonight?" Green Eyes offers.
"Too easy."
A plan agreed, we all move off and away. It's just starting to rain again, more lightly this time, as we reach my building.
"Here?"
I nod.
"Need help from here, or --?"
"Oh I'm fine from here, thank you."
He puts the bag down on top of the mailboxes.
"Thanks for helping me."
"Yeah no worries."
There's an awkward moment where neither of us moves. My skin prickles.
"See you around."
And with that, he walks off, back towards the main road. I watch him until he reaches the corner. Then hurry inside, not wanting to be caught looking. As if he'd look back anyway.
It's only when I see myself in the bathroom mirror I realise my wet shirt is almost completely transparent. I squeeze my eyes tight and sigh, mum's voice banging in my ears; "Just be careful out there. You don't know the rules, Marie. Different rules in different countries, so you be on your guard." Rules. Yeah -- that's my family. All rules and no discipline.
"Hello again."
I look up and raise my hand to shade my eyes against the setting sun. It's him. Standing in front of me, a board under his arm, dripping ocean water from his lean frame.
"Oh! Hi!"
"Better weather today." His face cracks into that wide grin.
"Yes. Beautiful actually. It's like the rain scrubbed everything clean and shiny."
I stop. Embarrassed.
"Yeah right."
He's still grinning, but not like he's laughing at me. I dig my toes into the sand. Water bubbles around them.
"Taking a walk?"
I nod. Except I wasn't. I'd come to a standstill, staring out at the horizon. Which I'm sure he must have seen. I tighten my grip on the shoes I'm carrying in my hand.
"I'm still getting used to the idea of being able to walk on the beach every day."
"Yeah? I've seen you along here before. It's a special place eh?"
I nod again, feeling the tension working into my gut.
"You working around here?"
"Um, yes. For a friend of mine. She runs her own business."
"Yeah?"
He's turned around to walk alongside me. We kick through the edge of the surf into the low sunlight.
"One of her employees has gone travelling for a year, so I'm filling in for her."
"Sweet as."
"I hope so. At least this week has been better than last week. Sorry about that. You saw me at a bad time."
I sneak a look at him.
"You're alright. We all have shitty days," green eyes suddenly glimmering.
I smile back.
"So, do you work around here too?"
"At the Surf Club. Have you been? You need to know someone who's a member to get you in."
He's pointing at the place that overlooks the beach. Big blue umbrellas and glass balustrades.
"It must have a great view."
"You should come in one night after work. Give them my name at the door and they'll let you in."
I breathe in.
"I'm there most nights except Sundays," he offers, squinting at me.
"Oh. Um, ok, maybe -- yes. One evening, maybe."
God, could I sound more nervous?
"I'd like that. Bring your mate, if ya like."
He slows. Swaps the board to his other arm and offers his hand out.
"Ask for me. Noah."
"Noah?"
He nods. "Noah Holland. And you?"
"Marie. Marie Cooper."
His hand is firm and warm.
"Awesome, Marie Cooper. Gotta run, but see you later."
He turns. I watch him padding down the beach in his black wetsuit. An easy gait. Nice hips. And want to sink into the sand when he turns back, grins, lifting his hand in salute.
"Come on, let's go. Why not? We have to celebrate getting this new project somehow. The Surf Club sounds as good a place as any, especially if you can get us in, Marie."
The look on Lisa's face is all too familiar. She's set her mind to something and nothing is going to derail it. As soon as I'd begun to tell her about meeting Noah I'd regretted it. The sparkle in her eyes was enough to warn me she was much too thrilled about it. Ever since getting me here, she's been on at me to start dating again.
"And I'd get to cast my expert eye over this Noah Holland candidate."
She licks her lips and winks. I'm forced to laugh.
'You're the worst, Lisa."
"Haha. You wouldn't have me any other way, admit it."
We're still laughing as we cross the road and climb the steps up to the club.
"Noah? Ah, yeah. Just a minute."
I watch the woman at the desk pick up the phone and mess about with some papers in front of her. Lisa taps her fingers, impatient. I swallow. What if he was just a mad fraud?
"Hey hi!"
He strolls out of a door to our right, looking a bit less wild. At least, his hair looks as though it might have seen a comb today, and he's wearing more formal clothes than I've seen him in so far. So far? What am I thinking?
"Um, hello. I -- um -- we -- uh, this is Lisa." I point at Lisa in desperation.
"Good to meet you, Lisa. And to see you again Marie Cooper. I'll show you round," his mouth kicks up at one side.
He walks us through the bar and restaurant out onto the terrace. Hitches at the waistband of his khakis. I have to move out of Lisa's range to stop her from jabbing me in the ribs.
"Oh wow. The view is amazing."
He turns to face me.
"Yeah, pretty nice hey?"
For some reason my body heat starts to spike. I look down at my toes but he's still watching me when I raise my head. As if he's studying me. I start to hum under my breath, searching for something to say. Anything.
"Did you come for a drink, or you eating here too?"
Still nothing. Lisa jumps to my rescue.
"Drinks. We're celebrating."
"Yeah?"
His eyes flick to her, then back.
"The bar, then."
We follow him back inside where he steps behind the bar and pours us both a large glass of sauvignon blanc.
"Cheers," he pushes the glass towards my hand.
"Join us?"
That's Lisa.
"Nah, you're alright. Long night ahead."
We raise our glasses, awkwardly. He's still smiling as we weave our way back to the terrace for the last few moments of the day. I pull on my sweatshirt, feeling the chill as the sun sinks low. We watch in silence.
"I can't get enough of these sunsets, Lisa."
We clink glasses.
"The colours are amazing. I've never seen such perfect baby blues and pinks together in one sky."
"I'm thrilled, Marie. I know you weren't completely convinced you were going to like it here, you're such a townie. But there's something special about living so close to the ocean."
"I think I'm beginning to see that."
"And this is our winter. Bit different to winter in grey old London, isn't it?"
"Definitely. I can't imagine what the summer is going to be like."
I sit back.
"So, he's cute enough to turn a queer girl straight. Especially with a bum like that."
I cough.
"Lisa, honestly?"
She's smirking over her wine glass.
"What? Marie come on! I'm not saying anything you don't already know. I see how you look at him. If your eyes could dance, they would." She takes a sip. "And so would his. He likes you."
I make some noises of protest, but acknowledge it's more an effort to shout down my own hopes than anything else. What if Lisa's wrong?
"See you again. Down on the beach, maybe?"
His words roll around my head, lying here in the dark. Were they a promise, or just a casual way of saying goodnight?
I'm too restless to sleep. Too much wine and not enough food, for one thing. Memories of his hands uncorking the wine bottle, holding out the glass for me, the slightest touch of our fingers, for another.
I kick my legs out of bed and stand at the window. It's not that the moon is upside down here so much as sideways. It's a constant, if beautiful, reminder of how far I am from home. I choke down the tears that suddenly rise up in me. Definitely too much wine. And a hot mess of other stuff, all of it I've been trying to put behind me. Marginally psychotic parents. A brother on his way into prison, by the looks of it. A pathetic end to a disastrous relationship. The usual. Everyone has their burdens to carry, don't they?
It's been windy all day and this, plus the amount of wine consumed last night, have blessed me with a mammoth headache. But now I'm on the beach exposed to the full blast of it, it's clearing my head. I curl my toes into the sand, watching it suck and sink around my feet. Hypnotised by the overlapping patterns made by the sand, the water and the bubbles.
A huge dog races into view, tongue out and eyes wild.
I take a step back. Nearly stumble.
"Cassie! Come here!"
"Oh, it's you."
"Good to see you too, Marie."
I suck at my lip.
"She won't hurt you, she's a big softie" he smiles. "Not a fan of dogs?"
His eyes squint at me as he pulls at the dog's collar, holding her close to him. The wind is whipping his hair all around but he pays that no attention.
"Is she yours?"
"Nah. My boss's. I'm taking her out while he's dropping his kids off."
"Mm. Where I come from dogs like that roam in packs for safety."
Another awkward pause.
I look away. Then down.
"Do you ever wear shoes?"
He laughs; a sharp bark of a noise. Cassie the dog gives him an adoring look.
"Not often. And never on the beach."
"Oh. I guess I'm just marking myself out as a complete foreigner."
He shrugs.
"Come for a drink later? I can get off work early for doing this favour for my boss. If you want?"
He pauses.
"Bring Lisa too, if you'd like."
"To the Surf Club?"
"No. I spend enough time there as it is. Do you know where Vinny's is?"
I nod. It's on my way home. He must know that.
"Eight thirty good?"
"Um, yes. Eight thirty."
"Come hungry. They make the best burgers on the Gold Coast."
"Ok." I grin like stupid.
He nods. Lets go of Cassie's collar and she races directly into the sea, barking at the waves.
"Later then."
He's standing at the bar, his back to the door. In jeans. They make his legs look even longer. And -- yes -- shoes. Vans, I think. Skater shoes anyway. And a long-sleeved shirt. Lisa was right about his bum. I suck at my lip. See the girl behind the bar tip her chin in my direction and watch as he turns around. Pushes himself off the bar.
"Hey Marie. You came on your own?" his eyes scoping around me.
"I did. I've been here before and know there's more than one exit, so I reckoned I'd be safe to come by myself. Plus it's a busy place. Lots of witnesses," I deadpan.
"Sure. Can't be too careful?" A glint of a smile.
"Right."
I look around. Our table has a view of the entire place. Probably even a peek of the ocean in daylight.
"I suppose you know everyone here?"
"That work here? Yeah. Bit of an occupational hazard, being in the same business in a small town like this."
"Is that how we got the best table in the place?"
"Probably."
He smiles. I look down at the menu, unsure if I can take his gaze.
"What are ya having?" he asks.
"I thought this was where the burgers were to die for, or did I get that wrong?"
He laughs. I press my knees together under the table.
"So, Marie Cooper, what's brought you all the way out here to Queensland's finest? Broken home, broken relationship or an offer from the criminal courts you couldn't refuse?"
"Well, Noah Holland, since you're asking, it's probably a combination of all three. Although it's my brother who's in trouble with the law, not me as such. But it sure makes the other side of the world an attractive option right now."
He sits back in the chair, his shirt tightening over his chest.
"Guess I touched a nerve," he says after a few seconds of contemplating the look on my face.
I shrug. "S'ok. It's just the average family story where I'm from."
"And where's that?"
"East London. Hackney. It was a right shit-hole when I was growing up. They tarted it up for the Olympics. Makes it look prettier in the rear view mirror but it's still best experienced only in the rear view mirror, if you know what I mean?"
He's laughing. Really laughing.
"I think I do. Not planning on going back there, then?"
"Not if I can help it. I mean, I'd managed to move away before coming here, to a better area of London. But this is definitely a substantial upgrade. Sun, sea, surf and fewer dirty syringes per square mile."
"Life is good here, eh? Although I'm not sure about the syringes. Have you noticed the clinic down on Fifth Avenue?"
We slipstream into an easy evening together. The burgers live up to their billing. He makes me laugh too, his eyes lighting up whenever I have to put my food back on the plate to catch my breath. It's a million miles away from the miserably stilted dates I'd put myself through back home. And even further away from the weird rituals of a night out with Alex.
He walks me home. The streets are pretty dark here. I'm so used to city life I forget that night time isn't the colour of sodium orange everywhere. But it's not the dark I'm thinking about. It's his proximity. Hints of his smell and the slightest brush of his arm against mine as we walk. I can hardly think of anything else and marvel at my ability to put one foot in front of the other without tumbling into the gutter.
"Thanks for inviting me out," I begin, pulling the door key out of my pocket. "Dinner was -- "
His face is suddenly close. My pulse jacks up and I put my hand out, scrabbling to grab onto the doorframe. For a horrible moment I think he might be having second thoughts, his eyes seem so cool. The feathery touch of his fingertip under my chin confuses me and I lift my face in surprise. The first impression of his mouth is soft. A burst of electricity. I'm sure he reacts to my sudden intake of breath, two fingers caressing the delicate underside of my throat now, tempting me closer. He presses against me a little more firmly. My head swims. As kisses go, this is right up there. I run my hands around his neck. He pulls away, but not far.
"That was nice. Inviting you out was the easy bit. This -- this took more courage. I wasn't sure you wanted it."
I'm so surprised by his honesty I don't know what to say. His face splits into another grin. I don't think I've been kissed by someone smiling so broadly as he is. He pecks and sucks at my mouth. Playful. How did I not know until now what a turnn playful can be? His thigh pushes in-between my legs, his hand on my back pressing me into him as he bends down to my mouth. Still soft but more insistent. And then he lets go. An abrupt abandonment that leaves me bereft.
"Goodnight Marie. I'll see you around."
"How?" Almost a wail. God, how embarrassing.
"You walk the beach between four and five most days, right?"
I nod dumbly. And watch as he raises his hand, then turns away.
"Night, Noah."
He acknowledges me with another wave before turning the corner out of sight. I slump against the front door until a surge of adrenalin bolts through me and I'm giggling like a madwoman as I climb the stairs.
"What are these?" I ask, picking up an unfeasibly bright green pod eddying in the water around us.
He scoops it up out of my palm.
"It's a mangrove seed pod. They wash up all along this coast. Good colour, aren't they?"
"And so many of them."
"Yeah. They're all over this area."
"It's so exotic. To me, anyway."
"No mangroves in Hackney then?"
"What do you think?"
"Ow! So sharp."
I tut at him and then regret it. I'm about to apologise but he's already talking again.
"Have you been over the other side of the headland yet?" gesturing at the view in front of us.
"No. Not yet."
"How about Saturday morning? I don't have to be at the club until midday. We could go early?"
I nod. "I'd like that."
"Great. I'll pick you up around eight. We could have breakfast? There's a good place out that way we can stop at."
"Ok."
He reaches out to tug at my hand.
"We can walk a long way out here. It's really shallow, see?"
I look in the direction of his other outstretched hand, at the people jumping waves in the distance. I follow his lead as we weave our way across narrow streams of seawater and wide banks of sand, further and further away from the shore, my stride slightly constricted by the office dress I'm wearing.
"I'm not really dressed for the beach," I mutter.
"And yet you walk it every day dressed like it."
"It's all I have!" I protest even though what he says is fair comment.
I packed mostly work clothes and only a few concessions to beach life when I came here, and have found my style to be sorely out of step. It seems like shorts and t-shirts are acceptable in almost any work situation. The programmers turn up to work in their wetsuits some mornings, boards tucked underarm, tracking sand all over the floor. It makes me feel a total square in my sensible grey and navy skirts and dresses.
"I'm not complaining. It makes it easy to find you."
I pull a face which he shrugs off, unembarrassed at his admission that he watches for me.
"It's warm today. The water, I mean. It feels warmer."
He tips his head, his fingers twitching in my hand when he suddenly yanks me to him and we fall waist deep in the water. My shriek sounds horribly loud.
"Warm enough for ya?" he's pulling us deeper, arms and legs wrapped around me, holding us afloat.
"I can't believe you just did that." I try to glare at him, but he's having none of it and his amusement is infectious.
And now I'm in it, the water isn't that warm. I mean, warmer than the North Sea, no question. Yet not exactly warm.
"And what's in here anyway?"
"Nothing life-threatening. It's too shallow here for sharks or dolphins."
"Dolphins? Aren't they just cute, cuddly things?"
"They're bastards. They bump and knock into you if you're surfing someplace they don't want you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Serious bruises if they get ya."
"I had no idea."
He draws me into his chest, sharing his body heat, his hands warm around my waist.
"I think the wet and wild look suits ya," he says.
"The what now?"
"You're pretty when you're all neat and tidy, but I think I like you messy."
I open my mouth to retort something biting, but he beats me to it with a kiss. Purposeful. More exploratory than the other night. Harder. Splashes of sunlight float and dance over my eyelids. I try to relax but my blood is thumping around my body too fast. The tip of his tongue brushes along my lower lip. I open my eyes, running out of oxygen. His gaze, full of intent, does nothing for my blood pressure. None's kissed me like this. As if it's the main event. It scares me. And I want more.
We kiss until the breeze rises and brings me out in a rash of goosebumps, his tongue stroking and curling around mine, gently pulling at me, searching for me. The press of our bodies feeling more urgent, our breathing more shallow.
"Probably time to get out before it gets too chilly," he smiles, rubbing my back.
I curse the setting sun for killing the heat and follow him back onto the sandbanks, my legs a little shaky. My dress clings to me, heavy with saltwater. We collect my shoes. Noah's persuaded me it's fine to leave them on the beach while I walk in the water, after teasing me for assuming everyone's a thieving git and reminding me this place isn't anything like London.
"I'll take ya home on my bike so ya don't get too cold," he's saying as we walk up the beach towards the road.
I didn't know he had a bike, but it's there, parked outside the Surf Club. I know bugger all about motorbikes. This one's nice looking; glossy blue and shiny chrome. I'm dubious about getting on it, but he flicks his hand at me and I hike up my dress to get on behind him.
"Hold onto me like this. I won't go too fast. You'll be fine."
His skin is hot underneath his wet shirt. Air rushes by all around us. For my first bike ride, it's pretty good and I'm laughing by the time he pulls up outside my building.
He steadies me as I get off.
"Ok?"
"That was fun."
"Yeah?" He looks pleased.
I nod. Lean in to give him a kiss and he catches me, hands on both sides of my head, holding me to him.
"Gotta go," he says regretfully. "Until Saturday."
And drives off. Faster than when I was on the back.
I regard my overpriced smashed avocado on toast, wondering what my nan would say about it. She thinks avocado is a colour choice for bathrooms, not a food. A little twist in my gut brings a flush to my throat. I'm so very far away from home. It's liberating.
We are surrounded by blue. Blue sky. Blue ocean. Brilliant, expansive, big blue in every direction. On the edge of the world. Not even the frequency of the aircraft taking off and landing nearby mars the beauty of this place. I try to visualise what's out there, over the blue horizon. I've spent hours staring at Google Earth trying to orientate myself. To the left is Papua New Guinea. To the right, New Zealand. Thousands of islands and atolls sprinkled throughout the South Pacific, but no major landfall from this coastline until Chile and Argentina.
I drag my eyes back to our table, and sneak looks at him when I think he's too absorbed in eating to notice. He's wearing a light green t-shirt that looks like it's been worn and loved for many years, his shoulders straight and square inside it. Light brown hairs on his golden arms reach up into the puffs of air swirling around us.
"Did you grow up around here?"
He nods, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Takes a drink from his sweating glass. "But I've only been back here about a year."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I was working down in Sydney for a few years but I hated it."
"Sydney or the work?"
His green eyes focus on me then dip.
"The job. I worked for a big accountancy firm and couldn't have hated it more if I tried."
"As an accountant?" I can't hold back my surprise.
"Don't sound so amazed," his response is mild but I worry he's offended.
"Sorry."
"I know I don't look much like an accountant but maybe that's why it wasn't my best career choice."
"I can't imagine you in a suit."
"No?" His eyes trap mine.
I shake my head and swallow. He takes another drink. I watch his throat. He hasn't shaved recently. I sit on my hands, fighting an unfamiliar urge to run my fingertips across his stubble.
"What made you stop?"
He picks at his plate.
"One morning I woke up but couldn't get out of bed. So I quit. Didn't even go back into the office."
"Blimey."
"Yeah."
"What are you going to do next?" I nearly bite my tongue off, thinking I might be offending him even more with my assumption that working in a bar isn't what or where he wants to be.
"A bit of this and a bit of that. Running the club for Nick is ok for now. It gives me time to do a couple other things."
"Like?"
"I do the accounts for some mates of mine that run their own businesses or are self-employed. I guess that'll always be a fallback for me, to pay the bills." He pauses; shrugs. But for once I think he's having to try for laid-back and I sit up, to listen more carefully to whatever's coming next. "And I take pictures. I've even sold a few."
"Photos?"
He nods, looking a bit less sure of himself. An idea of him as a young boy flits into my head; softer, maybe even shy.
"I'd like to see them."
"Sure." He smiles a small smile.
The big blue skies spin overhead.
"Wanna beer or a glass of wine?"
"Um, a beer, thanks."
We slide the bags onto the kitchen counter. The food smells great, but I'm more interested in looking at the flat. It's above the club. We passed a small bathroom on the way into the main room -- a kitchen, dining and living room all together. A couple of doors, both closed, off to one side. An entire wall made up of sliding glass doors looking directly out onto the ocean.
"The view must be incredible in the daylight."
He glances up, bottle opener in his hand.
"It's spectacular. The rest of the apartment isn't anything special, but the view is what makes it."
The beer is ice cold. I fold my arms around myself. He dishes out the food into bowls, his movements fluid. Economical.
We sit either side of the kitchen countertop. He eats steadily and with concentration. We've been out all afternoon, riding along the coastal road and then inland, into the pines. I can feel the sun and wind on my face. The skin on my arms and legs is stiff with it too. His hair is wild from the ride, unruly waves of it framing his face and straggling down his neck, trapped around the black cord he wears there.
"Don't ya like it?"
He's gesturing with his chopsticks at my bowl. Largely untouched.
"No. I mean yes. It's delicious."
I blush hard and shovel rice into my mouth.
We don't say much after that. The clicks and slurps of eating and drinking against the regular rhythm of the ocean are the only sounds all around us. It's comfortable. He sits back as he finishes off, balancing the chopsticks across the top of his bowl. He asks me what it's like working for Lisa; whether it's what I'd expected it to be. I tell him about our college days together. Our daydreams of emigrating into the sunshine. But where she'd gone and done it, I'd got myself a sensible and very boring job in London instead. Until she'd messaged a few months back, asking if I'd be interested in a year's contract working for her company, to fill in for her project manager while she took off around Europe. I could even live in her flat while she was gone.
He pushes another beer over to me while I talk, letting his fingers rest on mine for a few seconds.
I ramble on, about persuading Lisa to change some of their management software, and how I still can't get used to the idea of sitting in an office in shorts and flip flops...
"Flip flops?"
"Thongs. You lot call them thongs."
... and how welcome everyone has made me feel there. How much I've grown to love walking along the beach every day after work, kicking through the surf. And how I feel more relaxed here than I had thought possible.
I halt.
"Sorry. I talk too much."
"Who says?"
I turn to look out of the window.
"I don't think so."
"Really?"
"I'm the one sitting here listening to ya."
Sounds from downstairs, distant until now, gather in volume, like a battle cry. Noah inclines his head.
"Queensland must've scored."
"Did you want to watch it?"
"Nah. I'm not much of a football fan. And I don't reckon Queensland will win it this year anyway."
"No?"
He shakes his head and stands up.
"I need to sit somewhere a bit more comfortable than these bloody awful chairs." He lifts his eyebrows at me; an expression both funny and suggestive.
The sofa is more comfortable than it looks. I sink into it, glad of its softness.
"Mindless TV or music?"
"Music. I hear enough of Australian tele from my neighbour's flat. I think he's a bit deaf."
Noah laughs, then coughs as he settles next to me.
"You good?"
"Yes. Yes, thanks. I really enjoyed the afternoon."
"Being on the bike was ok for ya?"
"Yes. I had fun, although I think I'll feel it tomorrow."
"Me too probably. It's a while since I've ridden that far."
He crooks his arm along the back of the sofa, a hint of his sweat that makes me want to breathe deeply. A twitch plays out across my shoulders.
"Cold? Here," and he pulls at a blanket lying across the top of the sofa. "Take this."
I tuck it around myself, inching a little bit closer.
"It doesn't sound like Queensland are winning the game," I offer. "Judging by the lack of cheering downstairs."
"Did you want to watch it?"
"No. I wouldn't have a clue what's going on. I'm not much of a one for watching sports."
"Mmm." He pauses. "Can I ask you something Marie?"
I turn to look at him. "Yes. What?"
Uncertainty in his eyes.
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don, do ya?"
"No. No I don't."
"None you're still hung up on?"
"No."
The back of my neck crawls as his fingers curl upwards into my hairline.
"And another thing."
"What?"
"When do ya ever take this down?"
He tweaks my knot of hair.
"Not messy enough for you?" I tease him, but I'm already reaching up to pull out the elastic.
"No, let me."
I stop, surprised at how rough his voice sounds. And let him unwind my hair with his gentle fingers, appreciating the care he's taking not to pull at the tangles. He moves me, twisting me until my back is turned to him as he teases my hair down over my shoulders, fingertips catching, sometimes lingering, against my skin.
"You've done this before."
"Three sisters."
"Hair like yours?"
"Yep."
"I imagine they brush it more than you do, then, to try to tame it?"
"Probably."
My skin cools where he's lifting up my hair, his kiss hot on my neck. I jolt forwards, a giggle escaping my lips, and stretch, offering him more of me.
"I've been thinking about this all afternoon," he whispers, his breath the lightest tickle.
I lean back into him, relaxing into his touch as he moves his mouth under my ear, down to my shoulders and back again. It's setting me alight, my skin already sensitised by too much sun and wind. I squeeze my toes tight and drop my head forward, overtaken by the feel of his mouth caressing me.
"You ok, Marie?"
I breathe in sharply, aware I might have have been making sounds I thought were only happening inside my head. I begin to nod but instead twist to meet him, wanting his mouth, the rush so intense it makes me lightheaded. Each touch, each kiss, intensifies the feeling of lifting upwards, high into the deep blue sky. His hands, firm on my shoulders, pull me closer until I'm hard up against his chest. The contact is a relief yet not enough.
He pulls back, releasing my mouth, eyes shiny. We yank at the blanket between us, redundant now, until it's in a heap on the floor.
His stubble rasps under my touch.
"Come here, Marie. Closer," as he coaxes me onto his lap, resting his hands around my waist.
He tastes earthy. With a touch of salt. A hint of washing detergent from his clothes.
"You smell good."
His chest moves as he laughs.
"You're the first girl who's ever said that to me."
I kiss his neck again.
"Well, you do."
"Hmm."
He shifts underneath me and I slip forwards, clumsy. He's hard.
"Sorry," I apologise, seeing him wince.
He shifts around some more and I lift my hips, feeling awkward. I sit back down but the wonderful feeling has gone.
"It's ok," he tries to reassure me.
It's no use. I've lost my nerve. He's running his hands over my back but it only makes me stiffen up more.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," I lie.
"Marie?"
"Nothing. Really."
"I'm not stupid. What's wrong? Tell me."
I look at him, wishing it was that easy.
Hurt fills his eyes.
"You're nervous of me."
I can't stand to look at him and know I'm ruining it all. As per. I lurch away, stumbling to find my feet and stand up.
"No, wait. Don't go."
He snags my hand.
"I'm sorry, Noah," I can barely get it out, "but I'm shit at this."
"What?" His brow creases as his fingers grip mine. "Shit at what? I thought you were into it... What do you mean, 'shit'?"
I look down at him, fidgeting my trembling legs.
"This. Shit at this."
"Says who?"
"My ex, for one."
He blinks, sits up straighter.
"He said so when I broke up with him."
"Well he sounds a right cunt."
I grunt, caught out by his vehement tone.
"Right? Marie? I mean, that's a fucking shitty thing to say to anyone."
"But I think he was right." I chew at my mouth, knowing now there's no way back from here.
That it's going to be over. He still looks so hurt. My guts churn with embarrassment. And grief over what could have been. It yawns in front me; another pathetic failure.
"Sit down. Please, Marie?"
His thumb presses the top of my hand.
"Unless ya wanna go. I mean, I want you to stay but it's not a hostage situation going on here. You can leave whenever you want, right. But stay, will ya?"
I drop back down onto the sofa, confused.
"Sorry, Noah. I'm sorry."
"Ok, stop. Stop apologising."
I press my lips together, my mind stinging cold with panic, blood and shame rushing in my ears.
It's a few minutes before either of us says anything.
"Do you wanna tell me, or shall I take you home?" He pauses. "I really like you, Marie, ya know? I was enjoying myself and I thought you were too. I want to see you again so I'd like it if ya stayed and talked."
I try to listen, recognising the effort it must be taking him to say these things.
"It's hard to talk about it, Noah," I eventually manage to say, miserable.
He rubs his hand over mine. Giving me some encouragement, I think. I decide to take courage from it.
"The thing is..." I glare at the crumpled blanket on the floor, "the thing is I enjoy it to a certain point but then it -- but then I just don't seem to be as into it as I should be. I get distracted. Nervous, or something."
I suck at my lip, determined not to be any more pathetic than I already have been by crying as well.
"Did I do something wrong? Something you didn't like? Marie?"
I shake my head miserably. "No."
"No? Then what happened?"
"I just thought maybe -- that, umm, that when I slipped and --"
"Oh, that." His face lightens. "That was nothing."
I realise I'm humming under my breath and stop.
His touch is more tentative, but he coaxes me into sitting back, his arm over my shoulders, hugging me gently to his side. I try to relax. Or at least to stop feeling incurably foolish.
"How would you like to come with me to Byron Bay one day next week? I need to go down there to pick up a few things from a mate. See if Lisa can't give you a day off."
My chest opens up as though he's forced the air into it.
"Really?"
"I meant it, Marie. I like ya. If this is our first bump in the road, so be it, right?"
I stare at him. I've been conditioned more than I thought to expect cruelty, moody silences and door slamming.
"Yes. I'd love to do that."
We buy Japanese again for dinner on the way back from Byron Bay. He's driving a mate's ute -- what I used to call a truck -- with the windows wound all the way down, air gusting around us as we swing into the car park behind the Surf Club. Cassie bounds up to the doors, Nick watching from the steps, and Noah shoos her away before I'll get out, clutching the food to my chest.
This time I'm the one serving it into bowls while he washes up in the bathroom.
"I'm bloody starving," he announces not for the first time as he sits at the countertop.
I slide the bowls over to him.
"Eat before you expire."
He grins at me. I can't stop myself from reaching over to push some of his hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah, even I'm about to admit I need a haircut."
"It wasn't a criticism, I just wanted to see your eyes."
I flush. He chews, his gaze steady on me. I seek refuge in my own food, studying it intently. His grin merely widens when I look up again.
We eat until we've finished every last morsel, the bowls scraped clean. He sits on the sofa fiddling with his phone while I start rinsing out the dishes.
"Hey, don't do that. Come and sit down. Unless you wanna go back to your own place now?"
I pick up the blanket that's still on the floor and fold it up as I sit down next to him. My phone buzzes. I pull it out of my back pocket. It's Lisa.
Aaand??!! --
I groan to myself. And tap out as short a reply as I think I can reasonably get away with.
Lovely day. Byron Bay is pretty. Hippie-Central! --
Aaand??!! --
Well, I should've known she wasn't asking for my Trip Advisor review.
"What's up?"
I pull a face.
"It's Lisa, nosing around."
"Yeah?"
"She's chief cheerleader as far as reviving my love life is concerned."
"Love life, eh?"
That dangerous glint in his eye. I flush hot again.
He eases the phone out of my hand and sets it down out of reach. His earthy smell fills my senses and he makes a surprised sound as he feels my first kiss on his neck. He lets me take my time, only gradually running his hands down from my shoulders to my waist, gentle touches of his lips to my hair.
As I lean back his eyes are serious. Careful.
"Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable than this grimy old couch?"
I stand up, heart thumping. Anticipation, not fear.
He holds my hand, leading me into his bedroom. Which is surprisingly neat. And smells of the same washing detergent as his clothes. Turning me around he picks at the elastic band in my hair, releasing it down my back, smoothing his hands through it. His breath is hot against my ear as he bends down to me.
"Look, I'm only interested in enthusiastic consent, Marie, so stop me if you don't feel right about anything."
I meet his gaze in the mirror in front of us, failing to control the strong kick of desire that skitters down my back.
"Do you trust me to stop if you say so?"
I nod.
"I don't have any condoms, so we're stopping before we reach that point anyway. Is that good with you?"
I nod again, something powerful blooming from under my ribcage. Still watching me in the mirror, he lifts my hair and presses his face into my neck, holding me to his chest. I let myself lean against him, to give myself over to his hold on me. Wanting him to touch me. All over. But his lips trace circles around my neck, ear, cheek. Delicate touches that bring me to place of pleasure I hardly recognise.
"Marie?"
I open my eyes and find his staring back at me in our reflection.
"Ok?"
"Yes. This is lovely."
"Lovely." He repeats the word as if practising it, humour touching the corners of his eyes.
"Mmhmm. Lovely is the perfect word for this feeling."
"Yeah?"
His eyes soften. He presses another sweet kiss into my neck. "I'm doing alright, then?"
"Oh, it's not you. It's me, Noah. All me. I'm the one that's --," I can't bring myself to say the word Alex branded me with. "I'm the one that can't do it right," I stutter.
"That's just fucking bullshit. I think he was the one not doing it right."
I frown, my heart sinking.
"No really, Marie. You were in his hands and he fucked it up. I mean, what did he even try?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean -- did he do this with you?"
He kisses my neck again.
"Umm, mmm -- yes. A bit. But not as -- not like this," I exhale, giving up on trying to find any words.
He tightens his hold around my body, moving into me, pressing himself up against me, eyes flickering as I push back, fitting into his body. He tilts his hips, forcing a shiver down me, head to toe. It feels as if my skin has come alive, nerve endings teeming, twitching, buzzing. With pleasure, not fear. His thumb scratches across my shoulder, catching against my shirt, my bra strap. Just once.
Can I relax enough to imagine that this could be good? Could go even partway to fulfilling my fantasy of what sex could be like? I think about Noah's promise.
As I pull myself back into focus, I realise he's been watching me, his eyes full of questions.
"What's going on, Marie?" he asks softly.
I slip my fingers into my shirt to release it, button by button, his eyes following every fumbling movement. His kisses return. Wetter, heavier than before.
"You're gorgeous," he says, dragging my shirt off to one side, applying his lips to my bared shoulder; then down my arm, chasing the cloth as it falls away.
"So are you."
His eyebrows shoot upwards and he wraps his arms and body around me. He feels really warm. Hot. My belly clenches.
"Marie, I want to fuck you until we're both broken."
I snatch at my breath, shocked and delighted.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you putting your feet in the ocean wearing that smart blue dress of yours. But I'll be as patient as you need."
We pull at each other's clothes until they are heaped on the floor and he's sliding his leg between my thighs, the palm of his hand pressing me onto him. The hairs on his chest are ticklish against my breasts. Tantalising. I fidget my toes over the tiled floor until he urges me to lie down with him in his bed. He pulls the sheet over us, moving us together until we are pressed into each other again, his breath running over me. His tongue fills me, searching me out. The muscles in his back flex as he moves. I trace their outline with my fingers, crook my leg over his, pulling him harder to me, wanting his weight in-between my legs.
Little by little I surrender myself to his touch, pushing my fears to the far edges of my mind, concentrating instead on the buzz of his fingers and tongue on my skin. He's still tracing circles, moving slowly, slowly closer down to my breasts. Agonisingly slowly. It's a beautiful, torturous, journey. I didn't think I had that many places to kiss, but he's finding them, inching one way, then the other. Returning to some places again and again. Just as I think he must be about to finally touch my breasts, he torments me further by planting his mouth just underneath them, his stubble rasping along the tender skin.
"Noah!"
"Uh-huh?"
Green eyes, big black pupils, rise up to meet my gaze, the crease of his smile so provocative my heart stutters. Nearly falls. I suck at the air.
"Too patient for ya?"
The wet warmth of his mouth envelops my breast for one wonderful second. A fleeting salve. Then the green gaze is back.
"Shit, Noah. You're being a bastard now."
He just laughs. Presses his lips to mine, then resumes his slow exploration, grazing his cheeks along my minimal cleavage until I'm burning up with need. When he finally sinks his mouth onto a nipple I twist and writhe, disbelieving the intensity of it, suddenly aware of how wet I am between my legs. I wonder if he can feel it too, through the cotton of our underwear. He rocks into me just then, confirming how slippery I am. I move against him, heated delight slicing into me at the sound of his quiet grunt.
He twists us until he's on his back, positioning me over him, his hardn more obvious like this. I fight the return of my nerves. His hands push me up, raising me onto my hands and knees. I look down. His body is a lovely sight, lying loose and confident under me.
"What do you want?"
I shake my head, unable to voice it. The flutter of his hands is too much. I tilt my hips down towards him.
"Marie?"
I kiss him to stop him asking me things I can't answer. Nearly bite him at the sudden relief of his hand pressing up against me. His quiet laugh fills my mouth.
"How's this feel?" sliding his palm along me, firm and smooth.
Some kind of desperate noise escapes from me as I fight for breath.
"Lovely?" a smile lifting his lips as he teases me with my own words.
I nod, quivering over him; suspended.
He lifts his head, kissing me deeply, curling his fingers into me, making me jerk and moan. I'm helpless as he takes control of me, his fingers slipping against me as if inviting me to some secret place. My hips press and rotate of their own volition, wanting to help him find it. When he at last pulls at my underwear to fit his hand inside it's a violent relief, a wash of pleasure that almost unhinges me.
"Aw Marie," he whispers, tugging me down tight, rolling over, yanking the twist of sheets off us, easing my underwear down my legs.
I pant as he closes in on me, his mouth sweet and hot on my face. And then he leaves me, head down, mouth pressing random, pleasurable places, his shoulders moving with grace and power as he journeys further away from me. Each touch of his mouth, each brush of his hair on my skin makes me flinch, my hips and toes fidgeting in sweet agony.
And then he reaches the place I both feared and hoped was his destination. Another burst of sounds escapes me at the smooth wonder of his tongue on me. He looks up. I'm sure I must look a sight; wide-eyed and tangles of hair over my face. But he smiles.
"You're bloody gorgeous," as he returns to my mouth for a gentle kiss.
My eyes pop wider at the taste of me on him.
"I think you like that," he winks.
And crawls back down my body, flexing and lithe like a wild animal. His touch is rougher, more dominating than before. I can't get enough of it, no longer caring what I look like. All my senses narrow down to the flicks and licks of his tongue, the softer caresses of his lips, his hard grip on my thighs as he presses me wider. Adding his fingers to reach more of me jacks up the intensity and I don't know whether I want to escape or push myself into his face. He's everywhere, touching and finding every nerve ending I have. I drag air into my lungs, desperate but afraid for it to end. The sensation of his fingers pushing inside throws some kind of switch in me. More noises chase their way out of my throat.
"Yeah let me feel it," he whispers so close to me his words overflow into me.
I'm moaning, really moaning. Unable to stop. Until he does something unbelievably delicious with his tongue, touching a part of me I can't even describe. It's like the union of all the good and beautiful in me. It silences me, the shock of his touch, his discovery. And then everything erupts; everything. And I'm whirling high up into the deep blue above. Out of control. Flying and spinning. It's enough, but he doesn't stop, forcing more from me, allowing me no escape.
Until I'm done.
I collapse back to the mattress, dimly aware I must have been lifting my back up high, feeling the tremble in my muscles now, my lungs heaving. He strokes the side of my face. I turn into him, hugging him closer.
He waits for me catch my breath, softly rubbing my back.
"Did he try that?"
It takes me a few seconds to work out what he means.
"Alex? No. No, I don't think he had a clue about any of that," I pant, the truth of it suddenly obvious now.
He grins. It fills me, the sweet delight of it, and I begin to laugh until I'm giggling. I stretch out, trying to sober up. And am suddenly aware that he is still hard.
"What about you, Noah?"
I touch him lightly, tentatively. His underwear is sticky. From me or him, or both? His eyes snap back into focus.
I suck at my lip.
He thrusts upward. I retreat, unsure of what to do. Alex said I was crap at this too. But Noah doesn't know that. He pushes his underwear down, takes my hand in his and presses it around his dick.
"I'm not going to mind if you wanna help me," his voice sounding gruff. "I'm right on the edge as it is."
He holds me there, squeezing my hand tighter than I expected, encouraging me to move up then down, pushing himself in and out, hard and slippy against my palm.
"Yeah, that's it. Nice and tight," he encourages me.
His eyes drift closed. I look down at his angry-looking head, at his hips rising then falling. I adjust my grip and try to match the rhythm of his hips, watching in fascination as liquid drips from him. I rub at it with my thumb and press down.
"Like that. Yeah," he murmurs, reaching into my hair.
I do it again, tracing the path of his come, spreading it around, feeling him twitch and pulse.
'Aw, sweet fuck," he pulls me in, fixing his mouth on mine and delving deep into me, grunting into me as he jerks and fucks into my hand, his hot come exploding in-between our bodies.
The silence after is calm and long. We hold onto each other until he reaches down to pull the sheet back over us and gives me a soft kiss.
"Stay here tonight Marie, will you? I'll take you home in the morning to get clean clothes for work."
I listen to him fall asleep, feeling his body get heavier against mine. Sleep comes harder to me but I've never felt lighter.
"How was the beach today?"
"Beautiful. Blowy."
"And Noah?"
Lisa knows we meet there, on the beach, almost every day now.
"Also beautiful," I smile into my glass, waiting for the inevitable ribbing.
"How's it going between you two?"
She scrutinises me over the tops of her glasses.
"Good. I think. I hope."
"You're too cute for words, Marie."
"What can I get you guys?" The bartender leans towards us.
"Beer for me. I'll get a Stone & Wood," Lisa gestures behind him. "Yeah, the Pacific Ale. Marie? Same?"
"No, I'll get a cranberry juice, thanks. Let me get these."
We fight for a few seconds over who's paying until Lisa capitulates. I slide the bills over the bar.
"So? He's 'beautiful' is he?"
I stare into my drink.
"Better than that douche Alex, I take it? Not that it'd take much."
I nod. "Truth, Lisa. I think I'm only just beginning to see how terrible he was."
I catch her eye and we giggle a little bit.
"But he's good to you, is he? Noah?"
"Yes," I reply. "Why are you asking in that tone of voice?"
She lifts her shoulders but I'm not having it.
"Come on. You can't go all silent and mysterious on me."
"No, nothing. Not really. Erica says he's a good fella."
And then she hesitates. Cramps nip at my belly.
"But?"
"Um, just, you know -- she said he had some sort of breakdown when he was living in Sydney, you know? That's why he came back here."
"Oh, that." I breathe out.
"You know? I mean, he told you, did he?"
"Yeah he did. Look, a bit of mental illness doesn't scare me."
"Not with your family, I suppose."
"You said it."
"So long as he's good to you?"
"He is. Very."
"Oh God, look at you. I'm not sure I've ever seen you all loved up like this."
"Shut up."
We giggle some more.
"Just tell me this. Does that bum of his fulfil all that glorious promise?"
'Fucking hell Lisa, your mind's so down in the gutter."
"A girl can look."
"I didn't think he'd be up your alley, exactly?"
She lifts her shoulders again.
"A good bum is a good bum, boy or girl."
"How does Erica feel about that confession, I wonder?"
'She's good with it. No secrets between us. Cheers, Marie," she lifts her glass to mine, and then, "You alright?"
"Yeah. Just don't feel like a drink tonight. Been feeling off colour all day, as it goes."
"Mmm. Can't tempt you over for dinner? Erica's cooking."
I shake my head. "No. Thanks, but I think an early night is called for."
I'm perching on the edge of the bed when my phone buzzes.
Hey not on the beach today? --
No. Not feeling brilliant --
Translate? --
Not brilliant unwell. Other expressions include, sick as a dog, Tom and Dick, a bit peaky, etc. Had to leave work early --
What do you need? --
I'm fine --
I'm coming over --
But don't you need to be at work? --
I'm coming over --
I lean forwards, wondering if I'm going to puke. I'm still there when he knocks on my door.
"You look like shit," he offers as he shuts the door behind him.
"Mmm. I feel like shit."
"And you're burning up," he says, his hand on my arm.
"Yeah. I think I need to lie down."
He sits next to me on the bed, pressing a hand to my forehead and brushing my hair back.
"I'll get you some water."
My eyes are heavy by the time he returns.
"Yeah, get some sleep," he murmurs from a place somewhere behind me.
I wallow in a hinterland of consciousness, scowling against a hot white light one moment then straining to find myself in a heavy thick darkness; scuffling against uncomfortably tight bands around my legs then flailing around in desperate search of warmth and containment. Strange, distorted voices alternately frighten and comfort me. Terrors and wonders battle me to the point of exhaustion, wringing me out.
And then nothing.
I stare, gradually making out the shape of a glass on the table next to the bed. I roll over onto my back, trying to blink myself back to normality. The bed moves.
"You're awake," he says.
He's lying on his side next to me; reaches out to brush my forehead.
"You've cooled down."
I struggle to form words. My mouth feels like it's full of socks.
"How are you feeling?"
I can make out more of him now my eyes are adjusting to the dark.
"Better. I think. Thirsty. And hungry."
"Good signs."
"And in need of a pee," I add, scenes of being helped into the bathroom flashing behind my eyes like memories. I squeeze them closed for a second or two.
"What time is it?"
The bed moves more as he reaches out for something, the harsh light of his phone screen throwing shadows around his face.
"Nearly five."
"In the morning?"
'Yeah. On Friday."
"Friday?"
"Yeah. You had a fever. You've been proper out of it."
I swing my legs out of bed, nearly fall onto the floor.
"Wait. I'll help you."
I groan as he holds me up, walking me into the bathroom.
"Don't worry. We're all the same," he offers, but I'm grateful when he closes the door behind him and leaves me alone.
When I re-enter the bedroom, he's switched on a light and I survey the scene. A bucket on the floor by my side of the bed; pillows bunched up on the other side, the outline of his back pressed into them; a thermometer lying on the bedside table. I look down at the t-shirt I'm wearing but don't remember putting on.
"Ok?" as he walks into the room, holding out a fresh glass of water.
"I can't believe it's Friday."
"Do think you can eat something?"
I nod, relishing the feel of the cool water in my mouth.
"I'll bring you some soup. Mum said that'd probably be the best thing as you haven't eaten in a while."
He starts to leave. I trail after him.
"I don't think I can stand another moment in that bed," I explain as he pauses.
I sit at the table trying to stop my legs shaking and watch him as he heats up some soup. His hair is a nest and from the looks of his undershirt, he's been wearing it a while.
"Have you been here the whole time? What about the club?"
"Nick owes me a few favours, so I called them in." He pours the soup into a bowl. "You were really sick. I couldn't leave you."
"You're not having any?" I ask, holding up my spoon.
"Chicken broth at five in the morning isn't really my thing," he smiles.
I dip my head. How can he be so good looking at this ungodly hour when I must be doing my best impression of an old witch?
"Thanks Noah."
"Aw, my sister brought the soup around, so thank her."
"I didn't mean the soup. Although it's lovely and I'll thank your sister for it if I get to meet her more formally."
He's still smiling at me.
"I meant thanks for staying here with me."
He leans back against the kitchen cabinets.
"You were really sick," he repeats. "Mum said someone should stay with you while you had a fever that high."
"Your mum?"
"She's a nurse."
"So she knows?"
He laughs. "Yeah. She knows."
He sits down opposite me and pulls a hand through his hair. I squeeze my knees together, thinking about him talking to his mum about me.
"I feel like I've been in another dimension."
"Yeah. You have. I learnt a lot."
I recognise the uptick of his mouth, the look in his eyes, and narrow my own at him.
"You were pretty delirious for a while. Rambling."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. For one thing, the more I hear about Alex, the more I want to smack his face into a wall."
I wince at how angry he sounds; afraid of what I must have been saying. No. What I must have been revealing.
"On the other hand, you had better stuff to say about some other dude."
I frown. Fiddle with the spoon in my hand. Exposed.
"It's ok. He feels the same way about you."
We grin at each other.
I survey the photographs laid out on the countertop in silence. He's standing behind me. Jittery. Picking at his nails.
Soft lines and shadows; shallow angles and deep curves.
"I don't usually photograph people," he starts again on the explanation I've already heard, his voice tight with tension.
I don't know what to say to him. No one's ever photographed me before. Not like this, anyway. He'd done it when I was ill; when I'd been unable to give him permission, something for which he's already apologised a number of times. He's fumbled his way through an explanation that involved getting his camera -- a Rolleiflex, apparently (no, no idea either, but he says it like it's something special) finally repaired in Sydney; his sister dropping it off to him on her way up to Brisbane to see their mum because he hadn't wanted it risk it with FedEx (seems like she was just one of an actual parade of people who came round while I was ill. Lisa and Erica also called in a couple of times); hours of watching over me, his newly repaired camera waiting to be tried out. As he'd put it, it had been too much temptation and he'd given in to it.
And now I'm looking at the results, with the promise that if I wanted, he would destroy all of them. The negatives too. But would I look at them first?
Most are close-ups, tightly shot segments where it's not immediately obvious which part of my body it is. Rumpled cotton, twisted sheets; tangled hair, smooth skin, a fingertip, an eyelash, the nape of my neck -- lots of those. Frame-fulls of beauty.
"Is this how you see me?"
He looks at me curiously. "Yes. That's how you are, Marie."
I stare back at him. Then at the photos.
He starts to shuffle them together, covering them up.
"No, don't."
His hands go still.
"I've never seen myself like this."
I pick up one. The crook of my knee; a sliver of rumpled sheet lying across the top of the image.
"You've looked at me so closely." I look at him. "Which ones do you like?"
He's hesitant at first then glances over the array of photos and picks out a few of them.
"These."
We examine them together.
"I like this one because this is a place you love to be kissed," he says, holding up a photo of the dip in-between my collarbones. "And this one for the same reason," showing me a close-up of the corner of my mouth. "And these ones because they show how beautiful your skin is. And the curve of your spine."
Eventually he asks, "Are you angry with me?"
"No. Not angry, Noah. I think I'm shocked you've spent such a lot of time looking at me. I feel... seduced."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
He looks so worried.
"Depends on how honourable your intentions are, wouldn't you think?"
Which earns me the softest of his kisses. Barely more than a brush of his lips. I kiss him back, watching the way his eyes seem to change. He pulls at me, his hand hot on my ribs, but I step back, shaking my head.
"Uh-uh. Now I'm going to look at you like you've already looked at me."
His eyes flicker and his mouth twitches.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. So you'd better take off your shirt."
"You had a t-shirt on the whole time," he protests, but I hold up my hand.
"Do you want to keep these pictures?"
I cast my eye over the piles of photographs that show me as if I'm someone beautiful, hoping he says yes.
"I do."
"Then this is the price."
I hold my breath, wondering what's got into me. Wanting him to take his shirt off. Nearly clapping my hands in delight as he flips the top few buttons open and tugs the shirt over his head. He gives me a bit of a look, his mouth twitching, and I raise an eyebrow at him. The shirt drops to the floor, as if he's raising a challenge to me. I tip my chin. I am a little freaked out at being photographed like that. Not angry. More like shocked at being seen, no -- examined -- by him when I was in such an unguarded state. Now I want him to find out what it's like to be so closely examined, even when he's aware. Maybe especially when he's aware.
I drop my eyes from his and focus on his chin, gathering myself, willing myself to be strong enough to continue whatever it is I've started here. And let my eyes roam over his face, from the little lines at the corners of his eyes to the soft tips of his earlobes. Down to his throat where I watch him swallow. He lifts his hand as if to touch me, but I give a quick shake of my head and he drops it, swallowing a second time. I look back into his face. He's not looking nervous. That'll be me. I'm the nervous one here. I clear my throat.
"Let me look at your back."
It comes out more as a croak than a command. He tilts his head just a tiny bit before swinging around, planting his hands on the countertop in front of him. I suck at my breath as I regard him in this stance, his hips a little canted to the left. I take a step closer to him, fixating on the undulations of his spine from the long curls of hair playing around the nape of his neck down to the underwear that's exposed by his low-riding shorts. I like his lean shape. Brief memories of Alex's stockier body invade my mind until I shake them off. I don't know the names of all the different muscles I'm looking at, but they seem well-defined. I pinch my thighs tight as I watch his ribs moving with the rhythm of his breathing. I've never looked at anyone this closely or for this long.
I take another tiny step closer to him and watch in fascination as goosebumps erupt across his shoulders. He jolts forwards when I touch him there, playing my fingertips over his skin, tracing the fierce pattern of bumps as he shudders. It emboldens me, to see his body reacting to something I'm doing to him and I draw one finger down the route of his spine until it reaches his waistband. I push downwards.
He emits a noise, something harsh and sudden that chases out of his throat. I squeeze my legs again, trying to ignore the heat there, hesitating. And then not. Slipping my fingers into his waistband and tugging at it.
"And these," I manage to get out, catching the quick turn of his head out of the corner of my eye.
He undoes the button and fly one-handed then stops. I look up. He looks as if he's waiting. Waiting for me to do it, both hands back on the countertop again. I push his shorts down over his hips, feeling him clenching his muscles until I tap on each thigh to get him to bring his legs closer together. Another sound, this one closer to a short laug | null | [] |
h, escapes him when I stroke the top of his foot, then lift it, running my thumb over the rough skin of his heel. Another noise. Ticklish. I stroke his other foot, coaxing him into lifting it up and I pull his shorts free.
He buckles when I kiss the back of his knee.
"Fuck," he mutters, recovering, returning to his previous stance.
I get up off my knees and step back. His bum does look really good, Lisa's got that right. I smile. He jumps again when I smooth my palm over it.
"Now these," I murmur, pinching at the fabric of his underwear, then dipping my hands into the waistband.
His sharp intake of breath stops me.
"Careful," he mutters, grabbing my hand and placing it over him, where he's really stiff.
"Oh!"
I'm such a dummy, I hadn't thought this was turning him on. It hadn't occurred to me that it might. He's looked so relaxed. I breathe out. His underwear is wet under my palm. I ease the waistband over his dick. I can't resist planting another kiss to the back of his knee again. Same reaction from him. He adjusts his stance to help me free him from his underwear. Still kneeling, I examine his legs. Long muscles. A messy scar around the back of his right ankle that I trace lightly, feeling him flinch at my touch. And again at my kiss.
I stand up again, running my hand up in-between his legs until I reach his bum. His muscles are tense, quivering. I retreat. Stand back just to look at him. He's dropped his head, as if he's been needing to concentrate on other things, in another world. And he looks like he's breathing more rapidly than before, a slight sheen of sweat gathering in the small of his back. I wrap my arms around myself. How can this be? This kind, sexy man standing here, letting me touch him like this?
"Hey."
I blink. He's turned around.
"I was worried you'd lost interest," he says, his tone light but his eyes serious.
I smile shakily.
"I don't know what I'm doing here."
He reaches for me.
"Making me feel fucking amazing," he declares, pressing us hard together.
I laugh, trying to expel my nerves. Aware he's probably staining my sensible work shirt with his dick pressing into it like this and not caring. Not caring one bit.
I let him fiddle at the buttons and part my shirt, yanking at my zip until my skirt falls down to the floor, then pulling at the catch until my bra falls open at the front. His first touch is surprisingly rough, almost painful. I want him to do it again. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I nearly take off.
I raise myself up on my toes and plant my lips on his, opening up for him as he sweeps his tongue into me, his eyes wide open. Wider when I curve my palm around him where he's so very hot and hard. He grunts, almost a protest. But I squeeze him harder. He wrenches his mouth away.
"I'm gonna come, Marie, if --"
I smile. Nod. He groans some more as I push my hand down then up, twisting it a bit. Which forces out a louder groan than before. I repeat it, liking the sounds he's making.
"Fuck. Christ, Marie."
His body tenses up. I double my efforts, concentrating on the feel of his skin sliding soft over such a hard, hot core.
"Yeah, good 'n' tight," he mutters before finding my mouth.
He throbs hard in my hand. I give another twist. His breath chases out of his nose, down my face, his eyes bright. And his hips jerk up, nearly unbalancing the both of us, his orgasm sudden and violent. I keep squeezing and tugging, letting the vibrations from his groans fill my mouth. Until he breaks off. Panting, closing his eyes for a few seconds, swaying back until he's leaning hard against the countertop behind him. Taking me with him, pressing me to his chest.
Then he stands upright, walks me backwards until I fall into the sofa. He climbs over me, shuffling us until I'm lying down and he's propped up over me. I look down at his come over both of us. He picks up my sticky hand, runs his fingers through mine, then presses two of my own into my mouth, his eyes flickering as he watches me suck on them.
"Now touch yourself, Marie, can ya?"
I shake my head.
"Go on," a little frown playing over his face.
I shake my head again. Take my fingers out of my mouth.
"No."
But I'm unable to say why. That I'm so close, I want him to be the one touching me when it washes over me. Instead, I pull at two of his fingers. He plunges them into my mouth and I wet them; the faint taste of beer from his shift in the bar tonight on my tongue. But I don't think he knows how ready I am. That this is unnecessary. I wriggle my hips. And sigh as he trails his fingers out of my mouth.
"You. You do it," I whisper.
He shoves his hand into my knickers. Grunts as his fingers discover just how ready I am. He looks into my eyes and I writhe in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. And nearly stop breathing at his sure, steady sweep through me, unable to stop my hips rising up to his touch.
"Like that?"
But it's already on me, my hips pressing up to him, following his every move as he rubs me with the heel of his hand. His gaze is intense as he studies me, working at me, making me come onto his hand. I moan, almost cry, suddenly scared he might stop. But he doesn't. Thank God he doesn't. The world expands until everything is good and right, here with Noah kneeling over me, his green eyes pinning me down as surely as his hand. It's the sweetest burn. I want him to have everything of me. It's my last coherent thought.
He's kissing me, short, gentle touches on my face, as I return. Heart thumping, I pull him down onto me and we both tighten our hold.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
I snort.
"Probably. What do you think?"
He looks at me. Not smiling.
"Ok, seriously, Noah. It's fine. It was just unexpected, you know? None's ever done anything like that about me before, that's all."
"Ok."
He looks relieved.
"And the photos are beautiful. Really, they are. They make me feel as though I could be beautiful. That you want to make me feel like that, not --," I cast about for the right words. "Not cheap or dirty."
"I should hope not. I didn't, ya know, touch you or anything like that when I was taking them. I just looked."
"I trust you, Noah. That's not the issue."
"What is?"
"I'm not sure there is one."
He cocks his head.
"Ok, so Alex was very controlling. Maybe there was a bit of me that freaked out that's what you were trying to do."
"That's not it."
"I know. I think that --," I hesitate. "I think that you were celebrating me."
I blush, unused to saying anything like this.
"Mmm."
His non-verbal response forces me to look into his eyes again.
"Loving ya. That's what I was doing, Marie."
The shouting is shrill, staccato, getting clearer as I get closer to the bar. Coming from the room in the back that's full of slot machines -- 'Pokies'. It's come out of nowhere, incongruous in a busy night of lots of birthday parties or similar that have been keeping both Noah and Nick well busy while I've had dinner with Lisa, Erica and Erica's sister. But as I emerge from the bathrooms the air is suddenly crackling tight with tension. Noah's nowhere to be seen. I divert my path over to the back room, converging with Nick as he steps out from behind the bar.
It's a bloke I haven't seen before. Drunk and sweaty and focusing all his anger on Noah. A couple of others sitting at the machines, looking like they want to bolt.
"Time to leave, buddy," Noah's saying. Repeating, judging by the exaggerated patience in his voice and the set of his shoulders.
"Fuck off will ya?"
"No. You're causing trouble here, so you gotta go."
"Says who?" sneering. "You, with ya perfect fucking judgement? That what they said in the nut house about ya when they let ya out?" and making an unmistakable gesture at Noah.
I stop breathing, boiling anger racing up my gullet ready to fire out in a torrent of terrible words. But then I see how Noah's shoulders have dropped a little bit.
"Leave. Now."
"Yeah? Think this'll make you a big man?" His mean eyes flick, suddenly aware of Nick and me standing behind Noah.
Noah steps towards him, his back rigid and square.
"Yeah come on."
But he looks shocked when Noah grips his arms to pull him upright off the stool. Nick steps in and between them they drag and march the protesting drunk downstairs. The hurt look in Noah's eyes as he'd seen me there stays with me as I walk back to the table. It makes my heart pinch with sadness.
"What's going on?"
"Some pissed up arsehole getting ejected."
"Yeah?"
I sit down, trying to control my shakes.
"You ok? You look upset."
I shake my head. "I'm fine," I lie.
Lisa stops Erica from asking anything more. She knows from the look on my face it'll fall on stony ground. It turns the evening and soon enough, we're all standing, ready to leave.
"Wanna lift home?" Lisa asks me.
"Nah. I want to say goodbye to Noah and the walk home will do me good. You go."
"Ok. See you in the arvo -- don't forget I'm going out to Burleigh Heads first thing in the morning, right?"
I nod, anxious for them to leave now.
Noah's cleaning the bar, head down. I stand near, waiting for him to see me, uncertain yet feeling it might be important to stay.
"Marie, you heading off?" Nick walks around me, dirty glasses in his hands.
'Uh-huh, yes."
Noah's looking up at me, a blank look to his eyes. I twitch with nerves. No, with fear.
"Hey Noah, why don't you nick off now? Walk Marie home or whatever. Go on," Nick seems to give him a particular kind of look, as Noah simply nods, no argument, puts the cloth down near the sink and mutters a quiet goodnight.
I follow him down the stairs and outside, catching a hold of his hand as he lets go of the door.
"Hey," I offer.
"Hey Marie. You girls have a good night?"
He sounds so subdued.
"It was ok. Better than yours."
"You heard all that, then?"
I squeeze his hand.
"Make me a cuppa before I walk home?"
The tiniest suggestion of a smile on his face. But he doesn't switch the lights on once we get inside his flat; instead leans up against the kitchen counter. I don't know what to do, his stiff silence so unfamiliar it makes my heart ache. I switch the kettle on. Move closer to him until I can feel his body heat. I breach the space between us first, gasping into the firm hug, his arms suddenly tight around me, his head dropping to my neck. The kettle rattles and boils. Turns itself off. Silence. Just the regular rhythm of the ocean outside. And our breathing.
After a while, he shifts his footing and lifts his head.
"Tea? Coffee? Beer?"
"I'll have what you're having," he replies.
The kettle goes back into action as he sits down on the sofa. I open the fridge, using the internal light to locate mugs, tea and a spoon elsewhere.
"Here," I hand him a mug, taking a seat next to him.
We sip quietly, me hoping he isn't regretting me being here.
"There was a girl in Sydney," he begins.
I hold onto my breath and my heart, not knowing what's coming next.
"I didn't treat her very well in the end and she didn't deserve that."
I tuck my legs up onto the sofa.
"I mean, we didn't really fit together. Not really. She was part of all the stuff there that I hated -- the job, the clients, the obsession with making money. But she didn't deserve the way I treated her."
"And how was that?"
He shrugs. "I abandoned her, really. Stopped answering her calls. Didn't open the door when she came looking for me. And I'm sure she got it bad at work too. We worked together and I'm positive the bosses went after her when I just dropped out of sight. It must've made it even worse for her. I'm not too proud of being such a prick."
"You weren't well."
"No."
He gulps down the last of his tea. I do the same, making a decision.
"My dad killed himself, Noah. None of us had a clue it was that bad for him. I suppose he didn't feel able to say. Not even to mum. In fact he was behaving like a complete dick just before he did it."
"Christ, Marie, I'm so sorry," his eyes wide, glittering.
"Mental illness doesn't make for good behaviour. He was pushing us away. I think he was making it easier for himself to do it, you know?"
I know he does know, from the bolt of recognition that passes through his body.
"Is that how it was for you?"
"Yes."
We let his admission sit in the air around us.
"What happened?"
He shrugs. "I set fire to all my suits instead. Locked up the house and drove back here. Stayed with Nancy, my sister. She's a nurse."
A flicker of humour in that last sentence.
"So she knows?"
"She knew," he acknowledges the joke, wryly.
"I'm glad."
He heaves a sigh, pulls on me until I'm across his lap and hugs me hard. Relief pours through me.
It's still dark when I wake the next morning. In his bed. His body pressed along mine, an arm heavy over my ribs.
"You're awake?"
I breathe out, shift my hips, letting him know. Yes, I'm awake.
A light kiss to the nape of my neck and a sweep of his hand down my side. It makes me smile. Last night's heaviness seems far away. His hand keeps busy, sliding my t-shirt upwards, stroking my bare skin on the return. Sliding and stroking. Another light kiss.
"Thanks, Marie."
"What for?"
"Staying with me."
I turn over to face him.
"I don't give a shit what anyone says about you, Noah. But I'll always want to hear what you say."
He runs a fingertip down my spine.
"Are you listening to me? Noah?"
"Yes. I am."
"Don't clam up on me, will you? That's what frightens me."
"Clam up?"
"Go silent."
"Oh. That."
"That. Yes."
"Ok."
Another kiss. I sink into him, letting myself get a little bit hypnotised by his fingers moving up and down my back. No longer made nervous by the feel of him pressed hard against my belly. We barely move except for the necessary adjustments to draw breath. Soon enough dawn begins to break. It happens so fast here, as though the sun can't wait to begin the new day. Hues of apricot crack open the sky. Noah stirs. Stretches.
"What time do you need to be at work Marie?"
"Eight. There's a bloke I like to meet up with on the beach between four and five every afternoon. I don't like to miss him, so I get into work early so I can leave by four."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
His smile is lovely.
"We still got some time, then, before I need to get you home?"
He makes his meaning clear with a little lift of his hips.
"Hmm."
"S'alright, Marie, we can only go so far."
"Oh?"
"Still got no condoms, so you're safe from the worst of me."
"Now you're talking shit, Noah Holland."
"Yeah?"
I shimmy my hips over him, watching his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"It might be time for me to have your worst."
"Don't tease me, Marie Cooper."
He rolls me onto my back. Settles himself between my legs.
"I'm not."
"Not nervous of me anymore?" A deliberate rotation of his hips that forces me wider.
"Not anymore."
He gathers me up into a long, full-bodied hug.
"I can't believe it's so empty here," I say, surveying the long stretch of sand.
Aside from an older couple, their overactive dog and a mother with her baby, there's not another soul in sight.
"Well, it's winter here. Most people think this is cold."
I laugh at the absurdity of it. That weather like this could possibly be called winter. That I'm sitting here staring out at the Pacific watching for humpback whales with a genuine chance of seeing some. That Noah is curled around me, finishing off his beer, his throat working as he swallows. He takes a long breath.
"I called Rachel yesterday."
It takes me a second to remember who Rachel is. Yes, the girl in Sydney. I blink, steadying my nerves. And look at him from the corner of my eye but he's staring straight ahead at the ocean.
"Uh-huh. How did it go?"
I feel his chest move as he shrugs and shifts behind me.
"Awkward."
"That's it?"
"She was pretty fucked off with me. But by the end of it she thanked me for at least calling her. Said I coulda done it a year ago, but --"
"But it was better than nothing at all?"
"Yeah. Something like that."
"Good. I'm glad you called her."
He just tightens his hold around me. And then suddenly tenses.
"There! Right there. Did you see?" his arm shooting out in front of us.
And yes, the slightest disturbance in the water, far out, a light spray briefly rising upwards. We watch avidly and are rewarded with a few more.
"Wow. Just fucking wow, Noah. That's amazing. I've never seen that before. I can't believe they are out there."
He hugs me again.
"We should go out on one of those trips and we'd get much closer to them."
"I'd love that, even though I'm not a fan of boats much."
"Landlubber," he teases me.
The light levels suddenly dip.
"Shit, we should get going. It's gonna rain."
He gestures towards the banks of clouds massing behind us.
"Think we'll get caught in it?"
"Maybe. I hope not because it looks like it's here to stay. Come on, let's go."
We shove the remains of lunch and the blanket we'd been sitting on into my backpack and set off towards where we left the bike, chill fingers of colder air already curling around my arms and legs. About twenty minutes into the ride, the heavens open. Noah pulls the bike over a couple of times, and we stand under the canopy provided by roadside trees until the rain calms down enough for us to continue.
As we climb off the bike, soaked to the skin, a couple of the club regulars are standing on the deck outside.
"Hey Noah, showing ya chick a good time again?" one of them jeers, holding his cigarette aloft.
"Sure, Dean."
"What are we looking at here, Noah? Some kind of hipster foreplay?"
Noah shakes his head.
"Why don't you two get back to the Pokies where being a loser isn't such a public embarrassment for ya?"
They both yelp in delight at the insult while we climb the steps to the flat above.
By the time we are inside we're both shivering.
"You need to warm up. I don't want you getting sick again. Why don't ya get in the shower and I'll put your clothes in the dryer?"
"What about you? You're shivering just as much as me."
"Yeah, I'll jump in the shower after. Go on."
He ushers me in the direction of his bathroom.
I'm glorying in the hot water, letting it release the cold tension in my shoulders and back, when he knocks on the cubicle door.
"Room for one more in there? You're gonna guzzle all the hot water."
I open the door for him.
"Hell's teeth Noah you're cold. Swap places with me."
I push him under the shower and watch the water cascade over his head and down his body. It's a pretty nice sight. When he catches me looking he gives me a deserved smirk, pulls me in to him for a kiss.
"I'm making myself a cup of tea. Want one? Anything?" I ask him before opening the shower door.
"A cold one for me."
"Right you are."
He's out of the shower and standing behind me just as the kettle comes to the boil.
"Cute outfit."
I look down at the t-shirt and underwear I took out of his clean laundry pile to wear. Give him a twirl.
"Styling the weekend casual look?"
"Nah. Just cute."
He slides his arms around my waist, trapping me to his body.
"You've perked up."
"A beautiful naked girl in my shower does that, ya know?"
He reads my attempt to push him away as the half-hearted gesture it is. My desire for a cup of tea is fading fast as he bends into my neck, all rasping stubble and salving lips.
"What do ya reckon to a decadent Sunday afternoon in bed?" he murmurs, pressing me against the kitchen cupboards, the countertop's edges sharp on my hip bones.
"You're a bad boy."
"Only when tempted."
"The sort my mother warned me against."
"Thought you didn't pay that much attention to her?"
"You've got me there," I sigh.
Although my resistance is lowering by the second I can't resist putting up one last obstacle.
"My hair's still wet."
"But I like messy."
There's no mistaking how aroused he is. If the tone of voice wasn't enough of a clue, his hardn pressing into the small of my back certainly is. I tip my hips backwards to feel him.
'You are lovely, Marie Cooper."
I snort at how he's adopted that word, it sounds so strange from his mouth. His smile widens. I squeeze my legs tight.
"Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"This," he pries a finger in-between my rigid muscles.
I close my eyes. "To control it."
"Don't do that, Marie. I don't want you to control it."
I chew at my mouth, alarmed at how fast my heart is racing. He forces his hand deeper in-between my thighs as I concentrate on unclenching them.
"Know what I saw when I first set eyes on you, dipping your toes so daintily into the ocean in your blue city dress?"
I twist my head.
"I thought, there's a girl who's dying to let loose. I watched you for quite a while. I was convinced you were about to wade in. At first, I didn't know whether to worry about that or not. I couldn't decide if the fact you were still holding on to your shoes was good or bad."
I look at the mug on the counter in front of me, the tab and string dangling over the side of it.
"And when I saw you the next day, I watched you again. You looked like you were daring yourself to take the plunge."
I think back to those first few days. My shock and incredulity at being here. Trying to work out what Lisa needed from me at work. Not knowing what to do with myself outside of the office and wandering the beach in search of it.
"I thought you might only be here a few days. But after that first week I started to wait for you. Trying to work up the nerve to speak to you."
"My gutter-mouth saved the day then?"
"Sure did."
"Good job it rains here sometimes otherwise who knows how long we'd have both been left waiting?"
He smiles into my neck. Sucks on it a little. Enough to soften my bones. I press my thighs together again, involuntarily, and laugh when he tuts and spreads his fingers out between them. I try to loosen my muscles but it's difficult when he's touching me like this.
"Noah?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you taking me to your bed, then, or was that just big talk?"
He stills. Just for a second. Taken by surprise, maybe. And then he's lifting me off my feet, laughing at my surprise now, until he puts me down in the bedroom. For a moment I'm distracted by the view from his windows and the loud battering of rain against them. They look right out over the ocean although today there's nothing to see but water streaming down the glass in wide, wet tracks.
I jump at the touch of his lips to my earlobe and shiver. Let him draw me in-between his splayed legs as he sits down on the edge of the bed, pushing his face into my belly, kissing me through the t-shirt.
"The more I watched you the more I saw your serenity. And I wanted in. Sure, you were the most beautiful woman on the beach. But you looked so self-contained. It was fascinating and maddening all at the same time."
I shiver again. None's ever talked to me like this. None.
"And then when you stopped right in front of me in that rain storm I couldn't believe it."
"My foul mouth," I murmur, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"That," he agrees. "And you were right there in front of me. It was a gift."
"And I was only trying to work out if you were a psychopath or not."
"Yeah?"
I nod.
"What persuaded you I wasn't?"
"When Mike stopped on the street and you laughed together."
"Good for me."
"And me."
He laughs, as if to himself, then grabs me harder.
"Of all the beaches in all the world, blah, blah, blah," he's still laughing as he pulls us both down to the bed and we giggle together at his naff joke.
I stretch out, loving how he's happy just to hold me, in no hurry. I trace the outline of the tattoo on his arm with my fingers.
"What's making you smile like that?" he asks, his green eyes bright in the greyedut light of the rainy afternoon.
"This. It's got to be the best feeling."
His eyebrows twitch.
"Don't you think?" I ask, pressing my fingers down onto his arm.
"Yeah. I do."
I slide onto him.
"You gotta take these off," he says, his hands running over my bum. "It feels wrong, touching my own underwear on you like this."
I scramble off him, not in the most dignified way, and take them off.
"Better?"
"Come closer and I'll let you know."
He runs his hands from my ankles up to my thighs, then halts.
"You're stopping there?" I'm half teasing, half desperate, surprised at how every single cell of my body has suddenly come alive.
He sits up a little.
"Nope. My intentions are less honourable than that."
"Are they?"
He nods, solemnly, then cracks a grin. "I bought condoms," giving me a hopeful look that makes me smile.
"You braved old stickybeak in the pharmacy then?"
He laughs. "Nah. Went to Coles."
"Wuss."
"Hmm. Good to see you're learning the Aussie lingo though."
"It's infectious."
"Come back here."
I settle myself on him. His kiss is defiant. Laying down his intent. It sends my heartrate up into the stratosphere again. He holds my head in his hands.
"Nervous?"
"No." I try to shake my head. "Yes."
He smiles back at me.
"Marie --"
"No," I stop him. "No, I'm alright, Noah."
"What didn't feel right about it, with Alex?"
I swallow, torn between vile embarrassment and the pitiful desire to cry. How to describe it?
"Was it painful? I want to know so I can try to make sure it's nothing like that for us."
Just his use of the word 'us' nearly unleashes the flood of tears. He hugs me. Kisses me. It slows my heart and quickens my blood. I sigh.
"Noah, nothing felt like this with Alex. Nothing. I honestly don't know why I spent so many years with him. It was a complete waste."
For a moment I think he isn't going to let me off the hook without a more detailed answer. Until he resumes kissing my neck. I wrap myself around him, pushing my hands into his damp hair. His mouth widens against my neck; smiling. I pull a little, his hair slippy in my fingers. He grunts. Presses me harder against him. Unexpected reaction, but good. I repeat it and get the same result.
His pupils look enormous as he draws away.
"Take this off," he tweaks at the t-shirt I'm wearing.
I sit up, quite enjoying the way it makes him squirm underneath me, and pull his t-shirt off me. He looks star-struck as he draws his hands together over my waist and belly. I tremble at the lightness of his touch.
"Come back down here and let's just work up a bit of a sweat, Marie. See how we go?"
He sighs as I come to rest on his bare chest and draws his knees up around us, cocooning me with his body.
"You feel so good here," he mutters, his hands pressing me down onto him.
We find our rhythm, slow and deliberate. I watch his eyelids pressed together, eyelashes flickering. I kiss them. And the corner of his mouth. His golden stubble. Down into his neck. A passing nip on an earlobe and across his collarbone.
He whispers my name, his eyes heavy as I move back to his mouth. It's a kiss to make the world spin. We fall into it, winding ourselves deeper into each other. When we need to break away for air he whispers lovely words into my ear as if I'm the only other soul in the universe.
His first touch between my legs makes me jolt so hard he grunts with the effort of keeping me close to him, slicking his fingers along me until I moan.
"Yeah, that's it my beauty," he whispers, his breath harsh on my face, pressing his fingers a little deeper.
The suddenness of it, the wave of desire bullying its way through my body, is breathtaking.
"Ok, Marie?"
I drop my head to his, lost for words.
"What do you need?"
His eyes couldn't look more beautiful.
"With you," is all I manage to get out.
"Sure?"
I nod. He gropes around with his free arm until he knocks something to the floor. He rolls me off him, pulling his underwear off, retrieving the black shiny box. It takes a couple of attempts before he's unpicked all the packaging.
"It's been a while," he says, smiling, but I feel his nerves and sit up, moving closer to kiss the side of his face.
He meets my mouth with his and we lose ourselves in the kiss again. Threading ourselves closer together, we lie down face to face. When I touch him, he twitches and jerks; grasps my hand and squeezes it around him.
"You like it this tight?"
He opens his eyes.
"Yeah," moving his hips and pulling me closer until he slips between my legs.
I imagine I can feel his heartbeat there. It's a tantalising proximity that makes me ache until he begins to push into me, a sure progress, opening me. It's never been like this. A delicious, determined slide that satisfies me and leaves me wanting. I pull on his hip, urging him deeper. Unable to move when he reaches me, needing time to adjust to the feel of him all the way inside.
Sounds escape from me. His eyes fly open and come to rest on mine. Warm. Bright. Loving. I dare to say it again, just to myself; loving. He pushes my errant hair away from my face, dragging his fingers over my skin.
"You good?" His voice is laboured.
I inch towards him, needing to know how it feels for him. If it's as good for him as it is for me. His response is fierce, his lips fixing on mine, filling me up with everything he has. And then he moves his hips up against me and I think I might go mad with it, this feeling. I press back, wanting more. Wanting to be released from it. Wanting it to last forever. He twists us until he's beneath me, pressing me hard onto him and moving into me in ways beyond my experience. He kisses my face, eyes, mouth, neck, jacking his hips faster, higher and higher. It's unbearable and fantastic; a torment and a delight. I pant as he pulls and drags at my insides, and push back.
"Yeah, come on Marie, that's it. Fuck me."
I moan, making sounds I've never made before.
"Let it loose, my lovely Marie."
"Noah," I blurt, but I have no idea what I need to say.
"I have you. You're all good," he whispers, pushing me hard onto him.
I curl my fingers into his hair. "Please don't stop."
"Aw, fuck."
He sits up, forcing both of us upright. And deeper inside me. I struggle for air, for equilibrium, but all is lost. I grip his shoulders before letting go of every other tether to the earth as we begin to spin together. He's reaching into me, finding a place I didn't know was there. Different to before. Somewhere much deeper. It tugs at me, almost painfully. He's still whispering to me, more urgently now, urging me to stay with him, filling me with beautiful and sexy, dirty words. When he fixes his mouth to mine, eyes wide, I recognise it as his signal, that he's about to come. And that's it. Everything stops dead. He forces it from me, cruel and relentless, until he falters too and I'm flying up into the roof of the world holding on to him for life. Time is suspended for a few brief, heart-stopping moments.
Will I live or die? In that moment it feels like the most glorious of questions.
And then --
I gulp for air. We're both gasping for air. And laughing. Really laughing. The relief; we're alive. Completely alive.
I tip my head to him; bring my arms back down to wrap around him. His chest is heaving hard against me, sheened with his sweat. I breathe in his wonderful smell, nearly delirious with high delight.
We stare at each other, wide-eyed. I wonder if I look as raw as he does.
It's still raining outside as if nothing's changed, water racing down the windows.
I feel the tiniest touch of a fingertip under my chin and turn my head back to look at him, wondering what else he can ask of me. His lips barely touch me but the effect couldn't be more profound. It wells up in me. Belief and disbelief. Too much.
"It's ok. You're good, Marie, all good," he breathes it into me, soothing his hands down my back, drawing me into him.
"Noah," I breathe.
"I know, Marie. Yeah."
He drops backwards, taking me with him, collapsing us flat to the bed. I can't move. Don't want to move. Neither does he, it seems. I yank at the sheets to pull them over us. That's when he shifts around, pulling free from me and chucking the condom somewhere out of reach. He lies back.
"Is that what it should feel like?"
He looks at me, his eyes back to normal size now.
"Nope."
I frown.
"I don't know what that was. Nothing I've ever felt before." He gives out a short bark of laughter, probably at the confused look on my face.
"Come here, Marie," holding out his arm for me to slip into. "I don't know what to say. I thought we'd do this all afternoon, and now I'm not so sure. I think I might die if we try that again, it was so good."
"We're broken."
He barks, a loud, short laugh that makes his body shake.
"Yeah. Although I can't decide if we broke or made something new."
The look in his eyes makes me shiver all over.
It's later, dark outside, and the smells of his cooking filling the flat, when he holds out a hand to me. I pick up his beer bottle, thinking that's what he's after, but he shakes his head
"Not that. You."
I touch his fingertips with my own.
"I was wondering," he begins, giving the pan a stir, "what you'd say if I asked you to move in with me here." He cuts a look at me before continuing, "I know it's a bit basic here and above the club and all of that, but I just want to be with you."
I study him. Wild hair, his shirt hanging open over crumpled jeans. Barefoot in the kitchen.
"I'd probably say yes. If you were to ask me, that is."
"Would you?"
He looks so earnest, hair falling into his eyes.
I nod. And snatch at the air when he envelops me with his body.
"Then I'm asking," he declares, kissing the side of my mouth.
"And I'm saying yes."
I sway into his hug. It's so good. Mellow. Lovely. Something to hold onto. | null | [] |
Stories said that there was no living thing that could withstand dragonfear.
That morning, Jeni had awoken expecting a usual day; sunny and warm, calm and quiet, full of baking and lugging hay and wood, with her brothers and mother and father. Instead, on that day, the sky above her village would fill with smoke and arrows, enough to darken the sun.
Jeni had seen grown men gripped by a terrible fear, greater than the fear of the fires that burned the village to the ground, and the fear of the army that closed in around the village, or their fears for their wives or children. Jeni saw the men of her villages, that had been her icons of strength, broken by the dragonfear.
She would learn, much later, that it was not these men's fault; the mindless terror a dragon's presence engendered was enough to drive men mad with dread, or to stop the hearts of women and children. Only the most willful, or the most clever, or the most courageous, or the most foolish, could withstand the presence of a dragon. With everyone else in the village screaming and running, fleeing in blind panic, Jeni ran from fire to fire with a bucket in her hand. Desperately, Jeni fought to save her home and her village; she felt the tears stinging her eyes and chasing down her face, cutting worn paths through the soot and ash.
In the end, she fell, exhausted; she was bent but unbowed, falling to her knees in the still-simmering ash that had once been her childhood home, put her face in her hands, and wept.
She did not know how long she had cried (hours, she thought) when she heard the sound of boots, and the voices of unfamiliar men. She was too tired, too worn and too spent to lower her hands or open her eyes, though, until she felt a firm hand grip her shoulder, and attempt to tip her over.
"Oi!" the man called, his voice as rough as untreated wood, even as Jeni's arm whipped around to strike his. "This one's alive! Sargent, this one here's alive!"
Jeni raised her head to cast her gaze about, nervous and unsure what was happening around her. Two handfuls of men made their way through the ruins of her village, swords at their sides and wearing protective chain shirts and tunics. They were digging about in the ash with sticks -- long sticks with metal spikes at the end, which they used to move what little of the ruins were intact out of their way.
One of the men, perhaps a little older, his skin a little more olive-coloured and his face certainly more weather-worn than the others, broke off and moved towards Jeni.
"Tauric." the man beside her said, seemingly out of nowhere. "I'm Tauric. And this is my Sargent, Lauris. Do you remember your name? Were you hit on the head?"
Jeni turned her head, to regard him with anger and a touch of confusion. "I'm ...', she began, and then paused. "I'm Jeni, of the Barrelwrights. My father is ... was a Barrelwright, as his father before him, and as my brothers will ... would be. And I was *not* hit on the head."
The olive man, who had closed with the pair whilst Jeni spoke, narrowed his eyes, and regarded her with a most unique combination of compassion and suspicion. "There was a dragon." he stated simply.
Jeni nodded. The olive man's tone implied that she owed him some explanation. "There were fires." Jeni answered. "The dragon, it ... it lit so many fires. I had ... this bucket ..." she said, holding the remnants of the fire patrol's bucket aloft. "I was on the fire patrol. Only girl on the patrol. My father insisted. Said there was no rule against girls carrying buckets."
Images of the arguments between her father and the other men of the village tore through her mind. She had never been a girl, like the other girls; she had little interest in baking or child-rearing or sewing, and had cared nothing for hopscotch or skipping rope, spending her time instead climbing trees, exploring the woods, chasing frogs, or fighting other boys with sticks; habits having seven brothers had only encouraged.
Lauris still looked suspicious, but nodded. "And you ... tended the fires, even as the dragon ...?" he said, his tone making his words a question. As she nodded, Tauric gazed at her as though she were growing another head, so she added, "It ... didn't work."
There was a pause, before Tauric and Lauris responded to her comment with laughter, looking around themselves at the ashes of the inferno all about them. Jeni felt her lip quiver, but she was too tired and too angry to be bothered to cry again. Lauris stepped closer, and offered his hand to help her stand.
"I'd say not." he said, with a chuckle, as Jeni stood. "Still. I think your father was a wise man, to have told the fire patrol to take a girl with enough *chutzpah* to throw water onto dragonfire." He nodded to Tauric, who smirked and nodded back.
"Come, girl. You're probably hungry, and cold and wet and thirsty, I wouldn't doubt." he continued. "Let us see if we can't find you a bath, and some clothes?"
Lauric took Jeni to a tent full of women, who tended to her. They set her in a warm bath, and with cloths and sponges cleaned her face and her body, and brushed her hair. The bathwater was scented, like lilacs, which Jeni had never heard of before. The ladies wore robes of silk in a rainbow of colors, and painted their faces as the women of Jeni's village did only for festivals, making their lips red as roses and their eyes shadowed in blues and greens.
The ladies joked with each other all day long, and while Jeni did not quite understand their humor, their laughter was nonetheless infectious, and Jeni laughed along. Throughout the afternoon, men would come into the tent, and then leave, taking one girl or another for a short time. When the girls returned, they were often flushed, and the girls who had stayed behind offered amused congratulations, although Jeni was not sure why. As afternoon turned to evening, some of the girls offered to paint Jeni's face, and she gratefully accepted. They made over her face, in white and red, greens and blues, brushing and combing Jeni's hair, and making the girl in the mirror appear as the young woman Jeni might grow into one day.
Abruptly, though, the flap of the tent was flung aside. The cool of the night air seemed to rush in, and several of the ladies gasped. Silhouetted by the light from the tent, still standing in the darkness of the outside, Jeni could make out the straight lines and gleaming metal of plate armor. A knight. Jeni sat very still, hoping whomever stood at the door would not notice her, among all the other girls.
A voice came from the figure at the door, one that was gruff, and gravelly, and had the tone of one used to command, but it surprised Jeni, for it was also the voice of a woman.
"There was a girl sent here." the voice spoke. The figure stepped into the tent. She bowed her head, slightly, although she need not have; she was not short, by any means, but nowhere near the six-foot opening to the tent.
Some of the ladies passed a snicker back and forth as the armoured woman spoke. They exchanged knowing smirks, and Jeni had the feeling that somehow she'd missed a joke. Several of the girls shifted slightly, parting their robes just so much, revealing more skin than Jeni had seen from any woman except her mother.
"Well, m'lord ... *m'lady*. There's all kinds of girls here. Probably even some what could fill *your* fancy, had you a notion to it." said one of the ladies, near the front. As she spoke, the lady stood, and Jeni found herself staring as the painted woman *flowed* across the floor. It was as though she never quite lifted her feet from the ground, even as her hips swayed back and forth. Jeni caught herself staring, and blinked.
The woman in the plate armour, however, stood unmoving. She was not as *pretty* as some of the other women assembled in the tent, but her stern grey eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips would have turned heads in Jeni's village. These features combined with her blonde hair, which was cut in a boy's bob-cut around her face to make her a striking woman. Jeni wondered what she would look like, painted as she other women had been.
"That's no matter for now, though, is it?" the Lady spoke, cracking a slight smile. "To be sure, I am ... my muscles are weary, from a day's work, and I may yet come seeking a girl skilled with her *... hands*, to work the knots from my shoulders, and a day's riding from my thighs." The woman in the armour raised an eyebrow, smirking as if pleased with herself; the ladies around Jeni shared another giggle, and one made a curious motion with her tongue between two fingers at another. "Still. That shall have to wait. I'm here for the girl." the armoured woman finished.
Heads quietly swiveled until much of the room was looking at Jeni. She felt her cheeks flush at being the center of attention, and saw the armoured woman blink several times, as if in surprise or disbelief. "I was told the girl in question was quite young." the lady said, quietly. Nearly as quietly, the woman beside her answered, with a mischievous grin, "Well, makeup can work wonders, and you know these farmgirls -- strong and sturdy, like their fathers."
The lady's calm demeanor returned, and she nodded to her hostess, before crossing the tent in three long strides, to stop beside Jeni. "May I take a moment, girl?"
Jeni didn't feel she had another choice; the woman in armour had a way of asking questions that made them seem like commands. She nodded, and rose, and walked alongside the woman towards and out the door of the tent.
The night outside was much cooler than the interior of the tent, and Jeni shuddered at the sudden change of temperature. All around, men made their way back and forth, and music from some nearby campfire teased around Jeni's ears and feet. There was great a field of tents all around them, dozens if not scores.
"I am Lady Hathdrake." the lady said, and then paused, waiting for Jeni to respond. Jeni nodded, answering only, "Jeni" and pointing to herself.
The Lady Hathdrake began to walk, a measured pace, with her armor clanking and clanging. Jeni walked along, not quite jogging so that she could keep up. "I am told you fared remarkably today. I'm told you were found clutching a fireman's bucket, working to the last."
Jeni opened her mouth, meaning to correct Lady Hathdrake, but the lady kept speaking. Jeni slowly closed her mouth wordlessly.
"There are few, very few, who could continue at their duties, even duties as essential as a fire patrol, as a dragon bore down on them. I've seen grown men wet themselves and hide behind rocks as dragons passed overhead; I've seen horses struck dead in terror at the sound of a dragon's call. Dragonfear, it's called. Breaks the minds, and hearts, of men. All men." the Lady said, watching Jeni's reaction with a slight turn of her head.
Jeni only nodded. She remembered what she had seen of the others in her village, and remembered having to fill the buckets herself, before running across the village clutching them, because all others had fled -- or perished. Dragonfear.
"All men and women are overcome by dragonfear; it strikes the wise and the foolish, the courageous and the craven. There are none that can stand against it. Except..."
The Lady abruptly swiveled on her heel, to face Jeni. "Why, except *you*. A simple farmgirl, who tended a bucket while her village burned, who somehow evaded the dragonfire, withstood the dragonfear, and stayed on duty while everything she knew burnt to ash, and dust." The Lady's eyes narrowed at Jeni, and she regarded her with suspicion.
Jeni's mouth fell agape again, then closed, then opened. She wasn't sure what the lady could be accusing her of. She felt as though she was going to cry, though she didn't have any tears left. She closed her mouth again, and only nodded in response, before mumbling, "Yes."
"Yes ... m'lady." the armoured woman corrected her.
"Yes, of course. *M'lady*, so sorry." Jeni said, with a slight curtsey.
The Lady raised her hand, still clad in a leather glove, and ran her thumb across Jeni's face, smearing the paint there. Quietly, she murmured, "You can still *smell* it, can't you? That scent like a roasting suckling-pig, the smell of a bonfire of rotten eggs?"
Jeni nodded, blinking to try to hold back tears, and failing.
"You are not the only one to have lost loved ones to these beasts." the Lady said, quietly. "My father had a summering-home not far from here. I was ... I was perhaps not *quite* your age. The house went up like kindling-wood. I remember ... I ran to the barn to free the horses. I remember setting my hands on the gate; it bore our house-crest, and it was so, so heavy ... and that day, so *hot*."
She closed her fist, tightly, as the unpleasant memory of the painful burn was painful itself. Jeni nodded, and the Lady nodded back to her.
"I cannot promise you *kindness*, for you are starting late, and a girl besides. It might be an *easier* life if I return you to the ... the girl's tent, for you to age and make your own coin. But I can promise you hearty meals and a fine bed, with a horse to ride and the feel of cold steel in your hands."
Jeni's head swirled. She wasn't sure what the Lady was talking about. The Lady must have seen her confusion, for she knelt, carefully, her armor protesting, dropping to one knee, so that her head was just above Jeni's eye-level.
"I would train you, as I made my father's men train me. Swordplay. Armor wearing. Combat, heraldry, and other knightly matters. I would *teach* you such skills, Jeni, such skills that ..."
The Lady paused, and breathed a heavy sigh, her voice ragged. She reached out, and took Jeni's hands in her own "Jeni, I ... I do not have your gift. Like all the others, I am *powerless* before the wyrms; the dragonfear strips me of my skill and pride, and leaves me a sobbing wreck, just like all others. All others, *but you*. You could *fight* them, Jeni. I could teach you."
"Fight ... dragons?" Jeni asked, nervous and unsure of the Lady Hathdrake's words. The Lady nodded eagerly.
"More than *fight* them, my girl. You can do much more than fight them. With my help -- you can *win*."
Lady Hathdrake had been honest when she said she could not promise kindness. There were no more than a month of nights, in the next ten years, that Jeni did not go to bed with aches and pains, and bruising, muscle pain and exhaustion seemed to be constant companions. But she grew steadily stronger, her muscles well-defined under a soft and protective layer of flesh. Jeni's curves presented challenges to the armorsmiths and bowyers the Lady had hired, and between her 12th and 14th year even her training armor had needed constant adjustment. Late nights were spent pouring over ancient books with special tutors, learning the things a young knight would need to know.
Throughout the process, Lady Hathdrake was Jeni's constant companion. When Jeni was young, the Lady was protective and loving, helping her learn to read and write; when she grew older, their relationship matured, into something akin to that between an older brother and a younger sister, or lifelong friends. The Lady helped Jeni celebrate her accomplishments and work through her trials, encouraged her, and gently teased her to keep her modest, just as Jeni's brothers had done.
Jeni did not remain quite so naive as she had been when she first arrived at Lady Hathdrake's keep. She noticed, even when young, that the Lady kept only young and female servants, each one pleasing to the eye in a different way; some curved and plump, some muscled or thin, this one blonde and that one with red hair. The Lady knew each of them by name, and flattered them with praise and compliments, which, as a younger woman, Jeni had thought was a sign of a caring master of the house. When she came to understand that the Lady had brought most, if not all, of these young women to her bed at one time or another, she was at first confused, for what little she knew of such things had suggested that it was a man that lay with a woman. But, after reflection, such a choice made sense, since, after all, the Lady had taken up blade and bow, rode into battle and commanded men to fight and die, and wore armor and was the head of her household. Seeing her with a man, or a suitor, would have been even more confusing.
One evening, early in Jeni's eighteenth year, after a particularly difficult day, she had retired to the sitting-room. Her tasks were done, and her tutors had already left for the night. Mira, a pleasantly plump little brunette with a quirky smile, had brought Jeni her ointments for her bruises and wine, for her ill mood. Jeni had been liberally applying both, her body aching from her first full day in full regalia instead of training armor; the extra weight did not distribute well over her slim shoulders and wide hips. Carvil, the armorer, had promised revisions, and between that and a considerable exertion of will, Jeni had barely managed not to force *him* into the ill-fitting wreck.
Still. The wine was chilled, and the fire warm, and the day done, and she *had* armor, and sword, and a full stomach and a good horse. Aching hips seemed a small price to pay.
"I hear tell your first session in the armor was not a *rousing* success." came a voice, sounding lightly amused from the door of the sitting-room. Jeni turned to the Lady Hathdrake and smiled, albeit slightly half-heartedly, adjusting her body to prepare to take her legs off the widened seat, to make room for them both.
"I'm sure -- *ouch* -- it will improve. Carvil is likely in his room, cursing these child-bearing hips right now, and wondering how to get the steel bent around them." Jeni said, with a chuckle. "In my training armor, so much of the weight was on my shoulders, but here, it's like the chestplate rests wholly on my hips..."
The Lady nodded, as she took a seat beside Jeni, holding aloft a goblet, and a dusty bottle of wine. "As did mine, at first. He shall need to mount it higher, and bring the armor of your hips up to meet it, I expect. I brought this for sharing -- ambrosia, with a hint of strawberries. From the southern provinces. Two glasses, and I promise the ache in your hips shall be *swept away" the Lady said, pushing both hands apart from each other, then setting the items she held down on the end table. "Bring your legs back up, Jeni; I can see the welts at your hips, and you *must* ache."
Jeni hesitated, but relented; she brought her legs up, and the Lady Hathdrake reached out to pull them onto her lap, wincing and producing a sympathetic whimper. "Oh, you ... " she muttered, and pressed her fingers at Jeni's calf.
Jeni had, in the past, professional muscle-workers, to help her muscles to relax, strengthen, and grow, part of which was a rub-down after a hard workout, but those masseurs had not worked her muscles with the attention and supple strength of the Lady's touch. A soft, low moan escaped her lips, and she felt herself blush, and she giggled. "Feels good" she murmured, and sipped her wine.
The Lady Hathdrake rubbed at her calf a good long moment or two, quietly, before softly saying, "The definition in your legs is incredible." As she spoke, her hands rubbed along the back of Jeni's calf, down from behind her knee to her ankle -- and then came up again, over the knee, to gently encircle Jeni's thigh.
"Your hands feel so good." Jeni said, and heard herself let a small moan escape, again. She turned herself, slightly, trying without being vulgar to present the back of her thighs to Lady Hathdrake, imagining how lovely it would feel to give those strong muscles relief.
The Lady took to her new task willingly; she rubbed at the backs of Jeni's thigh, about a third of the way up, and Jeni felt her leg shudder, and her muscles relax. "Try the ambrosia." the Lady said, pausing and picking up her goblet to hold up to Jeni. "It also relaxes the muscles, not just the mind."
Jeni pressed her lips to the goblet, letting the Lady Hathdrake raise it for her. The ambrosia was sugar-sweet, like a fruit juice, smooth and wonderful, and seeming just a little warm. She murmured slightly, and the goblet was lowered. The Lady stared at her a moment, seeming to wait for a reaction, and Jeni nodded, licking her lips. "Delicious."
"I know. Sinful, yes?" the Lady replied, smirking. "Much stronger than wine, too, so be cautious how much you drink."
"Oh?" giggled Jeni. "Not going to carry me to bed, are you?" she said, before catching herself and biting her lip.
The Lady paused in rubbing Jeni's thigh, and a sudden silence hung between the two, with the crackle of the fire as the only noise. Jeni *thought* to say, "That's not what I meant!" but, of course, it *was*. She didn't know if it was the warmth of the fire, the chill of the wine, or the tingling in her nose from the ambrosia, but Jeni had never been so bold with the Lady, though, and wasn't sure how she would take it.
"Well." the Lady said, her amused voice braking the silence as her bow-lips curling into a smirk, rubbing again at Jeni's thigh. "I cannot say the thought had never occurred to me."
Jeni felt her mouth fall slightly open, and was at a loss for what to say, her mouth suddenly dry, her eyes wide. She had been the Lady's friend for years, and the Lady had done so much for her! But, then, she had never seen the Lady show anything but kindness to her serving-girls, paying them generously, and supplementing the dowries of those who left her service to marry. And she was strong, and her eyes keen, and clever...
"It's crossed my mind." Jeni said, trying to sound coy, as her heart leapt in her chest. It *had*; not like this, of course, and yet, she had wondered why ... "Mostly, I wondered ... why the other girls, but never me." she said, abruptly drinking her wine to stop her mouth from speaking.
The Lady's fingertips danced over Jeni's pants, rising higher, just over halfway up her thighs. "You'd do well to roll over, onto your stomach." the Lady said. "... the other girls?" she asked, thoughtfully, then made a light clucking sound with her mouth. "You mean the servants. Would any widowed Lord not be expected and forgiven *his* indulgences? Are mine *so* bad?"
With a moan, as the tension in her muscles let go, Jeni shook her head. "No, no, it's not *bad*. I just, used to wonder, why ... why it was never me. All these other girls, but ..." The tension was relaxing in her muscles, but Jeni could feel it building in the room, a plapable sense of the impending, a sense that something, some event, grew near, even if she was unable to say exactly what it might be. And another tension had started, a curious one, between her legs, a tingling awareness grew along her womanhood.
"...oh." The lady said, quietly. Her left hand worked at Jeni's left thigh, the one closest to her, pressing against the skin through Jeni's pants. Jeni felt the position of the Lady's hand acutely, just south of her buttocks, rubbing, stroking, pulling just a little. She felt the Lady's right hand on her head, stroking her hair, playing with it, and giving it the gentlest pull, before letting it fall through her fingers. Then, she rubbed at Jeni's neck -- her thumb on one side, and her fingers on the other. Jeni softly moaned, yet again, and felt a wonderful shudder work along her spine. Her hips lifted slightly, arching her buttocks up, just slightly. "Well, you were ... very dear to me. And still young, and working so hard. I thought about it. Often. Remember that night, after your first jousting tournament, when you were so excited, when we shared that wine by the fire? ...I thought about it. But you were so tired that you were asleep before we could..."
The Lady paused, and pulled her hand back from Jeni's neck, to take hold of the ambrosia and drink deeply. Jeni turned her head to watch, and noted the blush to the Lady's cheeks, and doubted it was merely the drinking.
"I was tired that night." Jeni conceded, her voice surprising her with how low and husky it was. She watched the Lady drain the goblet, and refill it, as she nodded. Jeni then continued, slightly more quietly, adding, "But I'm not that tired tonight."
The Lady turned her head, and met Jeni's gaze. In the Lady's long stare, Jeni felt a question, so she nodded her assent, very slightly, and she saw a smile play around the corners of the Lady Hathdrake's lovely, soft-looking lips. "Well. Perhaps not tired..." the Lady said, maintaining eye contact and speaking deliberately as she squeezed at Jeni's thigh. "But sore, I imagine. I suggest you remove these pants, so that I can give your hips a good rubdown, as well."
A frisson of excitement raced through Jeni, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Her mouth was abruptly dry, again, and her lips parted, and her bottom one trembled, as though she meant to speak, but she didn't bother to. Instead, she shifted, holding her hips up, reaching beneath herself, and undoing the ties on her pants. Holding herself up with her shoulders, the ache in them suddenly gone, she hooked her thumbs under the sides of her pants, and shimmied, to push them over her wide hips.
She felt the Lady Hathdrake's hands on her own, then, looping her fingers about the waist of her pants, and pulling alongside Jeni. Painfully slowly, the two worked together to slide the pants down, until Jeni could hold them no more; then, the Lady Hathdrake took them, and *pulled*, freeing Jeni's legs entirely.
Jeni felt the warm air of the fire on the back of her thighs and her buttocks, but more than that, she could feel the Lady Hathdrake's gaze as she traced along them, with her eyes. She watched the Lady's face closely, and caught a glimpse of her pink tongue licking along her lips, as anticipation danced in her eyes. Jeni felt the anticipation as well, as it danced across her hips and along her womanhood, which was growing moist and wonderfully sensitive.
Jeni felt the Lady's hands return to her thighs, and the partial fulfillment of her eager anticipation drew another murmured moan from Jeni, which she partially stifled by burying her face in the pillow of the couch, finally breaking the eye contact with the Lady. She felt the Lady's gifted hands, slender but firm from a lifetime of use, press against the flesh and muscle that ran along the curve when Jeni's thighs became her buttocks, felt the hands dig in and press, then rub, in small circles. Jeni felt her womanhood pulse with each rub, as if it was calling out to the Lady Hathdrake, asking to be rubbed just as lovingly.
"That... feels..." Jeni began, and then abandoned the phrase, lacking the right words to describe the sensation of the Lady's hands on her body. The hands worked apart, curling around the curve of her buttocks and up, until each hand cupped one of Jeni's hips. Taking Jeni's hips, one in each hand, the Lady pulled, firmly, enough to move Jeni just a little closer to her on the couch.
The sensation of hands clutching her hips, pulling her backward, caused such a sudden and strong throb from Jeni's womanhood that she called out, and felt some of her juices spill, into her undergarments. She adjusted her hips, rocking them in place, and felt her thighs spread as she settled into the Lady's firm grasp. She tried to moan, only to have it escape her lips as an undignified whimper, as in hushed, quiet tones, she said, "Yes*."
Both thumbs then teased around the edges of Jeni's undergarments, running along the soft skin of her buttocks, sliding down in unison to the space between her thighs. The thumbs hooked around the panties there, and she pulled slowly, working the panties free. The thumbs continued to rub, one along either side of Jeni's womanhood, and she bit down on the cushion of the couch to stifle another moan. She could feel the Lady Hathdrake's eyes watching her pantyline, and bit down harder to keep from crying out as the Lady's thumbs traced so carefully around the outer edges of her womanhood.
"You're already damp." the Lady said, her smile creeping into her voice. "You have thought of this before." Jeni was unwilling to speak because she could not have trusted her voice not to squeak, or moan, or whimper, so instead she nodded vigorously. The Lady slid a thumb across Jeni's lips, to rest just atop her soft entrance as she hooked the other around Jeni's underwear and pulled it aside. Jeni heard the Lady gasp, and then sigh, as Jeni's womanhood was laid bare before her.
Jeni felt her hips rock side to side as the Lady's thumb revolved around her center in a slow circle. She heard the couch's springs adjust, as the Lady moved in closer, and heard her breathe heavily, feeling the warmth of the Lady's breath on her buttocks, and across her womanhood.
The Lady murmured something, but Jeni missed it. She let go of the cushion with her teeth, intending to ask her to repeat it, when her voice abandoned her, as she cried out. She felt the Lady's lips, soft and plump and round, set on the edges of Jeni's womanhood. Her bottom lip quivered, and in doing so, rubbed against Jeni's mound, setting her thighs aflame, and her tongue slid between her lips, to circle around Jeni's opening, sending a shudder through her body. The Lady Hathdrake moved her hands, to hold them to Jeni's hips, to better press Jeni's wetness to her mouth and tongue, and Jeni cried out again.
"You taste *delicious*." the Lady moaned into Jeni's womanhood. Jeni could feel the Lady's hot breath on her pussy, and felt it throb, longing to feel the Lady's tongue again. With a murmur, the Lady set her mouth down on Jeni again, and her tongue swirled around Jeni's innermost opening. Jeni felt her thighs shudder, and felt unsure of her knees. She tried to raise her upper body, to lead on her elbows instead of her shoulders, but the Lady placed a soft yet unyielding hand on her left shoulder, holding Jeni down as the Lady's wicked tongue teased out more of her sweet nectar.
All Jeni could do was moan appreciatively into her pillow, and moan she did. "Oh, Lady Hathdrake, yes, like that, m'lady, please don't stop. Oh, to the Gods, your *tongue*, God, yes, push it ... push it in, like that." Jeni felt her hips rock, as she tried to draw the lady's tongue deeper into her sex, struggling to draw even more ecstasy from her lover's mouth.
The Lady Hathdrake murmured around Jeni's womanhood, as her fingers traced Jeni's buttocks and settled on her thigh, "You like it, then?" and Jeni nodded, whimpering. The Lady's right hand continued around Jeni's ass to trace the line between her cheeks, coming down from above, as the Lady's left hand traced up her thigh, coming up from below.
When the Lady's left forefinger traced a circle around Jeni's swollen clitoris, she let out a cry and felt her thighs tremble. "Yes" she whimpered, as the Lady Hathdrake gently slid the middle finger of her right hand past her tongue.
It felt as though the Lady's finger might pry Jeni apart. Late in the evenings, left alone in her room, Jeni's hands had, of course, explored her body, but they had never pushed inside. Hearing the eager moan that came from the Lady Hathdrake as she worked her finger into Jeni's body, Jeni felt herself quiver, her thighs growing weak. Her hips rocked back against the Lady's hand, trying to help to push her deeper, and Jeni felt a growing *need*, to a need to have the Lady's hand probe the innermost parts of her.
The Lady's hand met some resistance, and she brought her left from Jeni's eager sex to the small of her back, and paused from feasting on her juices. "This *may* hurt, for a quick moment." she said, her voice soft, but firm, like a nurse offering solace.
And then she pressed, and Jeni felt her maidenhead fold. She cried out, more in pain this time but not without pleasure, for the Lady's finger had explored wonderfully deeper. She rocked her hips, adjusting to the new sensations, and she felt the Lady trace a circle inside of her, gently pressing the soft and eager flesh of Jeni's moist cave, ensuring her maidenhead was no more and that Jeni's pain passed quickly.
The pain having passed, Jeni gave a small nod, and heard the Lady Hathdrake murmur approvingly. Inside Jeni, the Lady's finger curled as if bidding Jeni to come hither, and she set her left hand back on Jeni's soft mound, her thumb pressed alongside Jeni's clitoris.
Jeni nodded again, and murmured, "...more. More...?"
Jeni heard the Lady Hathdrake giggle, and felt her stomach turn summersaults to have excited her so. "One more?" she replied. "But *then* you must do something for *me*."
Jeni didn't know what the Lady might ask for, but didn't care. She nodded eagerly, accepting the bargain. The Lady ever so gently withdrew her finger, as Jeni moaned out her disappointment.
With a soft murmur, though, the Lady simply adjusted her finger position, and pushed again, with her index and middle finger both, this time. And the feeling of the two, pressing deeply into her flesh, the smell of her sex in the small room, the feel of the Lady's tongue still lapping up her juices, the pressure against her womanhood from the Lady's thumb, was all suddenly much too much for Jeni.
She cried out again, as she felt her womanhood contract around the Lady's fingers, as if to snap them in two. Her thighs shuddered vigorously, and she gathered a handful of pillow between her fingers to squeeze. When she cried out, her voice sounded raw and rough, almost angry, and the feel that tore through her felt as though it meant to rip her in half, a forceful *pulse* that raced out from her pussy to her throat, even as it curled her toes.
And when it passed, she collapsed forward, pulling away from the Lady's touch and tongue, gasping for air and sighing. Now she knew was it was to cum, the climax that she'd heard discussed, and all the bother and circumstance around sex seemed to clarify in her mind. *That* was the sensation that the foolish and the wise alike might fight for. Now, it seemed worth it.
Behind her, the Lady Hathdrake laughed, and clapped lightly, even as licking her hand clean. "Oh, that was *wonderful*! That was the first time you've had anything inside you, wasn't it? Wonderful. And you're *delicious*. Ambrosia there, too." she said, gesturing towards Jeni's still-glistening pussy, as she stood, and shifted her weight from hip to hip. She then reached down, and began to undo her belt, staring at Jeni's rear as if mesmerized.
Jeni watched her slide her pants off and heard the clunk as her belt hit the ground. The Lady Hathdrake had perfectly-formed legs with strong, wide thighs and a lovely curve up to her hip. She slowly sat in an armchair, her lips a perfect smirk.
Perched at the edge of her chair, she parted her legs, revealing a shock of blonde hair. She then carefully crossed her legs, letting the foot that was now held aloft bounce lightly, before circling the toes.
"Come over here." she said, her voice a low purr in the dim firelight. "I think you made me a promise..."
Jeni pulled herself off the couch with her arms, slowly easing herself onto all fours, stretching as she did so. She licked her lips with just the lip of her tongue as she made her way across the floor; her mouth seemed dry, and her nerves raw. When she got close, the Lady brought her foot down, and her legs rested one beside the other; Jeni carefully set her right hand on the lady's right knee, hesitated a moment, then set her left hand on the lady's left knee. Very lightly, she pressed, as if to push the two away from each other.
As they parted, the Lady gave a pleased-sounding murmuring noise, appreciative. Her hand gently slid Jeni's hair from her face, and her knuckles stroked Jeni's cheek, but Jeni's attention was elsewhere.
The hairs between the Lady's legs were trimmed, neatly cropped to be of modest length and shaped into a heart, which held Jeni's eye. From beneath the neat heart-shaped patch, Jeni could see the folds of the Lady's womanhood. Jeni had never seen one up close before, excluding a few stolen glances at her own, though the use of her handmirror.
She shuffled closer, on her knees, bringing herself between the Lady's parted thighs. She could smell the Lady Hathdrake's scent now, a wonderful combination of musky and fruity. The lips of her womanhood were a dull red and flushed, and they were slick with her dampness, as Jeni's own were. Jeni felt her tongue trace over her lips, and she wondered what her Lady would taste like.
"You promised, Jeni." the Lady said, her voice teasing, a smile playing across her eyes as she set her index finger on her lips. "Promises are for keeping." Her other hand slid into Jeni's hair, to cup the side of Jeni's head, and gently but insistently pull her forward.
Jeni required no further persuasion. She moved forward, and pursed her lips, touching them near the top of the Lady's womanhood, and drawing a gasp from her. She could watch the Lady's face from here, looking up across her seated, naked body, and she could feel the lady's excitement at her touch. Jen pressed against the Lady's womanhood, and then gradually pulled her lips up and away, causing the lady to give a slight whimper. Jeni kissed again, sucking just a little, and she felt the Lady's little nub become trapped for a moment between her lips. In response, the Lady pressed on the back of her head firmly, and rolled her hips up toward Jeni's mouth, so Jeni could tell it was appreciated.
"D ... don't be afraid to use your tongue." Lady Hathdrake said, rubbing at Jeni's head. "Your lips are so soft, but ..."
Jeni cut off the Lady's response by slipping her tongue out between her lips, where she had the Lady's jewel trapped. Jeni flicked with her tongue, as the Lady had to her, and a moan emerged from the Lady's lips, and she bit down on her knuckle, and nodded. "Like that" she panted, "Yes, Jeni, *just* like that..."
Jeni adjusted her lips to secure her hold on the Lady's treasure, and felt her hands trace along the Lady's thighs, pulling them more apart while moving towards their base. Her lips grip secured, she traced her tongue along the Lady's pearl again, a circle, an X, a wave up and down. Her lips twitched as she fought a smile, appreciating the mewling noises her lady was making, the curls of her Lady's hips, the fevered nodding of her Lady's head.
As her tongue swirled, her finger traced in around the edge of her cheek, trying to slip in where there was room. Sliding past, it found its' way to the hot and pink folds of the lady's womanhood, and paused a moment there, to trace the edge. The lady's hips responded right away, tilting and adjusting to beg Jeni to explore more, and it was too much; Jeni's lips slipped free of the Lady's pearl, and she gasped for air and let out a light laugh as she watched her mentor squirm beneath her touch.
Jeni's index finger traced around the Lady's sex. Jeni's fingers were slim, but firm from years of gripping at swords and horse reins, and her fingernails trimmed short. She wondered if Lady Hathdrake could feel the lessened softness of her hands over the servant-girls. In the center of the Lady's sex, Jeni could feel a small hole, snug to her finger, and knew it was Lady Hathdrake's entrance. She smiled again, a slightly wicked smirk, as she remembered back to the feeling of Lady Hathdrake's fingers inside her.
"My Lady" she said, her voice deep and husky, sounding heavy in the firelight. "I'm going to ..." she paused, unsure of what to say. But she didn't need to say anything else; the Lady Hathdrake was already nodding, furiously.
She lowered her head back down, and traced about with her tongue once more, and as she did so, pressed inward with her finger.
There was a wonderful feeling of overcoming just the slightest resistance as Jeni pressed into the Lady Hathdrake, and then a wonderful soft warmth enveloped Jeni's finger. Her tongue flicked back and forth across the Lady's clitoris, pulling short cries from the Lady's throat, and Jeni pressed in with her hand, pressing the finger in past the first knuckle, in to the second. The Lady's hips rose to meet Jeni's hand, and she moaned Jeni's name.
Jeni felt a wonderful surge of pride and desire well up within her. She was already pleased with what she had drawn from Lady Hathdrake, and delighted by her moans and panting. But she wanted the Lady to feel the same explosion, the same fire which had chased through at her.
The Lady Hathdrake slid her hand under the hair at the back of Jeni's head, and pressed her lips down against her womanhood. "Gods, *yes*, Jeni, lick me, right there." she said, her voice softer than when she had been pleasing Jeni. "Oh, your *tongue*..."
Jeni took the encouragement well. She pressed her lips to the Lady's skin, opening her mouth to allow the Lady's pearl in. She polished at it, then, with the bottom of her tongue, and then rolled her tongue downward, to run the Lady's nub along the underside of her tongue. She pressed in with her index finger again, past the second knuckle and striving for the third. Jeni's thumb came to rest just alongside her lips, pressing at the side of the Lady Hathdrake's clitoris, helping to pull back to hood to expose all of it to Jen's warm and insistent mouth.
The Lady Hathdrake's hips began to roll, rocking up and down. Jeni rather liked the sensation of the Lady's pelvis pushing against her face, the taste of Lady Hathdrake trailing down her throat, and moaned her appreciation. Jeni's moans sent a shudder along the Lady's thighs, and Jeni moaned again, louder and longer, drawing out the same reaction. She slid her right hand around the Lady's waist, to behind her, to help hold the Lady up and push the Lady's wonderful sex right against Jeni's waiting lips. The Lady reached down and seized on Jeni's arm, her hand clenching fiercely. Jeni could hear the Lady's breath and voice catch in her throat, and sensed the Lady's climax bubbling to the surface.
To push her over the edge, to send the Lady Hathdrake into that wonderful wildfire, Jeni pressed with her thumb, just beside the Lady's lustrous pearl, as she pushed her index finger into the Lady, overcoming the resistance there. It worked.
When the Lady Hathdrake came, it was with a long and almost shrill cry, with her womanhood thrust to Jeni's face, with Jeni's hair gathered and twisted and knotted in her hand, with the fingernails of her other hand digging into the arm of the chair. Jeni could feel the pulses of the Lady's wet canal, throbbing on her fingers as if to pull them in further, a goal matched in effort by the Lady's thrusting hips. When the Lady recovered her voice, it was only to pant, "Gods, gods!" and Jeni continued to press with her fingers, press back against the spongy and soft walls of the Lady's sensual pussy, continued to curl her fingers as if asking the Lady to come closer, continued to suckle at the Lady's treasure, as an even more delicious and thick fluid rushed out, trying to fill Jeni's mouth.
After what seemed like a long moment, but was likely far shorter, the Lady kindly lessened her deathgrip Jeni's hair, still panting; Jeni could see beads of sweat forming at the Lady's temples and matting her hair. The Lady pulled Jeni's face back, and let go of her hair so that her hand could stroke at Jeni's face, her thumb stroking Jeni's cheek, as her other hand lay limp on the arm of the chair.
"So marvelous." the Lady panted, spent. "So very marvelous."
Smiling, Jeni took the Lady's hands, and led her back to the couch, where the two could sit. They arranged themselves so that as much of their bodies touched at they could manage, and the Lady wrapped her legs about Jeni to hold her close. The two sat that way for some time. Their hands explored at each other more richly, cupping at breasts or rubbing taut muscles, and they kissed, pressing their soft lips together so often that Jeni lost count.
"...I'm tired *now*." Jeni mumbled.
The Lady laughed, before replying, "I should hope so!" After another sweet kiss, she continued, "Will you come to my room?" the Lady asked. "The servant-girls were specifically chosen for their ... *discretion*. They won't ruin your reputation."
Her reputation was the furthest thing from Jeni's thoughts. The idea of sharing the Lady's room, with it's warm hearth and large and exquisite bed, sounded delightful; the opportunity to taste the Lady again later that night, or perhaps in the morning, and be touched again in return, was intoxicating. Jeni nodded, and Lady Hathdrake took her by the hand, and together they went to spend the rest of the night in the Lady's room. | Dragon Knight | [
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"does not actually contain dragons",
"fantasy adventure",
"drama",
"18-yearld",
"lady",
"milf",
"younger woman",
"older woman"
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(Reality Alteration, M&F tf Horse-hybrid, Merge)
It is sometimes amazing how small things can have large results. A small stone cast into a lake sends ripples across the water for some distance. A woman named Robin once lost track of her little sister on a family vacation when they were little- they found her soon enough so you would not think much of the event. Her little sister found a magic being though, and was offered a wish. She looked up to Robin for being so bold and honest, and so she wished that everything her big sister said would be true. Rather than force Robin to speak only true things, it had a much more severe effect of altering reality so that whatever she says becomes the truth!
Robin stood upside down on Alice's roof, walking circles around the light. "So, two days with your boyfriend Vincent, eh? Wild sex in the forest! You better tell me all the juicy details when you get back."
Robin met Alice only a half year prior, and introduced herself powers-first. Using her ability to change reality to however she wants, she played with Alice for a while, making Alice- and Alice only- aware of the changes going on around her to make things more fun. Now they are good friends, though Alice does tend to still get nervous when Robin starts to mess with reality. Her power is entirely reliant on what she says and how she says it.
Alice blushed as she continued packing her bags. "Maybe, but most likely not. We have only been dating for two months. He likes to take things slow and I don't want to seem like some desperate leg-humper."
Robin clicked her tongue. "He is taking things slow probably so he doesn't scare you off or seem like a horny animal. You're both holding back because of what it will seem like if you don't!"
"Maybe..."
"Well, if you both want to do it- you should do it! Fuck the rules~"
Alice laughed. "Easy for you to say. Hey... could you use your- no! Never mind. If we manipulate things based on assumptions..."
Robin paused and crossed her arms. "If you need my powers for a fun time, you are welcome to them."
"Nooo, this is just a trip with me and him! No following us!"
Robin put her hands out defensively. "No, I know, I mean I could just give you my power."
"Wait, what? You can do that?"
"I can do anything I say I can, remember? That applies to the power itself as well. Just, y'know, be careful not to break the space-time continuum. Here- for the duration of your camping trip, you will have my power to alter reality with your words."
"Wow, thanks! Ohh... I am kind of nervous now."
"No you aren't."
Alice suddenly felt much more at ease. "Oh. Right, thanks."
And so, Alice left on a camping trip out to the cliffs overlooking their city with her boyfriend and long-time crush Vincent. She was unusually quiet on the ride out there because she was thinking of all the things she could say- and all the things she should not. Reality would obey whatever she said, no matter what.
Vincent stepped out of the truck and took a very deep breath of the fresh forest air. "Damn, it is beautiful out here, isn't it?"
Alice smiled as she scoot around the truck with the tent in her arms. "Yes, it is beautiful."
Suddenly all the leaves on the trees became more vibrantly colored, and songbirds gathered and chirped as flowers bloomed all around them and vines coiled the trunks of all the trees!
"Ah, uh, I mean, it is normal looking!"
Alice sighed when nothing changed from that statement. Of coarse that would not undo the change- the change altered what 'normal' is. Luckily, beauty is subjective and she did think it was quite beautiful already so the alteration was not too severe.
Alice started to set up the tent, but waited for Vincent to wander off to gather sticks and stones to build a fire-pit, and then uttered 'I already set the tent up', and suddenly her job was done before she started. The day continued in this fashion- using her powers mostly for shortcuts while pondering what she could use them for, for more impactful results. She told herself she was going to have the most memorable time with Vincent this weekend. The words did not change anything, and Alice assumed she had altered her near future to be a good time no matter what. What she actually did was vastly improve her memory temporarily- she would remember every detail of these two days whether they were good or bad.
Alice needed to use the bathroom later that afternoon, groaning at it. That was one part about camping out in the forest she did not care for. "I have a working toilet in this for- wait. I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore, and neither does Vincent." Suddenly the pressure in her lower guts vanished. Hah. Efficiency!
She paused just outside their camp, looking at Vincent by the fire, heating up a dinner for them. "I wish... or... hmmm. Vincent lets me know what his feelings are."
Vincent suddenly turned around to face her. "Oh hey, this log is starting to hurt my tail bone so I am going to change my position a bit." He shuffled his seating. "Also, I am really hungry, and I already feel pretty dirty from being in the woods all day but I kind of enjoy it. I feel you should sit with me so we can talk, but I don't know what to say, so I also want you to stay busy as to not pressure me into saying something stupid and embarrassing myself."
Alice facepalmed. That isn't what she meant! She waited till he turned back around.
"I know what Vincent is feeling."
Alice suddenly thrust forward in surprise and looked behind herself as she felt something touch her ass... but there was nothing there? She also felt really warm suddenly, but only the front of her body. She felt an odd tightness between her legs, and something pressing on the front of her panties? Alice looked down but seen nothing off, and then her eyes widened when she realized what it was! Her nervous system was picking up on everything his was! The pressure she feels between her legs is the half-chub between Vincent's legs! The feeling on her butt is him sitting on the log! It was incredibly confusing for her though, because Alice still felt everything she should and Vincent's feelings at the same time. So according to her nervous system she is both sitting and standing at the same time! Her heart sped up as her hand hovered over her crotch. She wanted to adjust her panties but knew that would not help. She wanted to grab the bulge but it wasn't in her physical possession.
"I... uh, I am going to go for a bit of a walk while the food cooks."
"Alright, don't go too far; the sun will start to set soon and I wouldn't want you getting lost."
Alice backed off from the camp but did not go far. She wanted to be out of sight of Vincent, but still have him in her sights. Feeling the bulge in his pants made her horny, which immediately filled her mind with a different train of thought. Robin gave her these powers so she could break down artificial barriers between her and Vincent and make sweet love surrounded by wilderness. But if she has the power to alter reality- why not make her first sex with Vincent as wild as possible? She could turn him into an impossibly perfect body. She could do the same to her own body too! She would not have to worry about him freaking out over it, because it alters reality so to everyone else whatever he turns into will seem like it has always been that way.
Alice sighed at herself and stood up out of the bushes. "Why am I hiding like some creep anyway, c'mon Alice, think. Vincent will not look this way. Vincent is very muscular... and big." She nibbled her lower lip. "Maybe a bit dumb? He should forget his troubles for now."
Vincent bent forward a bit more, groaning. His muscles were tightening on their own and every time they clenched they grew a little bit larger. Alice however also moaned, and had to grab a narrow tree nearby to keep from falling backwards! She still felt everything he did, so she could feel his muscles tightening and swelling! She could still also feel her own body though, so as it expanded larger, his sensations felt like they were distancing themselves from her. She was feeling parts bulging out to areas were there existed nothing on her own body. Alice could also feel his penis becoming harder because of the feelings, dragging the glans along the front of his underpants; tenting them. His clothing pulled tight, hugging him as he continued to grow. She said big as a separate point, so he was not only getting stronger he was actually getting just plain larger as well. His midriff was exposed as he grew, and his abs tightened into a bulbous six pack! Even the veins in his neck throbbed as his neck became more muscular!
Alice was squirming from the feeling too, almost enjoying feeling the changes more than watching them. "Ooohoo yea~ he is as strong as a horse!"
Both of them moaned sharply again as his entire body surged! Alice locked her lips tightly in nervousness, realizing what she just said. A horse is almost pure muscle, and average over 300 pounds. 300 pounds of muscle on a human man is a little extreme. His body bulged massively! The divots in his skin between muscles seemed to roll around his body, following the shifting muscle. His pectoral muscles swelled so large it almost looked like he has boobs! His very tight shirt tore down the front, but unfortunately for him the arms still held at the moment, being very uncomfortable. His sleeves did not fit so his muscles forced them to roll to his shoulders- bunching the fabric up like that increased its strength. The shirt absolutely did not fit however, so the sleeves were yanking his arms back from lack of space! Alice shivered at the feeling of muscles squirming in his lower back... by his tail bone? Vincent tried to stand up and the moment he bent forward to swing himself onto his feet, the back of his pants exploded open! His ass cheeks grew massive with muscle. Alice also noticed another mistake she made. His joints felt like they were bloated and did not want to move. His muscles did not align properly! He was literally getting the muscles of a horse- which means his muscle structure isn't human! The muscles she felt around his tail bone are for an actual tail, but he doesn't have a tail, so they are all just bunched up forming a oval bulb under the skin because they have nowhere to go!
They both cried out in mild pain as his joints pulled tight, preventing him from moving them! Vincent could not stand up, and his canceled effort to try caused him to fall backwards off the log he was sitting on! The movement tore his pant legs the rest of the way off- this thigh muscles massive and slightly malformed. His back and especially neck started to hurt! It was like someone was trying to pull his head off! The muscle was getting so large that it cold not fit and was yanking his bones apart! A horse has a long neck; he does not. In a panic, Alice said that he had the neck of a horse. His spine immediately popped loudly and extended. Alice could feel the vertebrae pop apart, causing the muscle and skin on the surface to pull inward slightly into the newly made space, but then get shoved back into position as new vertebrae filled the gap- the material for them bleeding out from the ones above and below. He gained at least a foot of neck! It also caused his hairline to advance backwards down to its base, giving him a mane. Alice then gave him a horse's tail to release those cramped muscles. She sighed at how malformed his muscles had become. There was no getting around it, she had to turn him into a horse to fix this, and so she did.
The bridge of his nose popped and his face started to stretch out as his nostrils flared huge. His ears turned leaf shaped and could now move. The bones in his limbs expanded greatly to match the muscle around them already. Alice shivered from the feeling of him taking an impossibly deep breath and his ribs popping and growing massive, stretching his torso. His hands and feet devolved into hooves, and the final change came with a prickly shiver as the fine fur grew in! He completely turned into a brown work horse with dark brown mane and tail! To stand back up he had to tuck in his limbs and roll onto them. Because the magic changed reality- he thinks he has always been a horse, so he is completely used to this body even though he has only had it for less than a minute.
Alice sighed, walking a bit closer since there was no risk of him looking toward her as long as she didn't stand at a different direction from him. "Well, now that he is a normal horse I can change him to something else without worrying about his anatomy screw ups carrying over." After a few moments, she concentrated on a weight down low. "Vincent shakes his ass."
Vince shook his huge muscular equine rump back and forth, and Alice cooed at the feeling of his cock! It was still mostly erect, but thanks to his clothes bursting off it was now flopped out in the open! The long, large equine phallus swung heavily under him back and forth. Then it occurred to Alice- if he is a horse that means he is only as smart as a horse as well. Vincent won't question any advances she abruptly makes, and she can say whatever she wants in front of him without confusing him because he doesn't understand English in the first place. Before his cock was able to stop swinging on its own, Alice walked up and grabbed it. Vincent nickered and shuffled his back hooves a bit, standing in attention while his girlfriend worshiped his dong. Turning him into a horse did not negate the fact she also made him big. He was so giant as a horse that Alice's head was only as high as his chest. If she was an inch shorter she would be able to walk under him without needing to duck. That also meant his cock was thicker than her arm, and a bit longer than it too. Fully flared- the head of his cock is as big around as her entire actual head.
Every little movement on his shaft caused Alice's hips to twitch. She feels everything he does even though she doesn't have a cock to feel from. She rest his dick on her shoulder and cupped both balls in her hands! Each testicle was the size of an ostrich egg and three times as heavy. The scrotal skin was so smooth and so soft! She rubbed the curvature of them, tracing it to the top and then grabbed onto the loose skin at the top of the scrotum and gently wobbled his balls and forth. His dick bounced on her shoulder a few times, pulling itself up in a throb.
"Okay, fun is fun but I need to fix you. You can't even hug me like this. I didn't mean to do this. Uh... okay- you have human shaped hips and upper torso."
His hips popped loudly and his ass started to get even larger and rounder! The hip shape was causing it to be much more pronounced! This also caused his leg joints to re-align in a way that would allow him to stand upright again. His rib cage compacted back down, though remained huge because she never said anything about altering his size. His pectoral muscles shifted back down to a human position between the front limbs, and his stomach area compressed making it look more sunken in but also causing his six pack abs to be visible again! His crotch was very veiny. Vincent seemed a bit off-balance now. His front half shifting caused his arm joints to shift further up, which meant his legs were longer than his arms, putting his front half lower than it should be, making walking on all fours awkward.
"Okay, you have human arms and hands- well, wait..." His transformation did not wait, but she thought of a few tweaks while he was transitioning. "You have, uh, half-paw hands, and some soft fur on your upper half, for excellent hugs! Oh, and, you are definitely smarter than a horse."
Vincent's front hooves shattered, causing him to tumble forward and Alice needed to get out of the way or be crushed by the giant half-man. By the time he pushed himself into an upright sitting position, the base of his former hooves was branching into short, fat digits. The remnant shards of the hoof softened into claws. The claws were not as sharp as a feline, but sharper than a canine. She realized she never specified what the paw half came from, so they were nondescript paws. The part she was looking for the most though, is when the ends and base of every digit swelled into a bright pink ball of thick skin! Giant toe beans! Vincent was looking around a bit confused- because she changed reality yet again, he does not recall having any other form- which means he has no idea why he fell to the ground or had any problem moving prior to this. Alice grabbed his hands and locked fingers with his. His half-paw hands were so giant compared to hers though that she could barely get her fingers around his palms to fit their tips between the base of his digits! His fingers and thumb remained pretty thick because of paw traits, and his palm was slightly longer than normal. He grew a powder soft black fur on the back of his hand up to the wrist, then there was a disconnected patch on his forearm, and then a large diamond shaped patch on his chest. Because of his horse changes, even after the horse fur vanished from his upper half his skin was still black under it. The pads on his hands were neon pink though, making them stand out a LOT.
Guiding him with their hands together she gently rocked him back into a full laying position and climbed on top of him. He was so large that she could kneel directly on him without hurting him. "You will kiss me Vincent~ and your face will compress back to get rid of that muzzle!" He lifted his head up toward hers but she placed a hand on his huge neck suddenly. "OH, but, you will only kiss me if you wanted to... already... before I said anything, I mean."
He cocked an eyebrow, not sure what she meant but she removed her hand stopping him so he lifted his head to kiss her. His lips were so soft! Horse lips are really big and dexterous! She almost giggled through the kiss because the feeler hairs on his horse chin were tickling her! His face started to click and clack as the bone compressed back inward. Then his tongue entered her mouth! She said to get rid of his muzzle, not anything else- his tongue was still the size of a proper horse, now no longer having a muzzle to fit in! It filled her entire mouth! It was so soft and squishy and hot. She broke off to catch her breath, panting hard and looking at her handy work. His nose was quite wide and his nostrils still quite large, so his face still stuck out further than a normal human but not by too much. She made a quick adjustment to shrink his tongue down to fit in his mouth properly. His neck was still a long, muscular horse neck but she kinda liked it, so Alice did not want to make any alterations there. The feeling of kissing him was really hard for her brain to wrap itself around. She feels what he does, so she was both being kissed by him and kissing herself through him.
Alice glanced back with a coy grin and slid her feet to either side of his chest. She was looking back at his giant bobbing erection, feeling the weight trying to bend the turgid staff as it wobbled back and forth from their movements. Alice yanked her pants and panties down and sat on his dick! It was so large and tall that she barely had to bend over at all to sit on it. He let out a thunderously deep moan and Alice started to squirm a bit on his cock head- even only half flared it was so wide that it did not fit easily. When it popped in finally, she almost hurt herself because of how much easier and quickly the shaft behind it slid into her! Alice could only get as far down as just before his medial ring! Over half his cock was still outside of her and she already ran out of space! Vincent was in bliss, but it was nothing compared to Alice, who thanks to being able to feel through Vincent now knew what the inside of her own pussy felt like! She could even feel his large balls slide up between his legs as they clenched, churning up a fresh batch of hot goo. Alice could not get far enough down his cock to bounce on him, so she moved forward, locking fingers with him again and then rocking her hips to work the shaft at more of an angle. She could barely move without causing herself to shudder in another mini orgasm! She hit a larger orgasm when she felt his own crotch muscles clenching as the tension in his cock was hitting critical limit, and then he climaxed which immediately sent her into a second even more powerful orgasm halfway through the first one! She was being hit with the power of two orgasms at once; one male, one female!
Vincent basically had to catch her- her full weight fell forward when her legs basically turned to jelly from the climax. When his cock started to go soft she staggered backwards and fell onto her side, laughing at her own clumsiness. Her back half had been partially supported by the giant phallus, so when it gave out, so did she.
Vincent looked at the log he had been sitting on, a bit confused as to why it was to tiny... how the hell does he sit on that without falling over? Once he resumed watching their food cook, Alice took a few steps back and nodded at herself in confidence.
"Okay, as fun as that was; time to get back to my Vincent though. Vincent's body will now be normal." Nothing happened, and she growled in frustration. "I mean... normal for the species. He is a normal HUMAN."
Her vision became dizzy a moment and then she was tossed to her hands and knees by a massive surge of growth and change! Her outfit immediately became too tight everywhere! Oh no, stating he is a normal human instead of he is turning back in to what would be normal for a human is having the opposite effect she wanted.
"Ah!! N-no. Turn him and everyone else back into a standard human- like they were be-ah~ before... this." Her statement had no effect, she is changing rapidly!
The problem now is that there is no point of reference. There are no 'normal' humans. She just unintentionally started every living person on the planet into the same transformation she is now going through! Her clit swelled tremendously and her guts cramped as her ovaries mutated into testicles! Her clothing ruptured almost all at once from both her increasing muscle and size! She was turning into an almost exact clone of Vincent! Vincent's current form is now what all humans look like! Genitals included. Which means humans can no longer reproduce- they are all male! Her butt started to raise and her legs started to spread as they actually got longer and larger, her feet devolving to hooves quickly. It almost felt like the ground was trying to push up her arms, but it was just pads forming on her hands as they turned half paw!
"This is a long shot but... humans, uh... humans match their lifestyles!"
Alice paused a moment, but nothing seemed to happen, then she was startled by the sound of groaning metal and looked to the truck as it started to transform. Well, that failed. She hoped it would force everyone to return at least more humanoid in order to keep living the way they have been, but instead its transforming all tools, buildings, and vehicles to better suit their new bodies. Back in the city the sound of tearing clothing could be heard everywhere as people transformed. Vehicles became quite tall to better suit their huge forms, but that allowed more vertical space for the engine, which caused the bed capacity for trucks to expand, and overall vehicle lengths to shrink. Wardrobes changed for everyone, but their bodies started changing first, so the clothes they were currently wearing did not change fast enough to save them; making everyone across the globe naked for the time being. Buildings became much larger, which created size issues as many cities were already tightly packed, causing buildings to expand underground.
Alice squealed and arched back; her body going rigid as her clit turned penis expanded to equine proportions quite quickly, tugging on all the nerves. She collapsed her back legs entirely to sit on her growing muscular horse butt and grab her cock.
"Ack, no. Hoo~ feels so good. How do men get anything done with these things between their legs? Cocks are so demanding. I shouldn't even have a penis!" Suddenly all the people who were formerly women became confused by their changing forms. "Women have vulva! And bo~ ooooh boy. Ah... hah... big boobs..."
Even as she spoke the changes immediately took place- her body was still in the process of shifting so there was absolutely no delay for these alterations. She however did not state that they don't have dicks, just that they have vulva as well. So her growing cock and balls remained exactly the same, and instead the taint almost immediately behind her balls collapsed into a tiny hole. The hole started to expand as the flesh around it swelled up into labia. Once it got big enough and dug far enough into her torso it formed a womb at the end trailing to ovaries above. Because of how it was positioned in addition to the male genitals however- the prostate was pinched between vagina and anus, slightly pushing into both other holes- it did not matter what hole she was penetrated from, the prostate was impossible to miss! She grabbed at her massive pectoral muscles as bubbles of fat once again formed in front of them and rapidly swelled into tits. As they got larger, she had to be more careful of her claws so she did not prick herself by accident. She unconsciously said big boobs however- and their size was also paired to their current bodies. She was breathless from all the involuntary moaning as she kneaded her swelling boobs. The heat they gave off built up in the insulated fatty mass, causing sweat to collect in her cleavage and make her tits shiny with moisture.
She muttered under her breath that women also have longer hair and are smaller than males. Now it seemed like her boobs stopped growing, but the rest of her shrank- so her breasts were still getting bigger in proportion to the rest of her. Longer hair in this current equine jumble however meant the entire mane from head to the base of the neck, as well as her tail hair growing! She shrank so much that Alice became the same size she used to be- though remained very muscular. Her tail was so long the hair pooled on the ground behind her for several feet. In her upright sitting, the hair on her mane covered half her body like a curtain and still touched the ground.
Alice thought hard, though her mind was spinning from all the sensations and the panic of accidentally rebuilding the entire human race. She was about to say something when a huge creature pounced on her! It had a long smooth neck, and its head was shaped with a tapered end so it had no definition against the neck holding it up. It had no eyes and instead three undulating flaps of skin on either side of its head that were photosensitive. Its mouth was under its head and trailed two long thin tendrils like whiskers. It's form was relatively human but its chest was doubled- including its pectorals and arms! It only had two fingers and a thumb on each hand, and only two toes on the feet, no claws or nails. It had no tail and its back arched steeply- there was six breasts on its upper backside!
Alice was about to scream and talk this thing out of existence but it spoke first- in her voice! "Stop, it's me. I mean you. I mean I am you."
"...what... the FUCK."
"You were about to state some things about evolution to try and fix things. Well, I am you from tomorrow; I said I was coming back in time to today to stop myself- you. It doesn't work, don't fuck with evolution."
They both looked up and seen trees collapsing and transforming to concrete! The forest was being consumed- FAST.
"Oh, also that."
"What is-?"
"Everyone is a lot bigger but there is still the same number of people, and still the same amount of resources available on the planet to use. There is no forests left. They do not know what camping even is- this will be a parking lot in about fifteen minutes."
"No it won't." The forest stopped crumbling away. "Because the earth is proportionally larger to these bodies."
The sky almost instantly went black, showing the rapidly spinning stars in the sky.
The alien Alice smacked what must be the equivalent of her face. "Okay, well the planet changing size midrbit just threw us into the void of space." The temperatures started to fall extremely fast as their distance to the sun increased. "Uh, our planet is endothermic!" The heat returned- radiating off the ground now.
The original Alice got off the ground again- her huge horse dick soft again from panic but still fully out of its sheath and awkwardly flopping around. "Shit, Luna!"
"Huh? Oh right." They both felt the wind dying down, the air becoming stagnant. Trees started to crumble to dust. "No moon means no wind, and no tide. No wind to carry pollen to spread plant life and no tides to churn the sea. Uh- Earth has a moon trapped in its gravitational field still. Somehow. I don't know, make it work."
They all got slammed into the ground suddenly. "In order to keep it in orbit while flying through space, Earth's gravity had to be increased..."
"We already adapted to that increased gravity." The pressure vanished, allowing them to get up again.
Alice looked at alien Alice for several long moments, then to Vincent who seemed perfectly oblivious to anything- since he would be unable to perceive the alterations.
"We still need to figure out how to fix this. This just stops the world from ending..."
"Wait- that is-!"
She was cut off as another woman appeared in a flash of pale blue. Her body was extremely tall and narrow. Her fingers each had an extra joint and were exceptionally long. The woman was floating a foot above the ground rather than standing on it. She had strange mechanical devices on her arms, shoulders and back, and some on her head. Her head extended upward like a tower! The face was still recognizable as Alice's however!
The third Alice lifted her hand to silence the other two. "We have stated that we possess the knowledge to fix this turmoil. I am the self that has that power."
"Well then how do w-"
"Silence!" A beeping came from her head, and a vial of pink liquid unscrewed from the side of her head, hissing from high temperatures. She pulled it out and shook it back and forth to cool it. "Sorry- my patience module is overheating. I can fix our situation. I already know this. Therefore, the course of action for you two is to enjoy your weekend with Vincent. Whatever you manage to mess up- I can fix. So... use your power, like you originally intended."
The first thing they did was state that Vincent knew about the second Alice and was as turned on as he was for his original Alice. They had dinner and told spooky stories by the camp fire. The alien Alice and the original took turns being cradled by Vincent's much larger body by the fire. During the night, alien Alice woke up briefly for some kinky fun and gave Vincent a late night blowjob! Because of her weird mouth and very long, flexible throat she was actually able to swallow the entire huge horsecock! You could very clearly see the shape of his dick as it slid down her throat- the impression of its form stretched out from her skin. Once she was down to his balls, she used the two whisker like tendrils to wrap around his nuts and hold them up.
The next day they all went on a hike- the third Alice floating behind but not directly interacting with them. It seems she is able to run simulations in her head on any situation she is capable of creating, including simulating stimulation of the senses, which rendered the act of actually doing anything mostly pointless. She was having her own adventure with Vincent in her head. By the afternoon when they returned to the camp site, Alice gave Vincent an insatiable lust, so his male refractory period was erased! She can feel everything he does, so even if he isn't having sex with her... he is still kinda having sex with her. The original Alice was the only one with a horse cock, so she frot with him to feel the hot, tight, throbbing cocks together for a while before erupting! She then stated she was as flexible as rubber, and then had Vincent's dick expand to almost double its size!! His horse dong was now so large that he could not walk properly with its weight- it wobbled easily, and was so heavy that any momentum it gained was enough force to tug his entire body in that direction! Because of her elasticity though, Alice could take the massive thing without trouble! When he came, he blasted into her so hard she immediately started to inflate like a balloon! Her stomach pressed out into a huge globe and still he came more!
She wanted him to keep cumming, because all three of her felt it as well- if his orgasm doesn't end, neither does theirs, but they are all able to feel their own over top of that! When her stomach was almost as large as she is, the original Alice was blown off the end of his erupting dick by liquid pressure. His taint and urethra clenching so hard between blasts it felt like they were trying to implode, only to expand again for another blast! The volume of cum with each throb was so great that they could all feel it travelling all the way up the shaft before leaving. Each thick stream arched in the air three feet up, collecting into a globule mid-air before slamming into the ground with a loud wet slapping sound. Vincent was sweating quite a bit and breathing dangerously heavy. The three Alice realized they could keep him cumming forever, but that doesn't mean his body can handle it! Not wanting to end their high, alien Alice collapsed her being with Vincent! The two of them became one- so his body could take the strength from what was hers!
Vincent's neck became longer and long flaps of perpetually waving skin grew up either side of the bridge of his nose! The four thick fingers on either hand started to fuse instead into two- the claw on each growing in size to match the larger fused digit! Internally, she had to keep her consciousness separate from his, or the resulting merge would be considered a new entity- and thus no longer entitled to the reality-breaking powers. Vincent would also become aware of her meddling, which would be bad too. Their spine grew in size, but not the rest of the torso, causing him to arch forward as his back grew larger. Six nubs formed and stiffened into fresh nipples, then bled darker pigmentation out from their base to create areola. His cock started to buck hard, and the breaks between cum shots shrank even more as his body exploded with even more pleasure! The six breasts started to grow in, stretching and branching new pleasure nerves as huge bubbles of fat swelled out to house them! Finally the front of his torso started to catch up as several more ribs started to form and his shoulder blades doubled. His arm swelled with muscle and extra thick bone, eventually dividing into four identical arms.
The ultra smart Alice shrugged with a smile, even as her body trembled like a leaf from pleasure. "Why not- lets all pile on!"
She merged herself with Vincent as well!! His pectorals started to swell further out, becoming jiggly and soft as yet another pair of boobs formed on his chest! Because the two sets of arms also gave him two sets of pectoral muscles though- a second pair of breasts started to grow as well, giving him more breasts than Alice had to give originally! His arms and his legs started to stretch longer. Vincent could literally not think at all- the entirety of his neurons was dedicated to processing the sheer amount of pleasure input his nervous system was being hammered with, and had nothing left to actually process active thought. He started to feel even more pleasure though- as the number of neurons increased greatly to process it! The ultra smart Alice was causing his head to grow! The back of his skull swelled larger and larger as his brain increased size, and new divisions formed in the grey matter to divvy up the processing power! His head doubled in size, then the bone started to throb with pressure and the growth slowed down, having a hard time keeping up. By the time it fully stopped his head was almost three times bigger than it should be and his neck was having a hell of a time just keeping it up. Unfortunately her ability to float was a result of the equipment she had been wearing- not a power that she had.
The original Alice could barely move. Her steps were shaky, her entire body weak and overloaded with pleasure. She walked up to Vincent with a smile, gently taking his mega cock in her hands and kissing the salty shaft.
"Let us share this mind blowing orgasm~. Come on baby, lets become one!"
She stepped forward and pressed the dick into her chest and it fused! Her heart beat was now directly controlled by the contractions of the perpetually climaxing cock! Since cum isn't nearly as thin as water, the soil could not absorb it fully, so by now the pool of cum was starting to build up in layers, causing its level to rise almost three inches off the ground in a small pond! Alice collapsed from the pleasure, causing her to fall further forward into the dick. The shaft fully eclipsed her chest- forcing her to lean her head back, the wide glans of the horse phallus now resting over her face. The rigid flesh rim pressed against her face- her nose filled with its musk. She hugged herself- which at this point was his shaft and her arms fused to it. They hollowed and branched, turning quickly to massive veins on the surface of the cock. Her own cock and balls vanished inside, making his dick still a bit bigger, and then she fused her hips to the base of his dick. Her butt cheeks remained un-merged, looking almost like some sort of phallic knot at the base! Her legs crossed around the base and fused into the overfilled sheath, causing the plush, rubbery skin to swell up still bigger and softer!
All four of them were exhausted and barely keeping up their breathing but did not want the orgasm to end! The still separate head of the original Alice opened her eyes wider however when her mind became overlapped with her two instances of herself.
"W-wait the solution to all this the whole time was ju-"
And suddenly she hit the perfectly dry ground on her back. The other two Alice were gone, the forest was full again, the sun back in the sky. Vincent was perfectly normal again, packing their things back into the vehicle. "Well, that was a great trip. We should plan more short getaways like this."
"Y... yea."
Her brows lowered at the situation having turned completely back to normal on its own. Robin loaned her the powers only for the duration of the weekend- which means she already built in a fail-safe before Alice even left. It didn't matter how badly she ruined the universe, it would all be undone the moment the weekend ended anyway! A bit frustrated at herself, Alice still smiled as Vincent held the truck door open for her so they could return to the city. As the temporary user of the power, she still had full recollection of the bizarre happenings of the weekend- three instances of it, in fact. It was a sexy experience, but Alice was pretty sure she wanted to leave the reality warping to just Robin from now on. | null | [] |
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. | null | [] |
*The chronological order of my stories is as follows:
Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Teresa's Summer Race, The Trilogy series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series.
The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1-5.
Feedback and* constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.*
*Part 16 - Please To Remember...*
"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!"
I would have great reason to remember Guy Fawkes Day, but due to a much happier occasion.
I got to the hospital to find Cindy in the waiting room. Laura was changing into scrubs, exercising her privileges of being on Staff at the hospital to help with what was about to happen.
"They took her into the delivery room." Cindy said. "They wouldn't let me go in with her since I'm not the father. I called our parents. They're still in Canada; we weren't expecting this for another week or two."
"I hear you. I'll stay here with you, then, being the father notwithstanding." I said. We waited, watching the late night coverage of the election on the TV, talking about what had happened in the State Senate race. At 2:45 am, Laura came out to see us.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" she said. "He came out about 15 minutes ago. Mother and son are doing very well. Let them finish their initial work and put Molly in a room, and you both can go in and see them."
It was another hour, but once we got into the room we saw a very happy Molly holding her newborn baby, who was wrapped in a light blue swaddling cloth and wearing a blue toboggan cap on his little head. Molly was going to hand my new son to me, but I suggested she let Cindy hold her new nephew first. Cindy was near tears herself as she held the baby. I kissed Molly as I congratulated her and she congratulated me back.
"So, what is his name?" I asked.
"I was thinking about that." Molly said. "He sure as hell is not going to be named 'Evans'." Molly was referring to her married name, and though she hadn't dropped it, she still didn't think enough of her ex-husband to grant that name to her child. "So I was thinking his last name would be 'Troy', if you're okay with that, Don."
"Okay?" I said, "It's more than 'okay'; I'd be honored!"
"Good!" said Molly, grinning, "since I already put it on the birth certificate. His first name is Ross, and our mother's maiden name is McAlister. How does 'Ross McAlister Troy' sound?"
"Sounds very Irish to me. He'll fit right in at the Cop Bar." I said as Cindy handed little Ross to me. He was a good-looking, blue-eyed redhead like his daddy, and I felt the same emotion of holding him as I'd felt when holding baby Jim after he'd been born.
"What, can't name a male child 'Cindy'?" Cindy Ross said, teasing. "Seriously, it sounds good. I called Mom and Dad, they're probably preparing to come down now."
"I called them, too, as soon as I was put into the room." Molly said. "They're going to meet me in Midtown after I'm released from the hospital here."
"Whaaa" Cindy said, obviously shocked by the news.
"I told them to come here." Molly said, her face a look of resignation. "But they insisted on going there, saying I had a guest room for them there, and they can see the new house as well as the new baby."
"Like The Cabin is too small for them?" I asked. The look in Molly's eyes as she glanced at me told me everything.
"Well!" Cindy said. "Congratulations, Molly, he's a beautiful boy. I'll step outside and leave you two alone with him." Before either of us could stop her, Cindy fled the room.
"Hoo boy." I said.
"Yep, you understand." Molly said. Just then the beautiful black woman Nurse Jones came into the room with other hospital staff.
"Okay, Commander," Nurse Jones said, "you know the drill by now. Tests to run, mother and son need sleep, you probably need some, too."
"Yes, I do know the drill, happily enough." I said. I handed the baby to the other nurse, who took him over to take more body measurements. I kissed Molly and told her I'd visit later that day, after solving the Donolan murder once and for all, then left the room.
I found Cindy in the waiting room, with Laura comforting her. I sat down on my partner's other side. "You okay?" I asked.
"I guess." Cindy said said, as Laura excused herself. "They're not coming here because they don't want to meet Jenna, aren't they? And I thought... after they came down after I got shot, that everything was better."
"Well," I said, "I'm not going to try to speak to their intent. I think they don't really want to see me either. They're devout, practicing Catholics, aren't they?" Cindy nodded, and I said "Well, I'm sure they're going to love their grandson, but their daughter having a bastard child by a married man probably isn't going over too well with them, either."
"Nice try." Cindy said, refusing to be mollified (pun not intended). "But we all know they don't want me introducing my new girlfriend to them. Why can't they just accept me as I am?"
"They do, and they showed it when they came down here while you were in the hospital last summer. They love you, and they love you for who you are as an individual and as their daughter. But they're not ready for your girlfriend. I replied, knowing that I was probably the only person in the world who could tell Cindy this truth without being ripped apart, and it was my duty to do so. "You want them to accept you as you are, but you have to meet them halfway and accept them for what they are... as not ready to handle you being a lesbian. You want them to change, they want you to change, and neither of you are going to change."
"You're right." Cindy said. "It still hurts, though."
Just then Teresa Croyle bounded into the room. "Hey, congratulations!" she said, about as happy as I'd seen Teresa possibly be. I took the opportunity to excuse myself, letting Cindy explain to, and be comforted by, her friend.
*Part 17 - An Interdicted Arrest*
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" blared the lovely but tired-looking reporterette. "After a hotly contested election, Katherine Woodburn has been declared the winner of the State Senate race. TEA Party candidate John Cummings not only is refusing to concede, he is demanding a recount and his campaign is already preparing lawsuits over the results."
"However, their appeal of Judge Harry Nance's decision to let heavily Democrat districts, and those districts only, be left open has been flatly denied by the Appellate Court, and the Federal Court refuses to accept the case because the County and State Republican Parties refuse to join the lawsuits. The Republicans have brutally betrayed Mr. Cummings, leaving the Republican candidate as well as many citizens deeply angry at the seeming collusion between the Republican and Democrat Parties in installing Katherine Woodburn as the 1st District State Senator."
As a ranking Police Officer, I thought to myself, I had an obligation to outwardly be a political atheist... but right now I was disgusted with both political parties and the whole election process, especially seeing that it was the *Republicans* doing all they could to defeat Conservatives. With 'friends' like the Republicans, who needs enemies? I thought to myself. Sheesh.
Oh well, enough on politics. Time to get my ass in gear and bring Justice on behalf of the late Trish Donolan...
At 10:00am, I arrived at River Valley Country Club, with FBI Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone, FBI Special Agent Eduardo Escobar, Sergeant Rudistan, Senior Patrolman Morton, and Patrol Officers Johnson and Inga Gunddottar.
"We've got the Federal warrant." Jack Muscone had said at Headquarters earlier that morning. "After you had us check Trey Lundquist's fingerprints, we found that he has some outstanding warrants for his arrest in Florida. He's accused of wire fraud, mail fraud and money laundering across State lines. He previously was arrested and is on probation for impersonating a police officer in Florida."
"He's got an even more serious charge now, for which I have a local warrant." I said. "Aiding and abetting first degree murder. Think the U.S. Attorney will let us cut a deal if he hands us the murderer of Trish Donolan?"
"Maybe." said Muscone. "Lundquist is pretty small potatoes as far as the FBI is concerned. Unless, of course, we find new connections to whatever you think is going on in your County here."
"That could well be." I said. "Let's get him into custody now, and we'll worry about all that shit later."
"Mr. Lundquist," said the Club staffer at the door to the Manager's office, "the Police are pulling into the parking lot. Several cars."
"Thank you, Carlotta." said Lundquist. He quickly opened the fountain pen on it's little commemorative plaque and took out a little glass capsule. He then put that glass capsule deep inside his mouth, between his cheek and back teeth.
I entered the Country Club, brushing by the staffer as she attempted to run interference by coming up to us asking how she could be of service. I barged straight into the Manager's office.
"Trey Lundquist, please keep your hands where I can see them." I said to the manager, who was sitting behind his desk. I had a red crowbar in my hands, ready for use. My officers and the FBI agents were prepared to draw their guns, if needed.
Lundquist put his empty hands on the desk where I could see them. I could see nothing else amiss in the room, though the fountain pen at front looked to be at an odd angle to its holder. "What can I do for you, Officers?" Lundquist asked.
"You are under arrest," I said. "For aiding and abetting the murderer of Trish Donolan, and helping hide the murder weapon."
"You've gotta be kidding." said Lundquist.
"The Commander has forgotten to mention my outstanding Federal warrants." Special Agent Muscone said. "Seems you've had an active career in Florida."
"But aiding and abetting murder? Are you out of your tree?" said Lundquist, pretending uncomprehending shock. I could tell in his eyes that he was busted and he knew it, though.
"Not at all." I said. "Pretending the master key was stolen was my first clue in your direction. You were the only one who could've manipulated the camera and the tapes so that you weren't seen going to the janitor closet and securing the plastic bag full of Tyvex suit and the murder weapon. Then you threw it back above the ceiling tiles later that night."
"Hell, you can't prove a word of that." Lundquist bluffed.
"Yet I was able to get a warrant, which is 80% of the battle." I said. "And when we arrest the murderer *herself*, she's going to throw you under the bus. You've only got one chance, Trey... tell me, who hired you to assist the murderer?"
"If I told you that, I'd die anyway." said Lundquist. I failed to catch the meaning of his words.
"Maybe, but I'll just turn you over to the FBI." I said, bluffing. "They'll interrogate you much more... thoroughly than I'd be permitted to. They'll get the truth out of you."
"Sounds like I'm a dead man, all the way around." said Lundquist. "Congratulations, Commander. You're every bit as dangerous as my employer said you'd be."
"Stop him!" I shouted I saw Lundquist's tongue moving inside his cheek... but it was too late. He bit down and a heavy, pungent smell of almonds permeated the room as foam began spewing from his mouth. The fat man gurgled and fell back. Within seconds he would be dead.
"Cyanide!" said Jack Muscone, who had rushed forward to try to stop him, but was too late.
"God *damn* it!" I screamed. I grabbed the fountain pen, which separated from itself, having only been loosely put back together, then threw the parts onto the floor in utter disgust with myself. "Fuck *me*! I saw this when I came in, I should have known!"
"It was in his mouth already, Commander." said Sergeant Rudistan perceptively. "No way you could've stopped it." There was general agreement, and I pretended to allow myself to be mollified. I was still pissed at myself.
"All right." I said. "Call the fucking morgue to come get this shit eater."
"What now?" asked Muscone. "Does this hurt your case against the murderer?"
"I was hoping to get him to talk." I said. "But I think we have a case, anyway. Let's move, just in case someone around here knows what's up and is calling the bitch to warn her."
*Part 18 - A Murderer Captured*
"Catherine, I don't get this." Cat Clausen's husband was saying. "Trish's funeral is coming up, you need to be here to help with that. You were her best friend."
"The funeral home will handle it." said Cat dismissively, quickly packing her large suitcase. "I've got to go, my dad called and said Mom is sick. He can't take care of her."
"When did he call?" Clausen asked, totally stunned by his wife's frantic actions. They had been trying to get back together, and had done very well in bed together the night before... but now his wife was acting strangely yet again.
"A while ago, while you were in the bathroom--" Cat said, but was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
"Don't answer that!" Cat yelled as her husband went towards the door.
"What the hell?" he answered as shouts of "POLICE! OPEN UP!" were shouted from the other side of the door. He went to the door and opened it. I barged past him, as did Sergeant Rudistan and Patrol Officer Gunddottar. We were too quick for Cat Clausen, whom we prevented from running into the kitchen towards the back door.
"Cat Clausen," I said as Inga Gunddottar deftly turned her around and affixed handcuffs to her wrists before she hardly knew what was happening, "you are under arrest for the murder of Trish Donolan."
"What the hell is going on, here?" asked Cat's stunned husband. "Cat? What's going on?"
"Your wife is under arrest for murder, Mr. Clausen." I said. "Here's the warrant for her arrest, and here's the warrant to search this house for a large black handbag, the clothes she was wearing the night of the murder, and whatever else we find pertaining to the case..."
"We've got the bag, and we've found Tyvex fibers inside it." reported Dr. Woodrow later that day. "Nothing on her clothes yet, but we're still working to see if any blood got into cracks in her shoes before she wiped off the soles."
"Good work, Doctor." I said. "Thank God she didn't get rid of the stuff." I hung up. "Okay, Croyle, let's go talk to Cat Clausen. Where's Ross?"
"In her office." said Teresa. "But to be honest, I don't think she's fully into the game right now. She told me about her parents not coming here. It's hit her really hard."
"Okay, we'll leave her alone for the time being." I said. "That means you and Tanya get to watch the fun." I grabbed Paulina Patterson, Tanya Perlman, Martin Nash and Diana Torres from MCD, and they followed me to Interrogation-1. Only myself and ADA Patterson went inside, while the others watched through the one-way glass.
"Okay, Cat." I said to the woman, sitting next to her lawyer, another expensive legal eagle from Gresham & Mason, P.C. "I am going to re-read you your rights, particularly for the benefit of your lawyer from *Gresham & Mason*, whom I'm seeing a lot of, lately." The lawyer's eyes widened slightly; he might have realized that I was onto far more than he had previously been aware. I read Cat her considerable legal rights.
"Okay, Cat." I said. "We're processing the evidence now. I know you're not going to insult my intelligence by pretending I don't have you down ice cold for Trish's murder. I only want to know two things: your reason why, and who hired you to do it and for what reason."
"In exchange for what?" said the lawyer, who was astute enough to know that the next words out of Paulina's mouth would be 'death penalty' if his client did not come correct.
"Death penalty off the table." said Paulina. "Life without parole."
"Not good enough." said the lawyer, whose eyes could not hide that he was essentially bluffing. "I don't think you have enough for a conviction, much less malice murder for the death penalty."
"Then you have another 'think' coming." I said to the lawyer derisively. "This woman viciously slit her supposedly best friend's throat with no more compunction than if she were swatting a fly. That alone is going to make a jury wonder just what capacity for evil Cat Clausen has inside her. And I'll give the D.A. the case for conviction that she'll spoon-feed to the jury like a hungry baby."
"Yeah, right." sneered the lawyer. "I'll not only have her out of here by the end of the day, I'll have the judge demanding you apologize for inconveniencing her with these fantasies of yours."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. "I do apologize for laughing, Mrs. Clausen, but your legal representation here is really pathetic trying to bluff with the hand he's holding. Let me show you just some of what I have. In fact, I'll tell you just what you did, and you please correct me if I stray from the path, okay?"
I began. "Trish Donolan went into the bathroom and you followed her, with your large handbag in tow. I know this because several witnesses observed you with your handbag during the break. Inside the bathroom, you suggested that you dress up in a Tyvex suit as an early Hallowe'en trick, saying that after the break you'd come out saying the room was quarantined, or something along those lines. Trish actually helped you put on the suit, then you got up onto the toilet seat. Before she could react, you had the sendoku knife out, grabbed Trish, and slit her throat. I don't know if it was your friendship with her or just your lack of strength, but you barely got the job done." Cat's eyes were wide with shock; I knew I was on track.
"You then took off the protective suit and booties, put them and the weapon in the plastic bag, all while standing on the toilet seat, then threw the bag and contents through the ceiling tiles into the janitor closet, where your associate Trey Lundquist took the items and hid them in his office. Since he was being helpful to the police, and due to a lack of skepticism on my Crime Lab's part that I will assuredly be correcting in the near future, he was able to hide the package for the duration of our initial investigation. He later threw the package back up into the false ceiling and closed off the tiles."
"Meanwhile, you wiped down the top of the toilet and your shoes, then managed to get out of the room without tracking Trish's blood. What you didn't know is that she was still alive, moved enough to get to the door and to allow more blood to flow all over the floor, so when you 'found' her again she fell out the door."
"So you went back to the main room, then went to 'find' your friend, screamed when you 'found' her, and everyone came rushing in. Later, your associate threw the package back up above the ceiling tiles after we'd searched for them, and you intended to come back and get them and dispose of them later, when the investigation began dying down. Will it do, Mrs. Clausen?"
Cat said nothing. The lawyer thundered "Why in the hell would she kill her friend? What motive could she possibly have?"
"Money." I said. "Cat's been hooked on drugs for years. She'd been getting off light by bringing other women to the pushers, and also by having sex with them. But her debts became a bit too large, and her suppliers began demanding green dollar bills in payment for their drugs. Cat was offered the chance to wipe out her debt, get some money to start fresh somewhere else, if only she'd take care of her benefactor's problem and kill Trish, who was not as much a friend to her as people believed.
"In fact, I suspect Trish had denied Cat the money Cat needed and asked to borrow in order to pay for her drug debts. For that matter, Trish was not too far behind Cat in being hooked on drugs and needing money herself. So Cat... who was your benefactor? I suspect that if you don't tell us and let us protect you in custody, that you're going to end up with the same fatal throat injuries you applied to Trish."
"Watch your threats, buddy." said the lawyer, menace in his voice and eyes. I matched his look.
"That's not a threat, Counselor. It's a prediction, and Mrs. Clausen knows it." I said. "Why don't you tell your client what happened to her associate, Mr. Lundquist."
"Lundquist is dead." the lawyer said. I noted Catherine's look of shock as the lawyer continued "I got the call about that almost immediately after the police went into the Club to arrest him."
"Ahhh, so you *have* been anticipating me catching up to your clients." I said, glomming onto the lawyer's admission. He said nothing, but his face gave himself away as surely as if he'd stated a confession out loud.
"Trey is dead?" Cat asked, her voice shaking.
"Hush, don't say another word!" the lawyer demanded.
"Yes, Catherine," I said, quickly seeing the path I needed to walk upon. "Trey committed suicide rather than give up whoever hired him. He knew he was going to die. And I think you know what this means for you."
As neither Cat nor her lawyer said anything, I said "Ms. Patterson, I think we should give Cat and her lawyer a few moments to discuss her rather dire situation." We got up and went into the anteroom, which was full of stunned Detectives.
"So much for those high-priced lawyers." I said to the group in the hallway outside the anteroom. "He really fucked up, there."
"I thought you'd trapped him into saying that." said Cindy, who'd joined her fellow Detectives after I'd gone into the Interrogation room.
"I could pretend to take credit for that," I said, "but in reality he screwed up on his own."
Five minutes later, Cat Clausen was banging on the anteroom door. Her lawyer's face was red-faced, furious with anger, and he was shouting at her.
"Twenty-five to life with possibility of parole if I confess and cooperate?" asked Cat. To my total astonishment, the lawyer got up and left the room.
"Yeah, give it to her." I suggested to Paulina. Paulina nodded.
"Do you want new legal counsel?" I asked.
"No. I'll take the deal and confess." Cat most wisely said. "What do you want to know?"
"Who hired you, Cat?" I asked.
"Honest to God, I'm not sure." said Cat. "The manager at the Club, Trey, was my contact. He gave me the cash to pay my drug debts, which I did."
"Did he say why he wanted you to kill Trish?" I asked.
"He just said that Trish had betrayed his employer, and she had to die. He also said that I'd end up dead if I didn't kill her. I didn't really have a choice, so I took the money to get out of debt and get free. I was planning to move away, leave my husband if I had to."
"You murdered her, even though she was your friend?"
Cat peered at me. "You were more correct a minute ago. I thought Trish was my friend, but I realized that she'd delivered me to drug hell just as she'd delivered Margo Bailey and Carol Carlington, who is lucky not to be dead herself. Then when Trish wouldn't loan me the money I needed, and was a real bitch telling me that it was my own fault I got hooked, I realized she was no friend of mine. I didn't want to kill her, I don't want to hurt anyone... but I did what I had to do, and I haven't cried about it yet."
"Cat," I asked, "are you aware of Trish being involved in other criminal activities? Industrial espionage, for example?"
"No sir." said Cat, looking genuinely surprised. "She never said anything about anything like that. Of course, most of our time together we were on our backs, getting fucked..."
*Part 19 - The Solution*
I managed to spend over an hour with Molly and my new son late that afternoon. We talked extensively about our lives, about baby Ross and my desire to be involved in his life, about Cindy and their parents and the issues there.
"Okay," I said, "I've got to go tell everyone how I solved this case. I'll come by in the morning. When are they letting you out of here?"
"They're releasing me tomorrow afternoon if all continues to go well." Molly said. "I'll spend the night at The Cabin if Cindy wants to spend time with us. I hope she will, but like you said, she's hurt and I don't know what to do about it. I'm between a rock and a hard place."
The back room of the Cop Bar contained myself, Chief Griswold, my Lieutenants Three a.k.a. 'Crowbar's Angels', those being Tanya Perlman, Teresa Croyle and Cindy Ross, Martin Nash and Sandra Speer, Diana Torres, J.R. Barnes, Bobby Patrick, Christina Cho, my mother Phyllis, Sheriff-Elect Daniel Allgood and his wife Melina, and Jack Muscone, whom I'd invited to join us.
"Handbags, ladies!" I said loudly. "Handbags!* I've got 'Crowbar's Angels', I've got other female Detectives and Technicians," I looked pointedly at Torres and Cho, "and none of you saw it! Even Mycroft Holmes here missed it at first." I pointed my thumb at my mother.
"Rub it in, why dontcha." said Cindy acerbically.
My mother put a reassuring hand on Cindy's shoulder. "He's right, my dear." Mom said. "We did miss it, and it's something to learn from. We won't miss it next time, ladies, will we?" Cindy nodded acquiescence.
"So what about the handbags?" asked the Chief, understanding the importance of the lesson.
"There were sixteen women at the meeting." I said. "Of those, thirteen had handbags no longer than six inches at the most, too small to carry very much. Two women had no handbags at all. But Cat Clausen had a massively large handbag."
"So that's what got you on her track?" asked Martin Nash.
"Yes." I said. "I realized when I kicked her handbag while questioning her that not only was it very large, it was virtually empty. So why was she carrying a handbag of that size? Now my wife carries a big bag like that, full of diapers, changes of baby clothes and the like, and when I tripped over *that* bag at home, it only confirmed what I'd been thinking: the Tyvex suit and footies and gloves used by the murderer, as well as the murder weapon, had to be imported, and a large handbag would do the trick."
"In addition," I continued, "several other ladies noted that Cat was putting down her bag when she said she'd go look for Trish. That infers that she had been carrying that bag into the bathroom/kitchenette area. So I let my imagination wander as to what story might fit Cat going into the bathroom with Trish, being able to put on the Tyvex suit without Trish being alarmed, and the story I presented during Cat's interrogation was pretty much what actually happened."
"What about Lundquist?" asked Daniel Allgood.
"One reason I have J.R., Bobby, and Christina here is to buy them dinner, because I had to do them the dishonor of making things look like they'd missed the evidence, when in reality they had not... and for that I apologize. I did need to do it though, because I very much suspected a mole or helper within the ranks of the employees, and telling that story kept the helper off guard and calm until I was ready to strike with an arrest warrant."
"I realized that Cat must have had help." I continued. "She was barely tall enough in high heels to reach the ceiling tiles from the top of the toilet, and thus to throw the evidence package through the gap in the ceiling tiles into the janitor closet. Of course, it would've been too extraordinarily lucky for her to make a blind shot that would've gone into the mop bucket, but fortunately you all were so amazed at me finding the evidence that you did not consider the magnitude of the luck that would've had to be involved.
I felt the ice-cold blue eyes on me. "Yes, Cindy," I said, looking at my partner, returning her stare, "I deceived you all on that one, and you can beat me up later about it."
"See you in the gym tomorrow morning." Cindy replied. She was not kidding.
"Ouch, I am soooo looking forward to that." I joked, getting a few laughs. "Meanwhile, let's talk Trey. When Trey Lundquist came up missing a key from the locker, I realized that he was likely the one that had made it disappear in order to make it look like it had been stolen, thus giving credence to someone coming in to put the evidence up in the ceiling tiles again. But it was a horrible mistake on his part: in saying the key was missing, it necessitated us getting his fingerprints... and when I had the FBI run those, they came up with all sorts of good stuff on him from his days in Florida. In addition, Myron found that he had some serious money issues, being in debt to the wrong people, so he was easy to hire by the person who really wanted Trish Donolan dead. More on that in a minute."
"Lundquist substituted a recorded tape of a blank hallway, as the equipment could be manipulated to have a false timestamp. He went down the hallway and into the janitor closet, got the wrapped evidence package, and hid it in his office, likely inside the flowerpot holding the small tree in the corner of the office. No one, including myself, thought to search his office that night other than a cursory look at the trash cans, and that is a reproach to my management of the case, and also to all of us."
"Anyway, Lundquist later threw the package back up into the ceiling tiles, and I'm sure he was shocked when we came back to the location and found it. As I said earlier, he had taken the precaution of making the master key in the keybox disappear, so he thought he was covered."
"Why did he commit suicide?" asked Martin Nash.
"He knew the game was up when we came for him. He had vowed to himself to never return to prison, and I would imagine that his 'employer' promised to take care of his family if he killed himself rather than be taken alive. That's an old mob tradition, but we've seen the cyanide poisoning before when that bozo snuck into our Evidence rooms wearing a replica of my Lieutenant badge. The capsule was analyzed by the Crime Lab, and was of the same type in both cases. Ergo, the cases *are* connected to that extent."
"So why was Trish killed, then?" asked Teresa Croyle. "She doesn't have any connection to all that crap that went on then, does she?"
"Well..." I said, considering what to say, then decided my team deserved to know. "I'll be talking to Jack and his FBI team more about that, but I'll just say this to all of you: in the last few weeks, we've had the Diane Lang murder case, the Barry Blair suicide, and the exposure of the disavowed CIA agent Alicia Foster and her husband Spence. All of these have had a common thread weaving through them, that of industrial espionage, either at DynaCorp or at Lightsource Industries."
"And ultimately, that was why Trish Donolan was murdered: someone is cleaning up the remnants of the mess we created when we whacked Jody Corrigan and his rogue agents at the County Airport, and Trish might have been involved in that. Blair was not the only one being paid to steal secrets from Lightsource; I suspect Trish was involved in that, as well. As to who is behind all this, I don't know yet, and it'll likely be the FBI's case instead of ours. Anything else?"
"Mr. Donolan." said Tanya Perlman. "He wasn't involved?"
"No, not in his wife's murder." I said.
"What about the photos he had in his possession?" Tanya asked, persisting. "I noticed you dropped the charges against him yesterday. What's going on with that?"
"Coincidence." I said. "As an aside, I have told Mr. Donolan to be on his guard, that whoever wanted his wife dead and wanted his fellow swingers Diane Lang and Barry Blair dead might also want him, Donolan, dead; and one reason I took him into custody was to prevent him from being murdered.
"Beyond that, certainly someone wanted him and his wife being hostile to each other, and those pictures may have been the way that was being done. I think we'll say no more on that for now, though. I just hope we won't be investigating Mr. Donolan's murder anytime soon..."
"Another brilliant piece of work, Crowbar." said the Chief, which was followed by loud acclaim until the Chief continued: "Daniel, you're a lucky man to have this guy on your Police Force, and I'm sorry to be retiring and not be able to watch him work. Give him every bit of support you can, even when it seems like he's bat-shit crazy about something... I've learned many times that he's not the crazy one, and there's method to his seeming madness."
"I hear ya, Chief." replied Allgood. "Melina, is Don bat-shit crazy?"
"I'm taking the Fifth on that one." Melina replied, her eyes wickedly cutting to me. "And I'm going to change the subject by offering a toast to Molly's new baby arriving in the world."
And so we drank a toast to Molly's new baby, then someone burned a doll of Judge Nance in effigy for Guy Fawkes Day, which set off the fire alarm and generally got us into some trouble...
*Part 20 - Solution to the Purloined Photographs*
"Before you whip my ass," I said to Cindy the next morning as we donned the light armor for our black crowbar battle in the boxing ring of the gym, "I do want to ask you something. Molly is being released from the hospital today, and she wants to spend the night at The Cabin before going home to Midtown tomorrow. She wants you to stay there with her. And I'd like for you to do that, also. I want you to get to know your nephew, really be a part of his life."
Cindy exhaled. "I dunno." she said. "I'm still pissed that she's not making our parents come here. She could help by telling them to come here and accept me, rather than letting them dodge me and Jenna."
"I think you're being unfair to Molly." I replied. "She's worked really hard to forge a good relationship with you. She wants you in her life and her baby's life. She's walking a tightrope between you and your parents. If she does as you suggest, her parents will simply walk away from her, also. Give her a chance, my friend. She's trying to bridge the gaps without getting herself crushed in the process." Cindy thought about it.
"Okay, I'll hang out with her. And it's a good thing her son takes after her instead of his father." Cindy said, the underlying challenge intended to rile me up.
"Oh really?" I said, taking the bit, glad to see Cindy into the spirit of things. "We'll see about that." And we did.
Let's just say that I got a lot of practice being on the very defensive, on the downside fighting for my life. It was a solid beatdown, and I knew what the local University's Bulldogs felt like at the end of that game against the Wildcats. All of Cindy's frustrations came out in the clanging of iron and the whacks of her crowbar on my body armor, which was barely adequate to the task. But I took it, every bit of it, for my own improvement in weaponless defense, but more for the sake of my teammate...
Vice Lieutenant Teresa Croyle walked into my office, wearing her uniform of blue pants with light blue piping, a light blue shirt with Lieutenant ranks on the shoulder epaulettes, "TCPD" insignia on the collars, her badge above her let pocket and the Purple Order insignia over her nametag on the right pocket. In addition, she wore the thin belt sash denoting a heightened level of formality. Something was up as she came to attention in front of my desk and began speaking.
"Commander, I hereby submit myself for disciplinary action--"
"STOP!" I yelled. "Not another word!"
Teresa looked at me in total shock as I stood up, my finger over my lips in a 'hush' sign. Silently, I got out my bug-catching device. It lit up bright green when I scanned the frame around my window to the outside, and around the overhead fluorescent light. Internal Affairs' bugs were not only there, but they were actively listening in, and I pointed to the glowing green light with yet another silent signal to not speak.
"Walk with me, Lieutenant." I said, walking out of my office. Teresa followed me down the hall and out the side door to the parking lot. We got into my SUV, where I again cautioned her to be silent, and we drove down the road, past the Old Mill where the 2nd Precinct would be headquartered, and down County Road 2.
"Here's where Jefferson Jackson was found dead. You can leave your radio in the car." I admonished, getting out of the car near the spot where his body had been found. I proceeded to walk another 50 feet away from the vehicle, Teresa again following.
"Don't say anything about this, ever." I said. "Not a word to me, not a word to Cindy, not a word to a priest in confession, not a word to anyone at all, ever. If you have to talk about it, do like the old Japanese proverb and whisper it down an empty well at noon, making sure no one else is around."
I continued: "I know it was you, Teresa, that put those pictures of Trish fucking those black guys under Donovan Donolan's door for him to find. I know you've been watching both Donovans as well as Cat Clausen since the night Margo Bailey died, waiting and watching for a chance at revenge. I know you took your shot when you got those pics, hoping to cause them to fight, maybe to divorce, maybe to get physical and then you could step in and take them down."
Teresa's eyes glowed with understanding as I continued: "I understand why you did it, and it was just sheer bad luck and pure coincidence that she was murdered later that day. You've been worried that giving him those pics is what caused her to be murdered, but of course that wasn't the case. As for what you did, I've figured it was you from the time we found the pics, and I've said nothing for a reason. I'm trying hard to forget the whole thing, I hope you will also, and while I understand and respect you for submitting yourself for disciplinary action, I do not want to be placed in a position of needing to take that action."
I looked around, then said "That's why I brought you out here: Internal Affairs was listening in and would've heard you if I had let you say anything more. I don't want I.A. knowing about this matter. I worked my ass off getting you back into my Police Force, I want you continuing to lead the Vice Squad, and that's that. Am I making myself abundantly clear, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir." Teresa said. "Thank you, sir. I'm sorry I let you down. It won't happen again."
"Unless you take up a career as a porn photographer, of course." I said, grinning. "You didn't let me down. You made a mistake, and we'll move forward from it. Now if anyone asks, I brought you out here to see the Jefferson Jackson crime spot and to talk about the finer points of the lessons learned from that case. Okay... let's go home and solve some crimes."
As we walked back to the car, Teresa noticed my slight limp. "I observe and deduce that Cindy beat the shit out of you this morning." she said. "Does she feel better now?"
"I hope so." I said. "But having a sister like you that she totally trusts makes a lot of difference..." Teresa just nodded in vigorous agreement.
*Part 21 - Epilogue*
"Dr. Fredricson, Mrs. Myrtle James and two others are here to see you." said Gayle Roberts into the intercom, at the same time that Teresa and I were examining the Jackson crime scene.
"Show them right in." said Laura Fredricson. As the door opened, she stood up to greet the University Regent/Trustee and the other two ladies: Barbara Langram, treasurer of the Hot Wives Investment Club; and Investment Club Senior Board Member Helena French.
After having the ladies sit on the sofas facing each other, and sitting with them, Mrs. Myrtle L. James got to the point: "Dr. Fredricson, we are pleased to offer you the next membership in the County Ladies Investment Club."
Of course Laura accepted, and she immediately arranged for a cashier's check for $25,000 to be made out to the Investment Club for her pro-rated membership. After the ladies left, Laura called me to tell me the good news.
After taking Laura to lunch, I thought about a conversation I'd had with Jeanine Olivet Burke. "I'm the only person in the world who knows the exact order of the wait-list," Jeanine had said, "and if I re-arranged it slightly, who else is ever going to know?"
"I take back every bad thing I've ever said about lawyers." I replied to my niece-in-law...
At 11:00am on the morning of Friday, November 7th, I was in the FBI conference room in the Federal Building off Courthouse Square. With me were Lt. Cindy Ross and Chief Griswold, as well as Jack Muscone, Sandra Speer, Eduardo Escobar and Lindy Linares.
"So you think there's industrial espionage behind all this?" asked Jack Muscone.
"Yes." I said. "Blair and Trish Donolan were trying to get at Lightsource's research, Alicia Foster and Spence Foster were trying to infiltrate Dynacorp, as were others who were traitors for foreign powers. Corrigan's cell tried to kidnap Barry Oliver, now of BOW Enterprises, over the nanoetching process he's now patented. And now we have Donovan Donolan, whose company spending millions in chemical and drug research. Before that, we had Tom Burleson at Ward Harvester before the Black Widow waxed him, and his brother is at Crown Chemicals now, along with Sean Bailey. But this recent stuff is especially interesting. There's definitely a thread connecting them."
"And you think there's a single entity behind it?" asked Sandra Speer.
"Yes." I said. "And that entity had the brains to put together a really interesting and brilliant scheme to murder Trish Donolan, though in my opinion it was a bit overdone. Ditto that for the Diane Lang case: elegant, but needlessly dramatic and complicated."
"And it would've been successful if not for you seeing small things like a large handbag, velcro on a wedding dress and a guy talking about his victim in the past tense, and a prostitute's disappearance at the same time Alicia Foster tries to buy a gun with a bad credit card." said Jack Muscone, shaking his head. "Salem is calling, they want you for trial."
"They'll have to wait." I said. "Too many people right around these parts want to light my fire, and in a bad way."
"So who is behind it all?" asked Eduardo.
"Oh, I suspect the person who sent me that lovely oil painting depicting the Fall of Troy." I said. "And who made the huge mistake of scaring my wife in her nursery behind her office."
"Wargrave." said Muscone. He then looked up at the ceiling. "Hmmm, lightning didn't strike me down mentioning his name."
Suddenly, someone burst into the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Muscone," said the young man, "but there's been an explosion at BigPharmaCorp! We have reports of fatalities at the scene!"
"See Jack, lightning DID strike." I said as my cell phone began going off. It was Tanya Perlman, informing me of the BigPharmaCorp explosion. She told me that several people were hurt and possibly dead. The Chief rode with me as we hustled over to BigPharmaCorp across the River.
"Three people dead, including the CEO." said the Fire Chief to myself and Police Chief Griswold as we stood 100 feet from the scene of the explosion. Two tanks full of propane gas had exploded just as CEO Donovan Donolan, his Media Relations officer, and a plant foreman had walked by. All three had been immediately killed by the blast, which I could tell was seemingly directed right at where they had been walking.
Two Town & County fire trucks and two EMS ambulances were on the scene, as well as three BigPharmaCorp fire trucks. The fire had been quickly contained, as it had not spread after the initial blast. "My arson team is looking into it." said the Fire Chief. "I suspect it was an intentionally set explosion."
I turned to the BigPharmaCorp security man who had escorted us to the scene. "Did Mr. Donolan normally walk down that path?" I asked.
"Yes, Commander." said the security man, his face ashen and looking like he wanted to get sick. "He often took that route to his second office, which is located inside Plant Number Two. He'd go to that office to get away from the office people in the front offices, so he could talk to the plant managers and find out from them what was really going on. He'd been doing that for years."
After watching the investigation and aftermath, including the removal of the bodies, the Chief and I walked back to my Police SUV.
"Whaddya think, Crowbar?" the Chief asked as he rode with me back to Headquarters.
"Donolan was murdered, wiped out." I said. "Whoever did it knew he'd be walking along that street, and rigged the explosion to kill him. Maybe someone was watching and triggered it, maybe it was done by some sophisticated remote control that recognized his cell phone signature."
I continued, thinking more to myself than addressing the Chief: "I don't know why, but he was silenced. Maybe he knew of his wife's espionage, maybe he was stealing secrets from his own company. Remember, sir, that the Feds in Washington, D.C. were interested in the case when I had him arrested. Something's up about this one."
"Think it's Wargrave, or someone else?" Griswold asked.
"I dunno." I said. "We've suspected there are still three assassins out there from the Corrigan Cell. Maybe they're behind it; they'd have the Special Forces training to do something like that. Whatever it is, Chief, they're not letting you retire quietly. They're going to usher you out in a blaze of glory. Things are definitely heating up, and I'm not talking about football season."
Little did I know that things were not only going to heat up... they were going to *catch fire*...
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And how couldn’t he, since it was the single best thing he had ever experienced in his life? The only reason Niz had stopped breathing in the gas before was a combination of apprehension at it being the first use, wanting to surprise his partner and just the tiniest smidgeon of fear for what his neighbors might think; now that the first two things were taken care of, the third wasn’t nearly big and powerful enough to intimidate him into taking even the slightest amount of precautions, resulting in the once-diminutive Niz happily huffing the growth agent until his body began to break through the walls, ceiling and even floor! There wouldn’t be a lot left of their apartment by the time they were done, but that hardly mattered considering that they wouldn’t need an apartment by the time they were done; thoughts of practicality or home ownership weren’t the first ones to make themselves known when the mental image of himself as a giant was all the Kig Yar really needed to keep going.
So… he kept going. He kept taking long, deep, greedy breaths from the gas canister, even as the air became thick with dust and rubble, even as the foot that had breached through the front door of his home did the same for his neighbor on the other side of the hallway, even when his bent knee punched a hole through the ceiling and toppled the large sofa that the tenant above him kept in the middle of their living room. He kept breathing long after he should’ve stopped, and only really put an end to it when he couldn’t hold it back any longer; he had to moan. It was a necessity, a visceral desire that made him feel increasingly restless for every second he spent not doing it; he had to tell the world, had to let everyone know how unbelievably good it felt to grow into a titan, even if one made mostly out of compressed air.
So he did. He opened his mouth, let the nozzle drop from it, and let loose a sonic blast so powerful that the windows in the couple’s apartment shattered into tiny shards of glass, along with those on the rest of that side of the building once his vocalizations were free to criss-cross through the air outside. He moaned loudly enough that Za’Vark went temporarily deaf just from the impact, his ears ringing as the sounds became muffled; loudly enough that every single person in the apartment block, and everyone in the blocks next to theirs, had their eyes open wide if they weren’t already. This was the mating call of some unfathomably massive creature looking for someone to mate with, and it wouldn’t be more than five minutes before the first emergency sirens reared into action, informing all those who heard them that they were supposed to be out of earshot the day before.
As the evacuation efforts began in earnest, so too did the two lover’s intimacy reach new levels, especially once the Sangheili noticed the macro gas canister was right there on the ground next to him. Not a lot of things that could be done with it that didn’t involve completely relinquishing control of oneself to the glory of growing, and Za’Vark wasn’t about to rack his brains trying to find an alternative; after all, with Niz already well on their way to outgrowing the building they were in, inflating his own body was nothing if not a precautionary measure, what with him having to protect himself from the rest of the structure once it inevitably came down on them… or so Za’Vark chose to see it. There were absolutely no thoughts in mind regarding the excessiveness of it all, or the rampant self-indulgence that was about to lead them straight towards a strike team armed with tranquilizers, absolutely not; just personal safety and zero arousal whatsoever. This was precisely why he didn’t moan as loudly as he could once he tasted the gas himself, breathing it in through deep mouthfuls that bulged his throat out, almost like he was actually drinking something; he merely moaned powerfully enough that Niz knew what was going on, lest the Kig Yar try to steal the macro gas away.
The effects were anything but subdued though; as much as the Sangheili might’ve tried to pretend to convince himself he was just doing it for the sake of keeping himself safe, it was hard to deny how fantastic the growth itself felt, especially since it was his first time and he had very little frame of reference beyond his swollen arm. It was utterly indescribable, beyond perhaps the realization that it was, indeed, exactly like he always expected to be… this despite the obvious impossibility of reality living up to fantasy; everything, from the sense of pressure, to the shift in perspective that came with his body burgeoning outwards, even the “looming fantasies”, as he liked to call them, they were all there, and they all helped him along whenever the slightest hesitation dared to show itself, giving him the power and determination to either ignore his doubts or outright stamp them down, plowing through regardless of how dangerous it was to himself, to Niz, to everyone around the two.
Luckily for the couple, their apartment building was empty by the time they grew too big for it. Despite the large air content of their new bodies, it was still mass that was being added to them, to say nothing of the sheer size of their forms after a short while. Ten minutes was all it took in between Niz kickstarting their final ascension and the floor giving up the ghost, causing them to plummet down towards the ground at the bottom of the building while taking everything in the way along with them. Surprisingly, it didn’t really hurt; presumably, their bodies were of such immense size and power already that even something like falling directly down through five stories barely registered anymore, which itself only served to further entice the two to explore their new selves, doubly so given that they had plenty of room now! Without having to worry about walls, doors or anything other than the large amounts of empty space they carved out for themselves, Niz and Za’Vark were free to roll around while trying to find the most comfortable position to start engaging in their most favorite of activities: rutting like animals in heat.
The building wouldn’t last much longer past that point. Oddly enough, neither of the two really knew how to proceed, even though they had played out size kink scenarios before; they always involved size difference to one degree or another, and while the two were a good five to ten feet apart with Niz on the lead, it hardly seemed to matter given the scale they were now operating at. They had just torn down a building with their reckless disregard for their own personal safety, so that sort of distance really only meant that Niz had to slightly lean forward in order to plant a smooch on his better half’s forehead… well, after they were done with something far more gratifying, that was.
With no real plan on where to go from there, it fell down to muscle memory to do what it did best; the couple surrendered themselves to their own bodies, focusing entirely on savouring the experience as best as they could while instincts took over and even more walls were torn down. They were surrounded by large, nigh-choking clouds of debris as the structure they were still inside of crumbled into a large pile of wreckage with each tumble they took, each roll they executed, until it began to implode from the sheer lack of structural integrity; while some of the outer walls yet remained, there wasn’t a lot that they could do when the insides had all been gutted, leading to the remaining apartments caving in from the very top all the way to the bottom, showering the two lovers in such a thick layer of detritus that the only reason they even survived at all was the reason it happened in the first place: the very same size that allowed them to stand up from the wreckage and put themselves on display for all to see.
It was anyone’s guess why or how they both had that idea at the same time, but it just felt right. Just as the building came down, so too must they come back up, both in order to play into their long gallery of giant-based kink play and to reaffirm to themselves that this, this thing they were experiencing, it was real. It was happening, right there at their fingertips and all around them, not just as an imagined scenario behind four walls in the privacy of their own bedroom. Now, the whole world would be able to see them for what they were: glorious, unstoppable behemoths who could flatten anything thrown at them with a single foot, even if they weren’t technically that big yet. Logic and concern for logistics hardly mattered though, not when they were taller than most of the structures around them and covered in the dust of the one they had just destroyed, not when they had one another to wrap their arms around and press into a kiss with, not when the light of the sun shone off their bodies in all of their splendour… and made them feel slightly odd, all things considered.
It was a twinge of something else amidst the ecstasy and rapturous glee that permeated every inch of their being, something familiar and yet distinct that evaded capture by their minds and resisted proper definition. Both the Sangheili and Kig Yar knew that it was important, but in their state, could hardly dedicate enough brainpower to figuring out why that was; even when the effects of it began to make themselves known, it took them a few minutes to figure out just what had happened.
Neither of them really gave much thought to the fact that they were technically filled with a kind of extremely expansive gas. Neither of them paid much heed to the fact that it was quite sunny outside, and pleasantly warm to boot. And neither of them were that well-versed in fluid dynamics or chemistry anyway, so even if the two sides of the plus sign were well and truly present in their minds, they’d probably not figure out what was supposed to go on the other side of the equation until it was too late to do anything. Heat plus gas equalled expansion of volume, and their bodies would be no different, causing the pressure the two of them felt within them to skyrocket the longer they were exposed to warm sunlight; of course, this only meant that they were left unable to think straight, or even gather the willpower needed to do something about it, leading to even more exposure, more warming, and suddenly the two lovers were struggling with extremely disproportionate growth again.
If their forms had stabilized beforehand, even after giving themselves extra doses on the outside, now they were back to being misshapen, even if just barely at the beginning; maybe a little more bulging to the biceps here, a tad more to the legs there, an extra to their package sprinkled into the mix, it was all minor stuff that eventually normalized if they just ignored it for long enough. But as the pressure continued to rise and the macro gas they consumed kept heating up, there was no denying that everything they had already experienced so far had been naught but an appetizer compared to what was to come… and yet, neither of the two could really bring themselves to care; if anything, this just made them more horny and willing to cross the line for the sake of indulging themselves, a line that Niz in particular was going to abuse for fun and profit as soon as he figured out where the canister had gone to.
It took some digging around in the rubble before he found it, and even then he couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t seriously damaged until he carefully extracted it from amid the literal tons of debris it was buried under. Carefully keeping Za’Vark at bay with one foot as the Sangheili tried to resume their ministrations, the Kig Yar instead brought his full attention onto the tiny little metal cylinder that, by that point, he could barely even pick up with the tip of his fingers; it was so unbelievably tiny, and yet so powerful at the same time, so inconsequential, yet so magnificent in the promises it made. He knew, at that point, just what he had to do, and while he still gulped and fretted about it, certain that it would end up potentially doing more harm than good, there was no turning back: he had to take the rest of the gas.
Of course, he wasn’t about to do it the same way he had before, given that the hose… probably didn’t fit in his mouth anymore. No, better that he just throw the whole damned canister into the air and then catch it with his tongue like it was some sort of sweet treat, before crunching down on it with a single tooth and releasing a surprisingly large amount of gas that was still pressurized inside of it; it was enough to get his cheeks to bulge out and some of it to escape through his nostrils somehow, but in the end, he managed to keep his mouth shut and gulped it down, triggering what he believed would be his greatest growth burst yet… and would, indeed, be the greatest spurt he had ever experienced.
What Niz failed to notice was that the gas filled up his mouth as it was at the time: enormous and attached to a head that topped out a body that was very close to eighty or so feet in height. It wasn’t the same trickle that it had been before, when he was still stuck inside of his room, nor was it a mouthful for when he was still so tiny that he fit inside apartments; rather, it was a dose of growth agent so enormous that even his brand new, colossal frame had trouble swallowing it down, and as soon as that realization hit him, far too late for him to actually do anything about it, was when the Kig Yar frantically tried to share some of it with his partner, as the realization of it slammed right into him like a high-speed cannon: he had just robbed Za’Vark of the opportunity to feel the same growth as him because of his own greed.
Niz figured it’d be best not to try and apologize, but instead attempt to make amends as soon and as quickly as he could, for nothing else would be acceptable. So taken by his desire to grow, the now-larger of the two hadn’t even stopped to think about whether or not he was stealing from his better half’s experience of their own ascension, being too worried about his own to really consider it. Now that he felt the final growth spurt welling up inside of him, the gas suffusing every inch of his lungs and ready to be dispersed throughout his body, he knew what a colossal mistake that had been, just as big as he was about to become in fact; the only thing he could do to make it up to the Sangheili, even if they themselves didn’t know what had happened, was to turn around, wrap his arms around them, and lock the two into a deep enough kiss that their mouths formed a seal. Only then could Za’Vark share in the bounty… or, at least, that’s what Niz hoped would happen.
The heavens were feeling merciful to them that day, and indeed the second chance that the titanic Kig Yar was hoping for was given to him after he atoned for his sin; Za’Vark’s reaction to the kiss might have initially been the same as ever, with their eyes going half-lidded and their grip on Niz’s back tightening as the two grew closer to one another, but as soon as they tasted the sweet aroma of the macro gas wafting from the Kig Yar’s breath, they too would go wide-eyed and begin to excitedly moan at the prospect of being given another, presumably final upgrade in size. It was all that the two could ever want: themselves, wrapped up and unwilling to let go of one another, sharing a single intimate moment that would let them burgeon outwards and consume more and more of their surroundings the longer it was allowed to last, as their bodies’ store of the growth agent was shared between the two and enhanced the already insane amounts of inflation they were experiencing. Not only did their former apartment block get destroyed thanks to this brand new growthsplosion, but those around it as well, with claw and tail and leg and chest alike barreling through solid concrete and rebar, destroying whatever happened to be in its way as the two lovers grew to unmatched heights, bigger than the biggest of hypers, more powerful than the most magnificent of macros… or so they assumed, at the very least.
The truth of the matter was somewhere far below where the two placed themselves in the great chain, but that didn’t make them any less of a threat to their surroundings; if anything, it was precisely their overinflated sense of might and self-importance that made them so dangerous to everyone and everything around them, seeing as it wasn’t likely that they’d hold back on showing the world just how “perfect” they were or how “glorious” their bodies happened to be. This was a lesson that the few folks who hadn’t evacuated yet learned the hard way when the growth spurt they believed would just “end on its own”, or whatever random reason they came up with to justify not getting up from their chairs, ended up destroying the very building they refused to vacate, leaving them scrambling to try and find the nearest exit even as it was being filled up and occupied by the two lovers’ burgeoning, bloating bodies.
Neither Niz nor Za’Vark were really aware of this, of course; their existence was one of pure pleasure, one where they needn’t worry about the concerns of petty mortals, especially after they reached a point where their frames were so immense that they loomed over every structure near them. It didn’t occur to them that they were literally full of hot air, and were thus about as sturdy as a balloon with an extra-thick layer of rubber, but that hardly even mattered when they could still stamp down on a car and reduce it to a thin, metallic disk without even bothering to look in its general direction; in fact, so deep were their delusions of grandeur that they failed to notice when the light of the sun finally began to work its magic on them and caused them to grow to even larger sizes!
They really should have though; seeing as their bodies were so thoroughly filled with the macro gas, the sudden increase in pressure that made them feel like they were ready to pop should have alerted them to the fact that something was deathly wrong and they should do something about it. Instead, both the Kig Yar and the Sangheili instead decided that the best thing they could be doing was try to get on their feet, something that was made remarkably more difficult than it should be by virtue of neither of them wanting to let go of the other if they could avoid it; a romantic sentiment, perhaps even enviable, if not for the simple fact that it also caused them to trip over and flatten several housing complexes and multiple vehicles, to say nothing of the amount of damage being wrought on the pavement, large sections of which had already collapsed to expose the piping underneath it. Thick spouts of water flooded the area around the couple’s ascension site, serving only to egg them on further as their forms were given a nice wash, a good clean, and a resplendent new sheen as the water droplets clung to their stretched skin.
If they were both told that this was a shared dream they were having based entirely on their mutual kinks, they would probably be ready to accept that it was, but wouldn’t really do anything else; if it was a dream, it was one they wanted to prolong as much as they could, keeping it going until they could explore every single lewd thought that they ever shared with one another in vivid, lurid and surprisingly tactile detail. It was simply too good to be true, is all; with this being the sort of scenario they played out so often in the privacy of their former home, how they could ever accept the fact that it was real, and not just some collective hallucination brought on by the gas they huffed down? For all they knew, it was an intoxicant, and they’d been tripping for the past couple of days.
Then again, even if that was the case, why stop there? Why not try and fail to stand up multiple times, too worried about maintaining physical contact and rubbing their bodies against one another to really do anything else at all? Why not carry on destroying everything they touched as they rolled over their local city block, prompting further evacuations and the intervention of emergency services? It only served as a reminder of how massive they were, of how imposing and dominating their bodies happened to be, and how much they still had to gain now that the sun’s warmth was finally giving them what they truly wanted… and what they truly deserved. After all, the gas within their bodies had yet to heat up properly, so clearly what they had now was just a fraction of what they could truly be; therefore, the best possible course of action was to try their best at disentangling themselves from one another in order to bask in the glare, to absorb as much of the sun’s rays as they could, feeling as the air filling them began to expand in every direction as its constituent molecules were agitated further and further.
Groaning and creaking filled their ears, as if two enormous balloons were being stretched to capacity and beyond over and over again, always so close to their limit yet never quite reaching or crossing it; it made for a wonderfully transcendent experience, at the very least, especially once the two of them started to feel the back of their heads digging into the ground or their heels carving out whole trenches in the street and out of whatever building happened to be in their way. If anyone were to ask them what they felt at that point in time, they’d only be able to reply with a long, drawnut moan and mindless begging for more, even as their forms continued to burgeon outwards, putting them in serious risk of injury if they happened to hit something that wouldn’t budge. | null | [] |
Journey to Another World 3 Ch. 20 (Authors note: I'm glad that you reader/s have enjoyed the story this far. Chapter 50 is something quite special to me, because I never thought that this story would be taken so far. It's all thanks to you reader/s, for sticking with this this far and helping to keep my interests in this story going. And just for that I'm making this one quite long, so enjoy and thanks again.)
You never know how much you'll miss something until it's taken away from you. The same thing goes for someone that you deeply care about. And by the way that these girls were constantly sticking by my side, (As well as in the bathroom, though I'd told them I'd be fine) I knew that they loved me deeply.
After the initial shock from the doctor telling me/us that we were in Hearthome city, that I'd been unconscious for nearly a week, the girls had nearly cried themselves to dehydration from how worried they were about me, I finally started to recover.
For the next three days they had me on bed-rest. Finally I couldn't put up with sitting on my rump any longer and practically fought my way out of the place. (Of course I had my cloths on at the time. Rather than the awkward back open gown that they seem to favor so much. P ) The final thing that allowed the doctors to let me leave was the girls promising up and down that they wouldn't allow me to get out of their sight, not even for a moment. So putting on a simple pair of blue pants, white shirt, socks of course, my new pair of hiking boots, we all left the hospital room and the Pokemon center.
Once outside I stood up on the top of my toes, spread out my arms as far as they would go, and took in a deep breath of the dirty/un-alcohol cleaned air. "I'd almost forgotten what fresh air smells like."
"Are you sure you should be up and about Donovin? You know you can rest a little longer if you would like." Jenavee said to me as I took my first steps outside the center.
"Jenavee is right Donovin. I would...I mean, we would feel much better if you would at least stay in bed for at least another day." Rena said as well.
I took a long sigh and dropped my head. A brief memory popped into my head as to when I was still in bed. It was one thing to help me to eat, entirely something else to have three girls argue over who was going to give me a sponge bath. Now don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the attention for the first few days, but when each day you have three girls fawning over you, enough was enough. 'I just wish that these girls would allow me the chance to breath.'
I slowly turned and all three girls gave me the look of 'Don't...even...say...it.' And yet again, a mighty swordsman falls to his knees at the mere look of an angry women. In my case, three angry women. So with that Rena took up my right arm and Jenavee my left, while Kit took it upon herself to growl at anyone that even came close. Even when I had the slightest notion of telling them that I could walk on my own, I got that look. 'I'm going to have a long talk with these girls once were back at the center tonight.'
"So where did you want to go in the first place Donovin?" Jenavee asked me.
"That is right. You never did tell us where you wanted to go. You seemed quite insistent to get out of the center this morning."
"Can you girls blame me?" I stopped walking and looked at all three of them. "It's not like I don't enjoy being taken care of by three beautiful girls. It's just that..." All three of them looked up at me with twinkles in their eyes. 'Sheesh. If they keep up that look, I'll never be able to get in a word edgewise.' "I just needed to get out and get some fresh air. If I stay cooped up in that room, I'll never get my strength back. Much less get the things that we need to get taken care of done while were here?"
All three girls looked at each other. "Don't tell me you girls forgot the whole reason why we came here." Jenavee and Kit looked at each other with dumbfounded looks while Rena just put her fist to her head, stuck her tongue out, and closed one eye.
"Well I do not know about the others, but I did not forget." Rena said.
I took a step back and placed my hands on my hips and looked directly at her while I leaned towards her. "Oh really Rena. You mind sharing with the other girls why we came all this way then." I gave her a knowing smirk and tilted my head to the side. "Hmmm?"
With that she placed her hand behind her head and laughed. "Hay now, that is not fair." She said.
"Well come on Rena. Both Kit and I are waiting. Miss smarty pants. Tell us all why we are all here." Rena started to show this bit of a panicked look on her face. She'd been busted and she knew it.
She walked away, turned her back on us, and crossed her arms. "Alright already. I do not know. It is not like either of you two know." She looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Jenavee and Kit.
I just simply smirked and stood upright, which caused several pops to be heard from my back. "That's what I get for lying down for so long. Ouch." I twisted around for a minute and the sound of several other pops were heard as well. Once I was done stretching I looked at the girls to see that they all had worried looks on their faces. "Now wait a minute." I threw up my arms to defend myself against some concerned patting and checking to see if I was alright. "I was just stretching. No need to be worried." With that, all three girls smiled and went back to their original position around me.
"So tell us already. Where are we going today?" Jenavee asked first with innocence, then quickly grew stern. "It had better not be to far form the center. Otherwise we will just have to drag you back there and do it ourselves."
"It's not that far. Or I think it's not that far." I looked around. "I just want to find out where we can make those Poffins is all. And if we have some time..." 'Or these girls allow me some time.' "I'd like to find out how to make them as well."
"Oh that is right. We were heading here to make Poffins." Jenavee said as her eyes went wide in realization.
"To make our other sister, Feebas, evolve." Rena scratched at her muzzle. "But evolve into what?" She asked as she looked up at me.
"To evolve Feebas into a Milotic silly. That way...wait a minute. Did you just say that Feebas was...your other sister?" I looked at Rena, but she was looking away at something or probably sniffing at something.
"I am surprised that you did not know." I looked over at Jenavee. "Both Rena and I knew that Feebas was a girl ever since the first day that we met." She tilted her head to the side. "I thought you knew. As a matter of a fact, I though all trainers knew the gender of their Pokemon once they caught them."
"Well, unfortunately some trainers have gone their whole carriers as a trainer, thinking that all Pokemon are the same sex. And that the eggs that they lay are a the only way that they find out." All three girls turned and looked at me. "Wait a minute. It's not like I didn't know. I new the first time that I saw the three of you that you all were beautiful angels." 'Damn that was close. I nearly dug myself my own grave with that.'
All three girls pressed together and looked deeply into my eyes. "Really." They said in complete unison, as well as drawing out the word.
'Shit another trap. Got to think, got to think.' "Now wait a minute. Aren't we supposed to be looking for that Poffin place. If were going to evolve Feebas to come anywhere near you threes level of beauty, then were going to need to find that Poffin place and make some of those Poffins to evolve her into a Milotic." So I pointed off towards a random building. "Now off to the Poffin making place." I said as I walked past the girls.
"That is right. We need to stop wasting time and find that Poffin p..." Jenavee shook her head. "Wait a minute. Donovin, you still have not answered my question." She looked around. "Hold on. Where did he go." She raised up her hand and clenched it into a fist. "Darn it Donovin. If you think for even a second that you can escape that easily. You are sourly mistaken. Come on girls, it is time for a chase." All three girls nodded and split up to search for their evasive master.
(A quick chase and an hour later.)
I quickly opened up a door and ducked inside, then quickly shut the door and leaned against it. "Damn that was close." I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "It's like one of those question that you know that either way you answer, you've dug your own grave. Though this time I'd be dead, decapitated, and then buried. Then all three girls would be laughing over my grave." I slid down the door and took a deep relieved sigh. "I'll just wait in here for a minute and let those three calm down a bit before I go outside again."
"Um sir?" I turned and saw a girl standing over me. "Um is there anything I can help you with?"
I closed my eyes, smiled, and rubbed the back of my head. "Sorry about this. But would it be alright if I just stay in here for a minute. I've got some..." 'Very pissed of girls outside looking for me.' "People who I'd rather not face off against right now, after me." I pleaded both my palms together and pleaded. "So please let me stay in here for a minute."
"Well that's no problem sir. But I must ask you to at least step away from the door, as we might have customers that would like to enter."
'Wait a minute. Customers?' "Customers?"
"Well certainly sir. After all, this is where people go to make Poffins for their Pokemon." I slowly opened my eyes again and was amazed by what I saw. It was like the home-ec class back in high school. (Or in other words, a giant kitchen) "If you'd like I could show you how to make some Poffins while you...um...avoid those people." I instantly jumped to my feet and grabbed both her hands.
"That'd be great." I looked at the girl for the first real time. The girl was of course dressed in a cooks apron that was well pushed out by her chests (You perv. Get your mind out of the gutter. P ), a long skirt that went over her feet, a blue long sleeved shirt, and brown eyes that matched her hair which reached down to the middle of her lower back. "So, where do we start."
About another hour later, I was a master at making Poffins that were decent in size and a little soft on the inside while the outside was nice and crunchy (Getting hungry for some cookies yet?). Or at least, pretty good at it. "Oh my, and who might those three Pokemon belong to?" I heard the girl who went by the name Loren say.
'So this is where you have been hiding. Probably just flirting with that girl in there. Oh you are so going to get it once you come out of there.'
'I'll see you soon Aunt Gertrude.' Dum Dum De Dum. Dum De Dum De Dum De Dum. (Funeral music) I thought as I looked towards heaven.
"Donovin watch it. Your going to burn your Poffins again." Loren scolded me again.
"What." I looked down and could see that there was small darker puffs of smoke rising from the pot. "Damn." I quickly started mixing the mixture again. "Shoot, that was close. Sorry about that Loren. Guess I kind of got distracted there for a minute." 'Damn. I new that they would eventually find me, but right in front of when I'm about to finish up the Poffins that we needed. And I nearly burnt the Poffins.'
'Wait a minute Jenavee. I think he just said that he is making Poffins in there. Alright Donovin you had better explain who that girl is in five seconds or...'
I knew that if I looked behind me right then that I'd no doubt see her make the decapitation move with her paw. 'Alright, alright. The girl that you see helping me is Loren. She's the one that is teaching me how to make Poffins. And not just Poffins for Feebas, ones for all three of you as well.'
'All three of us?' Rena asked in a shocked tone.
'That's right.' I took a sigh. 'Poffins to make fur more shinny, Poffins to make skin more smooth, and even Poffins to make...Well just about everything better.' "Say Loren. I need to pop this batch into the oven really quick. Is there any open right now?" I asked, not taking my attention off the mixture.
"Ya, oven number five is open and preheated. Go ahead."
"Thanks." I took the mixture and poured it onto a greased cookie sheet and spread them into several clumps, then threw the whole thing into the oven to bake. Just then I heard the sound of the doors bell chime and knew that the girls had just entered.
"Oh my. And who's Pokemon are these?"
I looked over my shoulder and could see that, sure enough, it was all three of my girls. "Actually." I removed my oven mitts. "All three of these Pokemon are my lovely girls." I placed my mittens on the counter and shut off the gas stove. "We have Jenavee the Gardevoir."
"Nice to meet you." She said as I saw her do a little curtsy while lifting up her gown a little. (Ya you find a word for those things that a Gardevoir has that go over it's legs)
"Rena the Lucario."
"Also a pleasure, miss Loren." She placed a paw over her chest and nodded.
"Oh please. Just call me Loren." She said with a blush.
"Last but certainly not least, Kit. The Ninetails."
She said something between and aw and an oh, then practically tackled Kit to the floor while hugging her. "I absolutely love Ninetails. There snowy white fur, those long tipped tails, of there the most beautiful of all the Pokemon out there." But she didn't hug her long as she held her out and took a long look at her. "Wait a minute. This is a shiny Ninetails. Oh I love shiny Ninetails so much more!"
I knew the question that was about to come. "No you can't have her, Loren."
"Why not. There the most beautiful Pokemon out there. I promise that I'll take really good care of her."
To which I couldn't help but laugh. "You almost sound like a little kid asking his parent to keep a pet they found. And the answer is still no." I turned back to the oven and switched on the light. "Now all I have to do is wait for the right time and then remove these Poffins and set them out to cool." I looked back over my shoulder and could see that she was rubbing her cheek against Kit's cheek. The look that Kit was giving me was almost pleading for help, to which I couldn't help but chuckle. "Careful Loren. If you keep doing that, you might just end up with an extra burner around here."
She quickly let go of Kit and stood up. "I'm sorry Kit. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She walked over to me. "She's very beautiful Donovin." Then whispered. "Though I would recommend that you take her out and get that fur of hers brushed out. It's looking a little...neglected, if you know what I mean."
I looked over, but couldn't really see what she was talking about. 'Well she did just get a up close and personal feel with her. I guess she would know about that. Come to think of it, I don't remember the last time I spoiled any of my girls.' I smiled to myself, making sure that this private thought was actually heard. 'That's right. Since were in the town where there are Pokemon contests, and I just won a lot of things from those kids a while back. I think I'll spoil all three girls tonight.'
I heard gasps from all three girls at once behind me. 'Thought they'd pick up on that one. Still, I have to wonder if Kit can hear my thoughts as well?' I looked into the oven again. 'Have to think about that some other time. Got to concentrate on these little guys.'
About an hour later, all four of us walked out with the fresh baked smell of Poffins coming out of a large paper bag that I was carrying. "Don't forget to come on back if you need to make some more Poffins." I turned and saw Loren standing out side the building, smiling while she waving her hand in the air.
"Thanks Loren." I raised up the bag. "I'm sure..."
"Of course we will Loren." Rena said as she popped another hot Poffin into her mouth, then licked at her lips.
"If you keep that up Rena. We will probably see her tomorrow for more of them." Jenavee scolded her.
"I can not help it. Our master is a great cook. Who knew?"
Jenavee walked up to me, I lowered the bag, she took one, and then took a small nibble of the Poffin. Only to practically stuff the remainder of the Poffin into her mouth. "It almost makes up for the time when he forgot to cook us that spaghetti a while back."
"Wait a minute. You remember that?" She only nodded. I closed my eyes and sighed. Just then I heard a whimper. I didn't even get the chance to look down as Kit raised herself up, placed her forepaws on my shoulders and snatched a Poffin right out of the bag. Only to gobble it down while still up against me. "Darn it Kit. Get down before you...make...me...Wow." Bang. "Fall." I said as I landed right on my ass. (Author: Now let me tell you. That's one of the reasons why being tall sucks. It's a long way down) "And yet once again the old saying, 'The larger they are, the harder they fall', is proven once again. Ouch." To which all three girls began to laugh.
So in order to finish off this perfect day for the girls, we headed back to the Poke-Mart to sell off the supplies I'd pilfered from those two campers (Though all three girls decided that they would wait outside the Poke-Mart, and guard the Poffins that they thought was still in the brown bag), I'd actually placed all the Poffins into my pack and went into to the PokeMart, sold off nearly all the supplies from the campers, purchased many different beauty supplies, and then finally went back to the center with the girls. I could almost swear that the whole time that I placed the Poffins into my pack that they were constantly staring at it. It almost made me afraid that they copy Kit's move, (knocking me down to get at them) and then tear through the pack to start stuffing themselves. 'If they do that. I wont have any to use to evolve Feebas.'
So to avoid their hungry eyes and stomachs, I quickly started picking up my pace. Only to have them match me pace for pace, no matter how fast I walked/jogged/ or ran. I didn't stop running until I reached the Pokemon center. Nearly gasping for breath, 'Where's the speed boost when you need it. Damn these girls can run'. I said to myself as all three girls were clinging onto me. Either trying to get into my pack, or see what I'd purchased at the center by trying to look into the bag that I was carrying.
"Alright you three. OFF!" Fortunately there must have been some sense left in them as they finally let me go. "Look." I said as I turned around and faced them all. "I know that you all want to get pampered silly, but your going to have to wait until we get up to our room. Not to mention, I baked these Poffins for everyone, not just you three. And if you eat them all, I'll have to go out and make some more for Feebas. Furthermore if we don't give Feebas some of these, she's never going to be able to evolve and help us along on our journey."
All three of them lowered their heads and said, "Alright. Sorry Donovin".
I couldn't help but smirk as I looked at all three of them. It was almost like I'd caught them with all three of their hands in the cookie or should I say Poffin jar. I let out a long sigh, "It's alright girls. Now I know that I was in the hospital for a few days, so I need one of you to get a key from Nurse Joy for a regular room." Jenavee was quick to pick up that job. With that all three of us headed up the stairs to our room. "Next I would greatly appreciate it if someone were to get the door, since I've got my hands full." To which Jenavee gave the key to Rena and she opened to the door, which was a little bit of a chore since she didn't have opposable thumbs. Then we all went into the dark room. "And finally..." But I didn't need to say anything as Kit bounded around the room and pulled on the small chains of the lamps, turning them all on with her tails.
'Dang. These girls can't wait to be pampered.' I said to myself as I looked over my shoulder and saw that they all were sitting on the bed, watching my every move with either intent eyes or wagging tails. Setting my pack down on the bed I set the bag down on the table and start sorting through it. 'I've got several different types of shampoos and such, three different brushes for different times of their pampering, and finally those Poffins.' I looked over my shoulder and was thankful that I had enough foresight to wrap the ones that were for Feebas in a small handkerchief at the bottom of the pack.
'Now I know the answer to the next question.' "Who wants to be the first to get spoiled rotten?" Both Rena and Jenavee quickly jumped up and responded with a 'me first', but it was Kit who got my attention as she quickly tackled me to the floor again. Of course it hurt when my ass his the floor but I couldn't help but laugh while she gave me cheeks a full on tongue bath. "A...Alright Kit. Enough with the tongue. That thing tickles." Finally she let me up and I rubbed her cheek, "Well I guess that makes you first Kit". But when I looked past her to make sure that both Rena and Jenavee had their cheeks puffed out, arms crossed, and were back to back on either side of the bed. Obviously not to happy about not being first to be spoiled.
I couldn't help but laugh embarrassingly at that. So I got up, grabbed a bottle of Ninetails special shampoo, then walked us into the bathroom. I didn't notice but before I closed the door that Kit had given the other girls a raspberry.
Now let me tell you, trying to wash someone that has nine actual tails that can move independently of each other is quite a chore, as she would often use them to sneak around to either tickle me under my arms or give my rump a nice swat. She would give me a special hard swat whenever I would wash her underside or near her thighs, then would proceed to start giggling in her own Ninetails fashion.
Now things were starting to get a little heated as I would get into some of the more, shall we say, private areas. I don't know what it was but for some reason I was becoming increasingly bothered by something. I didn't realize what it was until there came a banging at the door. "Come on Donovin. There are other people out here that need to get in there and get cleaned up." Rena said through the door. That had snapped me out of the haze that I'd been in and realized that their was a very interesting scent in the room.
This one smelled like that of cinnamon and was coming from...Kit! Oh shit! I jumped up, lunged at the door, quickly opened up the door, and quickly ran out of the room while holding my nose. "Donovin what is wrong. Why did you run out of..."
"Jenavee. Can you not smell it. For crying out loud. No wonder he came out of there running. The rooms heavy with Kits smell." Rena said as she sniffed the air inside the bathroom.
"Wait what?" Jenavee walked to the door and took a long sniff. "You are right Rena. No wonder they were taking so long in there." She looked back at me to see that I had my head out the window. Trying my best to clear my head and nose of that intoxicating smell.
(Private conversation between Kit, Rena, and Jenavee)
'Do you think?'
'I do not need to think Jenavee. I know. If I did not knock on the door like I had, those two would probably be going at it right now.'
"Whine" (Translation: Did I do something wrong?)
'That is right Kit. You almost did something very wrong with our master. On top of that you almost broke the agreement that we all had.'
'Well it is not like she had any control over her body right now Jenavee.'
'Wait a minute Rena. You mean...'
'Yes. I am starting to feel the same way that I did back when first tried to leave that last town.'
"Whine." (Translation: I feel so uncomfortable.)
'You both can not be serious. I have not even gotten with him since the first time. There is no way that I am going to let you two have a go at him without me.'
'Wait a minute. Are you subjecting suggesting what I think your suggesting.'
'I will go along with it. As long as I am the first to bed him.'
(Meanwhile somewhere else in Sinnoh)
"I am sorry sir but when we sent our operatives to our outpost in Eternai City, we found it to be completely empty." A grunt says to an overly large monitor to a very upset face that is shrouded in darkness. The only thing that can be seen in the shadowy darkness of the face is that the head is propped up on interlaced fingers, while the obvious male face has on a set of dark glass that hide the malicious eyes of their leader.
"Explain!" The voice comes over the speakers of the monitor in an obvious pissed off tone.
"From what..." The operative takes a moment to finally swallow the overly large lump that has lodged itself in his throat. "From what we can gather sir, is that he was there again."
"And what of Juniper!? Why is it that you have to give me this report and not her!?" The face continues to rise in anger as blood vessels in the faces forehead start to show.
The grunt tries but fails at swallowing another lump in his throat. "I'm sorry sir, but she's..."
BAM. The grunt flinches as the sound of a fist is slammed on a table on the faces side of the screen. "Damn it not again. It's just like what happened with Mars at the Wind Works. What of the breeding center? Is that operation still running, or has he gotten his hands into that too?" The grunt nods his head. The face disappears from view for a moment, then returns later. Looking like much of the rage has passed in the face. "And where is he now. You'd had better not tell me you lost him."
Sweat quickly starts to show on the grunts face as he pulls a the collar of his silver and black outfit. "After he emerged from the Pokemon center here, he headed for cycle road..."
"AND!" The grunt pulls at his collar again but can't seem to find the words that will save his hide. "By your expression I take it that you DID loose sight of him." The grunt allows his head to fall, as he awaits for the obvious anger that is about to fall on him. Instead the only thing he hears is fingers drumming on a tabletop. "That must mean that there is a good chance that he's heading for Hearthome City, if he isn't already there."
The grunt raises his head and looks up at the monitor. The face is now rubbing it's chin. "Orders..." Gulp. 'Finally got that lump down.' "Orders Sir?"
The face stops rubbing it's chin, then rests it's hands on it's interlaced fingers again. "I want all grunts and officers to head down to Hearthome City. Use any means necessary to either stop or kill that overgrown giant."
The grunt slaps his arms to his sides and bows to the screen. "As you wish, master Cyrus." He stands upright again and throws out his right arm palm up. "For the creation of the perfect world." The face nods and the screen goes dark. 'How in the world are we supposed to go up against a giant that wield a damn sword?' He thinks.
In a building far off in the distance the lights slowly come on in an office like building. 'If those pathetic grunts can't stop that giant, then I'll have no choice but to send Saturn after him.' The man stands up and walks over to a set of blinds and pulls a cord. The dark blinds turn and allow the man to look out the evening light. The man looks up at the towering Mt. Cornet. 'If he defeats Saturn like he did with Mars and Jupiter then it'll be up to me to make our dream a reality.' In his eyes are reflected the mountain as he looks from the base to the clouds that hide the upper portion of the giant mountain.
(Author: Hay everyone, it's totall again. I just wanted to tell you that I've enjoyed writing this series for all you Pokemon fans, but I have some bad news. I don't know where I'm going next. I have been neglecting the other series for a while, as I'm sure you know, and I would like to know what I should do about that. If you readers want me to continue to focus on this series, drop me a line and tell me to keep it going. Otherwise, tell me to focus on the others. If you fans want me to continue with this series then I'll just take a little brake and make sure that I don't hit one of those really bad writers blocks, that seem to plague most writers at some point or another. So drop me a line or a comment, and please rate me. Thanks again for the support and comments. Laters) | Journey to another world ch50 by Tootall | [
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Isotope belongs to his player. Segremores is me.
Change for the Better
by Segremores Moon, a commission for Amotose
My eyes wandered over the bed, taking in the unfamiliar sight of the plain blue sheets, which matched the darker blue carpeting to a degree. The bedroom I was in was unfamiliar for the most part. I didn't belong here, and had it not been for the invitation of the little dragon laying next to me, just as nude as I was, I wouldn't have been there at all that night.
The shorter dragon was laying there, little wings spread out along his part of the bed, his golden eyes staring upward at the plain-white ceiling, obviously thinking about something. This distraction gave me the opportunity to examine him a bit closer, as he'd been shy around me at first. His lithe body was composed of a dark scale color, even darker than my gray-and-tan complexion. Down his belly ran another color, a deep red which clashed with his black scales. His wing membranes matched mine in that the red color was there as well, though his ear fans were black. A crown of golden horns sprouted from his head, and turned into several spikes which I knew traveled down his spine, despite the fact that I couldn't see them now.
I chuckled softly, which made him look over at me, his eyes flicking to mine, then over my pierced earfans and probably over my own crown of black horns.
"What's so funny?" He asked in a nervous tone, starting to sit up slowly, which made me aware of his naked form all the more. His tail swished over the sheets a bit, and his package lay on the bed as he sat up, a nice set of balls and a dark sheath, which more than matched his stature. Isotope was not a child by any means, he was well into his adult years, but fate had dealt him the short card, and it showed. He was a small guy all around, and very cute because of it.
"Just you," I replied in my own soft-yet-warm voice, smiling a little. "I'm being patient, I know this is a big decision for you." Iso nodded a little at this, twiddling the white claws of his fingers against each other as he futzed about the reason that I was there in the first place. He tried to glance casually at my naked groin, at my prominent erection that had been a constant factor for the past ten minutes, which was how long ago he had asked me to do him a 'favor.'
I looked down at my maleness as well, the firm erection turgid over my belly, reaching a little past my navel, and being at least two and a half fingers wide. It was quite a beauty to be sure, and something that I had been known for, especially because of the pair of orbs swaying beneath it at all times. I gently cupped my balls for his benefit, smiling back over at him.
"Just imagine being able to feel that every day," I cooed seductively, sliding my paw up my shaft a little, then gently rolling the thick foreskin back along the pitch-black head of my member, causing me to rumble involuntarily. Isotope leaned closer, his nostrils flaring a little bit at my male scent.
"I... I think I'm ready now," he finally said, a little conviction in his voice. Initiative gleamed in his golden eyes as he looked up at me, then knelt next to my cock, leaning forward to give the tip a kiss, which made me sigh a little from the sensation.
I laid back on the bed, relaxing and stretching out a little, my cock stood straight at attention with my paw around its base. My other paw searched for the small cylinder of lubricant I had brought with me, lost in the big bed somewhere. Ah, there it was. I picked it up, popping the top and gently squirting a generous helping along my cock. The lube was warm, which caused me to twitch happily as it spread over my loins as I rubbed over it with my other paw, Iso's paws helping out a little as he gave my head another good kiss.
Sufficiently lubricated, I nodded softly to him, it was time. He hesitated for a moment, then stood up on shaky legs, clearly excited and nervous at doing this. Turning around, his tail lifted into the air, exposing his puckered hole and getting ready to sit on my shaft.
"Take it slowly, Isotope, it's a little big," I warned him. A nod in reply was all I got before his rump was resting against my tip, then suddenly taking it in. I groaned, he groaned even louder than I did with his higher-pitched voice. I could feel every tight movement of his ring slurping down my shaft. Incredibly, the little guy was taking it all in stride, sinking down my cock like a pro, even though the big thing filled him so full. I could feel every involuntary muscle twitch within him as he tried to fit the whole thing.
A few seconds later, he was sitting on my groin, my big cock all the way inside, and throbbing happily. He continued to pant softly and my paws gently rubbed over his back as he was faced away from me, the proper position for what was to come next.
"Alright, Iso, curl your legs around my balls and rest your feet against rump like I told you, keep your tail against my belly," I gently instructed him. His form moved slowly, gently resting the whole length of his tail straight along my belly, up to my sternum. I could feel him tucking his legs in against my balls, and moved softly so that his footpaws could rest against my ass. He was finally ready.
I held his hips, being sure that he didn't try to pull away from me for this first crucial part. It could be disastrous for both of us. My eyes closed in concentration, feeling my cock throb and flex inside his warm insides, throbbing harder each time, beating along with my firm heartbeat. Suddenly, as I expected it to, it throbbed hard enough that it felt like my heartbeat was escaping into his insides, which made him gasp along with me at the sensation.
We both felt it, my circulatory system mingling with his, hooking up to my groin flesh steadily, my heartbeat radiating into his little body with each pulse, converting his flesh steadily as his organs began to shut down. I rubbed over his back with a rumble.
"Feel it happening, Iso?" I smiled and cooed to him, he could only gasp, but nodded in reply. At this point, I could feel my scrotal flesh expanding, pushing out around his legs, covering over them slowly. He moved his legs a little in protest, but accepted his fate as they were completely covered over, his legs vanishing in the blob that my sac had become. I could feel his legs turning gradually into testicular flesh, converted and added to my already-sizeable balls, making me and him groan loudly as the bulging flesh became more smooth, more oblong, until two huge nuts were resting between my legs instead.
He looked down over my new testicles in amazement, reaching down with his paws and rubbing over the warm, smooth surface of that flesh, groaning a little to me.
"Oh god, it's really happening, isn't it?" He asked, his voice a little squeaky with excitement. I nodded to him, petting over his back as I noticed it changing from scales to dark, smooth flesh instead, starting from his rump and moving gradually upward, which caused him to shiver at the sensation of growing nerve endings there.
"Just relax, and enjoy, I'll take care of you, Iso," I rumbled to him. I took his paws in mine, guiding them to his sides as I noticed his hips about to change shape. He moved with me, letting me guide him, his paws sinking into his rump and disappearing. His ass narrowed into a thick base-like structure, looking much more natural protruding from my groin. His tail followed suit next, sinking gently into my front, leaving only a line of dark scales from my new cock-base all the way to my sternum, almost like a happy trail.
The final part of the transformation was underway at that point. I rumbled and rubbed over his form as thick veins appeared along his flesh. His body started to narrow slowly from his waist upward, arms all but disappearing completely now as his flesh was taken, transformed softly. His lungs were gone by this point, so the only noises were a few wheezing moans from him, then a cough as he spurted a bunch of clear, thick precum from his open maw.
I rubbed up and down his form as it began to become firm and fleshy, his bones completely disappearing, replaced by my powerful heartbeat. I groaned the whole time, loving the sensation of having such an enormous member, especially since I was making it out of a friend, his scales turning completely into dark flesh.
The transformation ended next to his head, flesh suddenly growing in a bunch behind his unchanged head, the new foreskin forming thickly. His horns receded softly into his skull, his head leaning back as he groaned, looking at me one last time before the foreskin rolled up and over his head completely.
I lay there, watching with a grin as the head plumped up within the foreskin, becoming smooth and shiny, and losing any former bulge of his facial features. When it was done, the flesh pulled back again, revealing a massive, dark head with a perfectly-formed cumslit at the tip, drooling precum.
Isotope was still there, still feeling everything, and I could feel him in my cock, as my cock. I stroked over him firmly with both paws, groaning loudly, leaning up to sit at the edge of the bed with my now massive genitals hanging over the edge. Isotope began to shrink, the former dragon turned cock becoming more reasonably-sized. I stroked over his veiny back as my flesh creaked a little, only becoming about a foot and a half long, and four fingers thick.
"Mmm, how is that, Iso? Everything you ever dreamed?" I asked my shaft, knowing that he couldn't hear me. I stroked over him with my paw, slowly masturbating, feeling his pleasured spirit inside my dark cock as I gave myself pleasure. I found myself on my feet with a gleam in my eye, heading toward his chest of drawers. My cock, Isotope, bobbed and waved like a big, drooling baseball bat the whole time, throbbing happily atop my huge balls, wanting to be emptied so bad.
Opening the top drawer of the dresser, I found what I was looking for. Isotope had a panty fetish, and arranged in neat little rows were all of this girly under-things. I smiled, gently guiding my cock into the drawer amongst all those lady's things, groaning at the sensations of soft or smooth fabrics touching my member, making it shudder and drool precum all over, soaking those panties through.
I was going to cum. Standing there by the open drawer, I aimed my massive tip into it, stroking myself frantically, my big paws rolling over my length, feeling every new inch, every swollen vein. I could feel my balls pulling up against my form, ready to release into that mess of panties. Finally, I was pushed over the edge, roaring out loudly as my loins released.
I looked down as my tip spasmed, then gushed a huge splatter of dragon spooge into the drawer, dousing a pair of panties with little strawberries on it first, then radiating out from there, soaking the drawer and the underwear through with my musky leavings. I could barely stand, it felt so good to release so much, making me have to rest one of my paws against the wall for support while the other continued to aim Iso into the drawer itself.
"Ohhhh... Isotope..." I groaned softly to my member, giving it a squeeze as my orgasm began to taper off, finally finishing with a few more drips of milky cum. I had to stand there for a good minute, catching my breath, licking my lips, giving my spent shaft a few good strokes to make sure that all of the spooge was drained from the length.
I managed to push myself away from the drawer with a sigh, closing it up again. No one would know unless they opened it anyway. The idea of what I was leaving behind made me chuckle as I searched for my clothing, picking up my extra-large jockstrap, the one I knew I'd need after this.
Isotope wouldn't cooperate at first, staying erect for a few minutes after the grand explosion in his own panty drawer, but I finally managed to tuck him away in my thong, my groin bulging in a particularly satisfying way. I stood in front of the mirror with a grin, rubbing over that bulge, feeling Iso respond a little with a throb before I threw my shirt and pants on over myself, taking my keys and my wallet before heading out Isotope's door.
It'd be a long while before anyone knew he was missing, and by then he'd become a permanent part of me, all traces of him disappearing aside from the feeling in my member. I walked home with a big grin on my face the whole way... | Change for the Better by Segremores | [
"Cock Growth",
"Dragon",
"Other/Herm",
"Spooge",
"Transformation"
] |
The week after Dave left, we fell into a routine; Madge busily cleaning the house, me outside doing the maintenance I had been ignoring. Using my tractor, I mowed the dry grass around the house, then switching to a blade filled in some holes in the drive way. After that I hooked on the trailer and hauled fire wood down from the trees behind the house. Madge meanwhile, went through every room in the house; cleaning, dusting, washing all the linens.When I would see her, she was all covered with dust. After a couple days she was running out of clothes, so she borrowed a t-shirt of mine, and I must admit it looked much better on her. Especially with her nipples poking through the cotton.
Dave left on Saturday, and by Wednesday night I realized Madge was washing the same clothes every other day. Considering the little we had brought up the hill, she didn't have much. Thursday morning I went out to the barn, pulled the dust cover off the '66 Mustang, checked all the fluids, made sure the tires were properly inflated, started her up, watched the gauges. She had been sitting a good seven months, but fired on the first try. After a minute she settled into a pleasant idle, as if waiting to go. I quietly pulled her up to the house just in time for lunch.
Madge had lunch on the table as I walked in, so I washed up and sat down. While we ate I coughed, then asked how she was doing for clothing.
"Oh, ok, I guess."
"Nonsense. I've noticed the same blouse every other day. How long would it take you to get ready for some shopping?"
With a happy squeal she shouted, "Really? Where will we go? I don't care, I can be ready in ten minutes."
And she was gone! (My sense of survival kicked in and I realized I had better eat now or forget it). I was still swallowing while she was standing at the door, tapping her foot. Slipping my wallet in my back pocket, I took my time ambling to her while she gave me a look that said 'Hurry up'. In less than ten minutes that woman had changed clothes, washed up, brushed her hair and applied make up. She was motivated.
We stepped onto the porch and when she saw the Mustang, she cooed , "Oooh, nice."
I held the passenger door open for her, and for my effort got a smile and, "Thank you sir".
As we drove she wanted to know where we were going, what could she get, why was I doing this, how much she could go, where did I get the car... I finally just called 'time'.
"Naomi spotted her sitting with a 'for sale' sign and just had to have her. I restored her, Naomi drove her everywhere. We'll cruise down to the South Hill Mall. They have good shops, and I'm sure we can find what you need. I'm doing this because you need clothes, and while it would be interesting watching you run around in next to nothing, that isn't why I offered you a place to stay. How much you get is open, we'll see what we find, but you'll probably want some shorts, tops, and how are you fixed for underware?"
Sigh,"You're right, I do need all of that and more. I didn't realize how little I had left until you brought it up."
"Ok, lets do this. We'll start at Sears for pants and tops, then go from there. I have to warn you though...I haven't been clothes shopping with a woman in years so I'm out of practice."
At the mall, I parked away from other cars as I've learned there are idiots out there that really don't care if they ding up someone else's car, but howl if a bird craps on theirs. We strolled into the mall, Madge holding my left arm lightly, but firmly. Our first stop was Sears, where she quickly picked out half a dozen tops, three or four shorts, several pants and some things in the underwear section, then led me to the changing rooms. There are no seats for men to wait on, so I was one of four men idling away, while their women tried things on. Women would come out, ask their husband's opinions, then disappear back into their cubicle.
Finally Madge appeared. And all the men perked up as she walked over to me. Now, she was just in tan jeans and a light top, but those guys couldn't take their eyes off her. One wife came out and had to nudge her husband.
"You know you have an audience, don't you?"
"Do you like this on me? Oh, I hadn't noticed them. What do you think, should we get this?"
"Turn around, slowly. Yes, it's perfect fit, and the top goes great with your hair and eyes."
"You just wanted to check out my butt, wait, you know my eye color?"
"From day one."
She gave a little spin and strolled back to the cubicles, looking over her shoulder at me. Then threw a little extra wiggle into her walk while looking me in the eye.
When she came back out she was dressed, with her selections over her arm, ready to check out. "Don't you need to try more on?"
"Nope. These will do. Can we go find some shoes, maybe a jacket next?"
We moved down the mall, first hitting a shoe store for some new training shoes, a pair of dressy boots, sandals, and a couple other shoes I can only call stylish. Then another shop where she found 'just the right jacket'. I have to say it looked perfect on her, snug around her waist, shapely over her breasts. Across from them was a lingerie shop, and she pulled me to the display in the window, "Can we go in? Just to look around? Please?"
Now I have to tell you, I hadn't been in one of these shops in many years, and it had been a form of agony back then. Well, I was breaking out in a cold sweat, stammering I'd wait in the mall. But Madge would have none of that, "Don't be silly, you'll be fine. We're just going to look anyway."
As we stepped in a clerk asked if she could be of help, then suddenly said, "Madge*?"
"Jeannie! When did you start here? How have you been? "
"Well, let's see, you and I were at Macy's for Christmas, we were let go after New Years, and I lost track of you. One day at Macy's I had a conversation with a lady I was helping. Mrs. Patrick. She was the owner of this shop, and wasn't happy with the girl she had in here. She asked me to stop in when I had a chance, and when the Christmas rush was over, I had a lot of time so I dropped in. The girl that was working here was slovenly and rude, and I knew why sales were way down. When Mrs. Patrick came out of the office, she took a look at me, then the other girl and asked me to step into the office. Girl, that had to be the fastest interview I've ever had. Within five minutes she asked me when I could start, and five minutes after that she had me signed up and the other girl fired."
"Wow, that worked well for you. Oh, by the way, This is my boss, Josh Murphy. He's helping me out some."
Madge filled her in about the last seven months, and where she had met me. Jeannie's brows went up when she heard I was buying clothes for Madge, "Well, if I had known there was such a knight out there, I might have tried my luck."
"Easy girl, this knight is taken."
With that, they broke into gleeful laughter and strolled further into the shop. I just tagged along, looking at the two of them. What a contrast...Madge, with her feminine shape, and flowing auburn hair and Jeannie, a few years younger, slim, almost boyish in shape, although you would never mistake her shapely butt for a boy's. Her hair was a light brown, tending towards blonde, cut close to her face. As they moved from rack to rack, they were catching up with each other, and from the way they rubbed against each other I sensed just how comfortable they were together. Jeannie would remove a set here and a set there, handing them to Madge, and after tweny or thirty minutes, led her back to a changing room, then showed me a bench I could wait on, "Can I get you something...water, maybe?"
"Not right now, but thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something?"
"Oh, I am," She said with a smile, "I'm helping you spend money."
"And what makes you think I'm spending?"
Again she smiled, "Two things; one, I've seen how you look at her, and two, wait until she shows you what she's trying on. I've been here long enough to know what effect she will have. She's already a beauty, wait 'til you see the icing.'
That's when Madge stepped out from behind the curtain. I audible caught my breath.
"Told you."
Madge strode to me, did a slow turn looking over her shoulder. If I hadn't known how gorgeous she was, I did now. She was wearing a light green set. It just covered the tips of her breasts, the pink of her nipples peeking through the material. The panties barely covered any more, riding high on her hips, sweeping gracefully over her cheeks and between her legs. When she faced me again, the material came to just above her pussy, leaving some auburn hair exposed over the top.
"Oh honey," Said Jeannie, "we're going to have to mow that lawn if you're going to wear something like this."
"Josh, what do you think? Do you like this on me...should we trim the lawn...can you speak?"
"Don't laugh at me. I'm an old man, so much beauty in one minute like this could kill me. You look marvelous, and Jeannie, you're right-it is icing."
"What else do you have back there?"
Madge spun, strolled back behind the curtain, Jeannie following with offers of help. They didn't close the curtain all the way, I could watch them in the wall mounted mirror. Madge quickly removed the set, while Jeannie selected another. I could see Madge clearly. She bent forward, sliding the next panties up her legs, her breasts swinging freely, the nipples standing out. As she stood, Jeannie slid another bra over Madge's breasts, her hands lingering in a gentle caress. Madge leaned back, her cheek brushing Jeannie's. They exchange whispers, then looked at me in the mirror. Slowly, Jeannie's hands brought the back straps together, hooking them, then she held the curtain open for Madge.
Again, I was looking at a vision of loveliness. She was breathing rapidly, and her eyes had a lidded, smoky look, "Do you like what you see? Shall we get it?"
All I could do was nod. Words just couldn't get past my dry lips.
Madge looked at me again then stepped into the dressing room. She came back out a few minutes later, dressed, with several items in her hand. As we stepped to the register, Jeannie commented what good choices Madge had made, and only wished she could afford them. Madge looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so, I turned to Jeannie telling her to pick something, and add it to my account.
"Josh, can we invite Jeannie up to the cabin? I'd like to catch up with her more, and she could model her choice for you."
"Sure. When are you off next Jeannie?"
"I have to be here over the weekend, but I'm off Monday and Tuesday, so I can do it either day."
"Josh, do you mind if she's there both days?'
"No, not at all. I'm sure we'll enjoy having her up there."
After we finished the business part of our conversation, I wrote out directions to the cabin, including my phone number in case she got lost. Madge and I were headed in the direction of the Mustang, when once again she was tugging on my arm, this time pulling me into a cafe. We sat at a table away from others. She insisted I sit next to her, then moved right against me. In a low voice she said, "I really want to thank you for all this, but I also want to ask you something."
"Sure, what is it?
She was interrupted by the waitress, asking if we would like to order. "Two coffees, please. And a couple Danish."
I could see Madge mulling her question, then she asked when I had felt the 'tingle' with my wife. As I thought back to when we had met, the hum of the cafe receded into the background.
"It was while I was in the Navy. I was staying with a shipmate, Earl, and his wife at their apartment in Long Beach. One day I was working on my car-well under it actually-and this great pair of legs slowly walked by. All I could see was high heels, legs and shorts. I tried getting a better look, but by the time I scooted out, she was walking away from me.
Later that night we were playing cards when a friend of theirs came in; she was about my height, very nicely curved, still in shorts and heels. She was wearing a light, tight sweater, her hair was platinum blonde. Madge, right then my heart stopped. If anyone ever felt a 'tingle', I did then. Earl's wife, Cathy, introduced us; her name was Naomi. I picked up a British term in Hong Kong, 'gobsmacked'. I never understood it, but right then I did, and I was.
She joined us at cards, but I wasn't following them. If we had been playing for money, I'd have lost everything. She kept watching me then asked if I were the legs she saw under the car? Before I could even answer she just nodded to herself, and smiled.
Well, long story shortened, we started dating, and within a few months were engaged.
I was off on another WesPac cruise the rest of that year. Naomi and I wrote while I was gone, strengthening our ties. I got back to the States in April,left the Navy in August, we married in September. I moved around in a few jobs in Southern California, eventually we moved up here. In among all that we had the two kids."
"Wow...you're telling me all that happened because the two of you just saw each other's legs?"
"When I got back from that last cruise, she told me about her 'tingle', and how she knew we were going to marry."
Madge sat quietly for several minutes, then asked if we could go home. All the way back she looked to be in deep thought, just staring out the side window. I felt it best to leave her to her thoughts. Stopping at Jerry's Pizza in town, I picked up one to go , then headed up the hill towards the house. Madge took dinner and her bags in while I put the Mustang in the barn, recovering it.
Back in the house, the pizza was on plates and a pair of beers were opened. We took them out to the deck in time for sunset.
The summer sunsets in the Pacific Northwest are drawn out affairs, the sky slowly losing color long after the sun passes behind the Olympics on the western horizon. The stars take just as long to appear, often not showing until 10 pm or later. It was only as the last light faded away that Madge finally started talking, and then in a low voice that I had to strain to hear at first.
"You were so lucky. You found your love, and she found hers...and it worked for you."
I sat quietly. She was looking for words to match her thoughts, my sense was to wait.
" I have been in three relationships that might have been considered serious. None had that feeling. I missed that."
"Marjorie...don't give up on yourself, or on life, or the fates, or the gods if you will. We never know what may be around the next turn in our lives. You can go down the same road a hundred times and nothing happens. And on one hundred and one, you go around a bend and *BINGO*, there's a unicorn. I don't have some magic power that let's me see the future, but I'm sure your life has a major change in it. Let it come to you."
"Will you hold me? I feel cold."
"Come sit on my lap, I'll keep you warm."
She slid into my lap, putting her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms, whispering into her ear, "You're safe with me."
We watched the summer constellations come out, and when the Moon's light started washing them out, moved into the house.
"It's late, we should get some sleep."
"Josh...can I sleep with you tonight? Please..."
"Of course. Join me when you're ready."
I went to my room, and contrary to my usual practice, put on t-shirt and shorts, then slid between the sheets. Minutes later Madge came in, spooning into me so I could hold her in my arms.
"Thank you...I need this."
"Why so sad?"
" I don't have anyone loving me the way you and Naomi loved each other."
"Darlin' don't count yourself short. I watched Jeannie with you today. There is real affection there."
She rolled in my arms, her breasts pressing into my chest, her belly and legs against mine. My cock firmly against her and slowly getting hard. Her sweet breathe brushed my cheek, "What about Jeannie? Do you think she's into women?"
"That I don't know, but she was genuinely happy to see you, and couldn't stop touching you. And she really got into caressing you. Remember?"
"Emm, yes, that did feel sooo good. And you enjoyed watching. I saw you in the mirror."
"You two were beautiful together. Haven't you been lovers?"
"No. Could you accept me having a woman lover?"
"I accept you the way you are.I don't want you changing to please me."
"You know I felt the 'tingle', don't you."
"When did you feel it?"
"Down by the lake. I thought so the first time we met. I was sure when you came back and we sat and talked. You were polite and respectful and willing to listen to me. And I knew. And today, at Jeannie's shop, I knew you felt it too. Jeannie spotted it on me, and as we left the shop she told me she saw it on you also."
"It was much like that for me too. That first day all I could see were your hair and your eyes, oh, and your freckles. But the next time? I was happy you were alone, and more than willing to sit and listen and look and just take in your essence. Yes, I felt it also. And right now, this is where you should be. In my arms.Can we talk more tomorrow? As much as I want this conversation, my eyes just won't stay open."
Friday, the bed was empty when I woke.
It was after eight, much later than I normally slept, the house still. Quickly dressing in sweat pants and slippers I went down to the kitchen. There was fresh coffee in the maker and my cup sitting next to it. Pouring coffee, I looked around. Madge's bags from yesterday were still on the table. Looking further I could see the doors to the deck were open. Sitting on a chaise, her feet drawn up, and cup to her lips, Madge was looking out over the lake and trees. Bogart was curled next to the chaise, chin on paws.
"Good morning. Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you. I was just thinking...Last night, when you held me as we sat out here, you said a couple things that have me confused. You said I would always be safe with you. And last night in bed, I felt your cock pressing against me. But you didn't try anything. Why?"
"I'll answer in reverse order...By that time it was Oh Dark Thirty. Naomi wouldn't have gotten action out of me then. I'm an old man, I need my sleep. Its what keeps my wrinkles smooth.Now part two. As long as you stay with me, no one will harm you. You are safe. "
"That's it? I'm physically safe, that's what you meant?"
"Not just physically. Look, it's early and I may not say this just the way I mean it, but I'll try."
I sipped at my coffee as I gathered my thoughts, "I feel a connection with you. The last person I felt something this strongly with was Naomi. But I don't know where we are going. Not yet any way. I don't have sex randomly, I don't just fuck for the sake of fucking. If, or when, we join it will be an act of love. That is how I am. But you said there were two things you wondered about. What's the other?"
"Wow, that's a deeper answer than I expected, and yet, no less than I expect from you. Ok...we were talking about me and Jeannie, ...you said if we were lovers, you could accept that. That you wouldn't expect me to change?"
"Let's go make some breakfast. This is going to be a long convo."
While she made breakfast, I fed Bogart, then poured us more coffee, carrying the cups out to the deck. Just as Madge stepped out, a herd of deer moved out of the tree line to the south. Holding up a hand, I pointed them out. Putting the plates down, she backed against me so I could hold her as we watched them move to the east.
Once they had disappeared back into the trees she turned around, gave me a light kiss, and sat . We ate in silence, simply enjoying each others presence.
Breakfast finished, Madge cleared the dishes and brought out more coffee. Bogart worked his way around the yard, sniffing, finally tracking the deer a bit before coming back up on the deck and flopping at Madges feet.
"Well," I began, "when Naomi and I first married, we didn't have a lot. It might have been a good year or more until we bought a small tv. There were only four or five channels available so it didn't matter much any way. But we had radio and a stereo for music, we spent a lot of time on the beach, and we read. Boy did we read. We read westerns, sci-fi, philosophy. She was into romance novels, I was reading anything that looked sexy.
One of the authors I came across was named Rimmer. He had several books out; one was about an experimental college, another about a man with two wives. I read those books several times, mainly because I felt an underlying message, and I wanted to dig it out. One night it came to me; we are capable-if we let ourselves-we have an ability to love more than one person at a time. Equally and without reservation. I couldn't wait to share this revelation with Naomi, but when I tried, I was stammering all over myself I was so excited.
She had me go through it twice, then asked to read the books herself. A week later we were having evening drinks when she told me she had finished Rimmer, and yes, she could see what I meant, it was possible to love more than one. Then she hit me with the hammer."
"What?"
"Not literally. She said, 'I see where this could be a beautiful way to expand our lives. I've never expected you to meet all my wants or needs, and I'm sure you know I can't meet all of yours.' Now I'm sitting there licking my lips like a kitten at a bowl of cream when she finished her thought, '*I could have a lover, or a second husband too.'* "
"NO! she didn't! Oh that's hilarious! Here you thought it was going to be you and multiple wives, and she turned it on you. I wish I could have seen your face."
"Well, I'm glad you think it was funny. I sure didn't. I had this picture of me and a couple doting wives, and all the loving I could handle. Naomi flipped that idea on it's head. As she told me the next day, 'What's good for the Gander is good for the Goose.'"
"What did you do?"
"Went off in a corner and sulked."
"You did what?"
"Well, not really sulked. I sat and thought. And slowly came to the realization she was right, for this philosophy to work, I would have to shed my sense of ownership-privilege if you will- and freely share. Thinking back on the books, the women weren't subserviant to the men, they were equals. It took many days of thinking to get it all straight in my head. Remember, I was also working, and when I was there, that's where my mind was.
Anyway, I started doing mental exercises, picturing different scenarios; me with another woman, how would Naomi react? Naomi and another man, how do I react? The two of us with a third, man or woman? After a week or so, I had the basics worked out in my head, and we started talking it over more."
"What about jealousy?"
"Ahh, the big one. That's the one that I had the most trouble with. I would picture her with somone, and feel a tighness in my chest. But the more I visualized situations, the less impact they had. Eventually it was a minor tickle in the back of my brain."
"Did you guys ever do anything?"
"Oh yes. After that we were open to the possibilities, but unsure where to find this mysterious other person. We looked into swinging, but didn't like the premise of sex for sex sake. There was also a line of thought called 'Open Marriage' which basically went 'I can have lovers, and you can have lovers, we just won't talk about it'. That didn't feel right to us either. If she had another man, or I a woman, we wanted them as part of our lives, together."
"In bed and everything?"
"We talked about that too, in fact we talked a lot about everthing, but yeah, we considered that also."
"And..."
"We couldn't see it as a constant, but once in a while, yes, it would add a spice to things. We would imagine Naomi wth myself and another man, and she would be the center of attention. Another time, her and another woman with me the center."
"What about her and the woman, or you and the man?"
"Ahh, the final barriers. I guess women may be more open to that sort of experimentation than men, especially back then. That was another scenario we worked through. Whether we would have same sex partners. Naomi could picture the sensuousness of another woman-think of yourself and Jeannie. I wasn't so sure. The thought of kissing a guy, let alone playing with his equipment, I didn't know if I could or not."
"Did you ever find some one else? How about Naomi, did she?"
"We both found someone. Not at the same time, it seldom works that way. But yeah, we did. Unfortunately, they didn't work out over the long run; He was always nervous around me, I guess he couldn't take the openness."
"And the woman you found?"
"She wanted me to choose between Naomi and her. That was a no-win for her. She didn't understand the dynamics."
"And all this based on some novels."
"Yes. And no. I learned years later Rimmer's philosophy was based on actual experience; he and his wife had a relationship with another couple for over twenty years."
"Wow."
It was noon, we were getting pretty warm on the deck, hunger was raising it's head.
"Let's go inside, we can talk more in there."
In the kitchen I headed for the refrigeratornly to be cut off by Madge.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Lunch."
"I said the kitchen is mine, shoo. And what were you planning on?"
"Ham sandwich, maybe a beer. You know, lunch."
"Nope, you're slimming down and shaping up. If I'm sticking around, so are you. You get a salad. And water. And no arguing, do you hear?"
" You're serious aren't you?"
Now, you might ask why I put up with being bossed around in my own home. Well thats easy; First, she said everything with a smile. Second, she was right about my diet. Third, the 'tingle'. And finally, there is no way I could turn down anything that beauty asked of me.
So I ate my salad like a good boy, drank my water as if I enjoyed it, and got a big smile and an even larger hug for my efforts. As I ate, I asked about Madge's family; what was her life like after her Dad died, where was her mother now, did she have any siblings?
"After Dad died, things were rough for us. Mom collected Dad's life insurance, and that paid off the house but there wasn't much left after that. She was already working as an office assistant, so we were ok there. She still lives in Tacoma.
Me? Junior high was rough. Kids can be cruel, and they were about my dad. I became a loner, stayed away from almost everyone else outside of class. I had a couple friends, but when we went to high school, they went to one and I went to the other. In high school I formed a couple new friendships in my freshman year. By my junior year I had come out of my shell, had joined several school groups, and was dating. I gave up my virginity at seventeen to a guy on the football team, what a cliche, didn't date any one seriously in my senior year.
I went to Community College, thinking I could get my Associate degree then move on to UW for my last two years. But that didn't happen."
"Why not?"
"Money. I didn't have it. So I joined the real estate office as an associate, taking courses evenings, doing whatever they needed during the day. That's where I met Dave, we became friends, but that's all. When I had my license, I started selling, and I made decent money, but I wasn't getting the big commission sales, the owner gave those to his favorites. And I wasn't one of his favorites."
"Why not?"
"I kept my legs closed."
"Oh..."
"The rest you know, lost job, lost job, lost job. And now I'm here."
"Is being here a...problem?"
"Oh lord no. You said I have changes coming in my life, I hope so. And please, dear God, let you be one of them."
I opened my arms, she slid into my lap. We seemed to be doing that a lot these last two days. There were tears on her cheeks, I kissed them away, then her eyes and the corner of her mouth, and then her lips. One of us groaned, or maybe both did. I pulled her against me, she tightened her arms around me and our kiss grew more passionate. I slid my hand up her neck, under her hair, pulling her as tightly to my lips as I could.
When she finally pulled away, it was to pull my shirt off. She dipped to my nipple, licking and kissing as she went, and when she reached her target, began sucking and biting . If I wasn't alive before, I was now! Sensations I hadn't felt in almost ten years ran through my body. My nipples felt every touch, my cock sprang to life, and a moan came rolling out of my throat.
My hands weren't idle either. I pulled her shirt up as far as possible, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples-hot in my hands-grew hard and pointed, her breathing became ragged, she squirmed in my lap, rubbing my cock into a hardness I had all but forgotten.
"Stop," I whispered hoarsely, "let's go get more comfortable. "
I pulled her to her feet, then up the stairs into my bedroom. A breeze wafting through the open window, warmed by the sun, felt wonderful on my bare skin. Quickly, I finished removing her shirt, then knelt before her, unfastening her shorts and pulling shorts and panties down in one motion. Her hands were on my head, drawing me to her softly rounded belly, where I laid the softest of touches before slowly laying a line of kisses to her pussy. Parting her auburn hair with my finger tips, a drop of moisture gleamed on lower lips. Extending my tongue, I tasted a delicious mixture, reminiscent of strawberries and honey. I could do nothing but press my lips against her.
Slowly, she backed to the bed, holding me to her. When her legs met the edge, she laid back, still holding me to her pussy. I slowly opened her to my gaze, exploring the wonders of the pink lips, engorging in her excitement. Holding her open, I drew circles with my tongue, searching for each delicious drop. She was moaning, then sighing, then lightly moaning again until suddenly she closed her legs about my head, pulled my face hard against her pussy and arched up, a low, growling, groan rumbled from her throat. She held us there for several moments, then slowly eased back down, releasing her hold on me.
As her breathing slowed, she tugged me up 'til we were face to face, "It's going to be your turn in a minute, but I do need to catch my breath. Where did you learn that? Never mind, tell me another time. Just kiss me now. Emm, is that me on your lips? I taste good. No one has ever gone down on me before. I like that, will you do it again? Tell me later, I want you on your back, *it's my turn now."
Obviously, she had her breath back, because with a quick move she had us reversed; now I was on my back, and she was diving for the waist band of my sweat pants. In one swift motion I was stripped bare, and she was kneeling over me. That is when she paused, looking me over, licking her lips, a gleam in her eyes as she slowly bent to my lips.
We kissed, a long slow kiss that she slowly pulled down my chin, to my throat, to my chest, then back to my nipples. Moving back and forth from one to the other, she had them as hard as could be. Then she started kissing down my stomach, her hands remaining on my chest, her nails scrapping at my nipples. She stopped only briefly at my navel, then moved that little more to the tip of my cock. Kisses were planted all around the head, then down one side, then back up along the large vein on the bottom. Again, she planted kisses, down the other side, and up the vein. When she reached the head, her lips engulfed me, sliding down until she reached her throat, then up and down until I was on the verge of coming.
"Stop, I'll cum if you don't"
"I want you to. I want to taste you, like you tasted me."
"Later, now I must be in you. I have to feel us become one."
"God, you do know how to sweet talk a girl. Don't move, let me do this."
She lifted herself up, bringing her hips over mine, then holding my cock with her left hand positioned me at her entrance. She lowered herself until my cock head was just in her, looked me in the eyes, and slid down in one move. That low rumble came from her throat again, and I could feel her pussy vibrating and clamping around me. As she started to rise I stopped her,"Wait, I want to feel you like this, I always want to remember this moment, the first time in you. Come down here, kiss me."
We held that moment for several minutes, kissing lightly, almost nibbling on each other's lips, but soon the need to move became paramount. She, rising and falling. Me pushing up into her. Soon we were going as hard, as fast as we could. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. Thrusting upward, The cum rushing through me, I moaned out my release. Even as I was thrusting into her, Madge was arching back, inhaling deeply, and then, with her low, rumbling groan, she joined me in heaven.
Slowly, we came back to earth, holding each other, not wanting the feeling to pass. I held her to my chest, her weight nothing to me. The kisses we exchanged had a new flavor, a new meaning to them. Again she looked at me, a smile dancing over her lips.
"What just happened? I've never felt so alive like this. What did you do to me?"
"Darling, I told you, I only do this for love."
"Well, don't stop loving me. It feels too good."
I slowly rolled her to my side, trying to not break our connection, but my cock finally deflated and slid out. After a moment, I needed to pee, and whispered I'd be right back. Madge was drifting into sleep when I rejoined her, so I carefully moved back into bed, pulling just a sheet over us. Taking her into my arms, studying her face, I too drifted off.
"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
Scrambling to get my senses back as I sat up, Marge sitting next to me, her eyes large as saucers.
"Wha..."
"Something cold just stuck into my butt!"
Wipng the sleep out of my eyes, I looked over her shoulder, then flopped back on my pillow. Laughing so hard it hurt, all I could say was, "Welcome to the family. Bogart just checked you out!"
She spun, finding the big black dog sitting next to the bed, what had to be a dog smile all over his face, his tongue hanging to the side.
Have you ever heard a dog laugh? It's a kind of a breathy 'huh, huh, huh'
And THAT is what Bogart was doing.
"You put him up to that didn't you?"
"Not me. If anyone's going to have his nose in your butt, it'll be me. And I'd believe you were upset if you weren't trying so hard at not laughing."
"Oh Gawd, that was a shock!, why didn't you warn me he was back there? Am I going to have to keep an eye out for him from now on?"
"I don't think so, although you can never be too sure. He does seem to like you."
"Well, I like him too, but that's going to far." | Down by the Lake Ch. 02 | [
"drama"
] |
*Please note, this is a story about a male-to-female crossdresser. It includes themes of bisexuality, dominance/submission, embarrassing erections, anal play, cunnilingus and cum-eating. If you like that, awesome. If you don't maybe it's time to check another post. You can't say I haven't warned you ;)*
There are many difficult decisions I've had to make in my life. Deciding whether to confide in someone that I liked to crossdress was definitely one of them. In fact, "difficult" was an understatement, "agonizing" would be a more appropriate term. Especially when, in my case, the potential recipient of my little secret was someone as unpredictable and dangerous as my friend Abbey.
As I sat next to her, the rational part of my brain told me that it would be a stupid idea to open up to her. She was too impulsive. Too reckless. Too oblivious to the consequences of her actions. Part of me knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut. Another part of me half-suspected that she'd use the information against me if I ever got on the wrong side of her.
However, I couldn't deny that part of me actually did want to tell her. My hidden self absolutely craved recognition. Added to that, I guess I wanted to prove to Abbey how interesting, unique and different I was. The latter was a stupid motive, but the desire to impress a beautiful, flirtatious and sexually-liberated young woman is one only the strongest men can resist. And back when I was eighteen, I definitely wasn't a strong man.
Half an hour before, I sat alone in the seniors' common room at my high school. It was a hot day and I was dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts. I was trying to work through a set of physics problems that were due in the next week, but I was getting distracted. As the sun had come out, so had the skimpy sun dresses. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but stare at all the beautiful, smooth, female flesh on display. I was counting down the minutes until I could go home, creep into my room, and jerk my dick until I'd drained every last drop of cum from my balls.
My level of distraction reached breaking point when I saw Abbey walk up to me. Almost the second she entered my vision, my breath caught in my throat. God damn she looked gorgeous--even more so than usual.
Abbey was five-foot-six with long blonde hair, and the most wickedly beautiful face. It was the kind of face that suggests the owner is always up to mischief--which, in Abbey's case, was usually true. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled as she strode towards me, and that big, beautiful smile of hers drilled its way directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. I could barely handle the visual stimulation as she pouted her full, soft lips in my direction.
Abbey was never one to downplay her glamor, but as she walked towards me in a low-cut top and an eye-wateringly short skirt, I felt I could be finally be entering heaven, or perhaps blue-ball hell. Her legs passed over each other, one after the next. Long, toned and shimmering with a silky, youthful sheen: they were a veritable work of art. The slight outward curve of her hamstrings and the elegant contours of her calves simply reduced me to jelly. I could worship those legs all fucking day long. Her hips curved inwards towards her slim, taught waist-- and her torso was topped off with a set of naturally firm, round breasts. I was agog. My train of thought completely lost.
"Hi gorgeous," she said, smiling and pulling out the chair beside me. "Whatcha doing?"
"Just some physics problems," I replied, as she sat herself down next to me.
"Got time for a chat?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"For you Abbey, I suppose," I said back, with a smile. "Do I even dare ask how your weekend was?"
She bit her lip and smiled with her eyes.
"Well I had quite the weekend," she enthused.
"On Friday, I went to that new club in town, you know the one near the marketplace?"
I nodded.
"Well I went there with Maria and I met this absolutely gorgeous guy."
She took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and fanned herself with her hand.
"He was a Commando in the Royal Marines. He had a body to die for. He led me to the toilets and he fucked me right there. My God, I came so fucking hard. It made me horny for the entire weekend. I can still feel him inside me now."
"So did you see him again?" I asked.
"Alas, no," she sighed. "He was only in town for a day, so on Saturday I called up Jack, my ex, because I absolutely needed some more dick. I suggested we go skinny dipping, so we went walking to the lake, but I couldn't wait that long and his hands were all over me, so we just did it by the side of a farmer's field. I got my new dress all muddy, but it was worth it."
"Then on Sunday you went to confession, and ended up fucking the priest?" I asked.
She laughed.
"No, on Sunday I just started chatting with guys online. There was this guy who had a foot fetish. He was begging me to show him my feet... so I did. Then he kept asking if he could come over and lick them. He was a hedge fund guy and lived in America, but he said he'd pay to fly over here. It was so weird. It was awesome teasing him though. I got him to jerk off his tiny, and I mean tiny, dick on camera. I laughed so fucking hard!"
She sighed, before continuing, "I love just it when guys have little kinks, you can have so much fun with them."
She paused for a second, then her eyes focused on me with a wicked glint.
"I bet you've got some kinks John... It's always the smart guys like you who have dirty little secrets."
I laughed. "Maybe," I said, off-hand.
Abbey's eyes widened. "Oh you have got some haven't you. Oh come on John, tell me!"
Oh crap, why hadn't I just said "no". I took a deep breath. "Maybe another day Abbey," I replied.
"So you admit it!" she exclaimed, gleefully. "I can't wait, you have to tell me now!"
She pressed her bare leg against mine. The sensation of her soft, delicious skin sent a surge of arousal through me. Every instinct in my male body told me to prepare for breeding. I could feel my face flush and my dick begin to engorge. Shit, shit, shit. But the torment didn't stop there. She leaned towards me, pressing her firm, round tits against my arm. Jesus Christ.
"Tell me John, you know you want to... and it's only fair... I tell you everything."
I couldn't fault her on that point. As my dick stiffened uncomfortably in my shorts, I looked around the room. There was nobody within earshot--but even so.
"Look," she said, "it's not as if I'm going to be shocked, it's me for fuck's sake."
I breathed heavily, not knowing what to say. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her. Part of me knew that telling her would be a very risky choice. The weight of the decision caused beads of sweat to appear at my temples.
"Tell me, John," she demanded. "I bet it's good."
Wracked with indecision, I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The words teetered for a second on the tip of my tongue, before being forcibly gulped back down my throat. But Abbey's sparkling blue eyes were still boring into me, coaxing my secret back up from the depths.
"I..." I stammered, my voice losing all of its depth.
"Yes?" she said, with a wicked grin on her face.
"I... err... I like dressing as a girl."
Abbey's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped in utter glee. Then she started to laugh.
"Oh my God. You little sissy bitch!" she squealed in excitement.
Her mouth hung open and she scanned me up and down. "Now I know why you grow your hair so long."
My face started to burn deep red. She was right though. I did indeed let my mousy blonde hair grow long so I could look more like a girl when I wanted to. I'd told everyone I was going for the rock-star look, and since I played the guitar most people had believed me.
"So do you dress up often?"
"Yeah... every now and again."
"Does that turn you you?"
I gulped. This was another thing that it was really too risky to reveal.
"Yeah... kinda."
I squirmed in my seat as Abbey laughed at me.
"You've got to show me," she yelped. "I bet you'd make such a cute girl!"
And with those words, deep below my red-faced, squirming exterior, part of me glowed with pride.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, it's probably worth me giving you a little insight into my life--both now and back when all this occurred.
I've always had a pretty broad sexuality. I'm male, currently in my early-twenties and bisexual; and yes, I have been to bed with both men and woman. I've got a penchant for dominance and submission, again on both sides of the equation. Since I turned 18, I've been the Dom and I've been the sub, I've been spanked and been the spanker, I've teased and been the tease victim.
And I like to crossdress. I guess you can say there is a lot of stuff that turns me on.
I don't exactly identify as transsexual: I have no intention of undergoing any treatment to actually become a girl, and I do not believe I am a woman born into a man's body. For me it's a little more complex: I've always thought of myself as having two parts, perhaps even two similar but distinct personalities, one male and one female. Whilst the male personality generally comes to the fore, my alter-ego, Sarah, likes to come out and flirt every so often. And she likes being a girl with a dick, although she'd love the chance to be a girl with pussy on occasion too. I've often wished that I could change my body at the flick of a switch. Click--now I'm a girl. Click--now I'm a guy again. Click-- now I've got a pussy. Click--now I've got a dick.
For as long as I can remember, going back to when I was very young, a certain portion of my dreams and fantasies involved me being Sarah. I stress that I don't mean all of my fantasies, in fact, not even the majority, but a substantial portion: let's say around 30%. Some were romantic, such as being swept away by a boy; some were just about going about my life as a girl; some were downright sexual, especially by the time I'd grown up.
I guess I started as many guys do: I slipped into my sister's clothes when the house was empty--and felt that rush of excitement you get when you feel the delicious silky, feminine fabric against your skin. I shimmied into her slutty skirts, pulled her sexy stockings up my legs, and experimented with her make-up. I got away with it too: she was so untidy she never knew where half her stuff was to begin with.
After some amateurish first attempts at feminizing myself, I began to read online about how to do it properly. I wanted to be as passable as possible, and as sexy as possible. Sarah was shy, but she wasn't a wallflower. Beneath her bashfulness she wanted to flirt and be desired.
I soon graduated from pilfering my sister's clothes and make-up to buying my own. I needed outfits that fitted me better, and foundation that better blended with my own skin tone. I didn't want to risk ordering online as sometimes my parents "accidentally" open my packages and mail. So I simply went into town with my measurements and told the shop assistants I was on an errand for a friend.
As time passed, little tips and tricks became second nature. I learned to use eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger. I learned to give myself a feminine hourglass figure with a thick belt around my waist. I learned to hide my Adam's apple using contouring make-up, wearing high collared tops, or wearing a slutty collar. Sarah loved that last one especially.
I guess it helped that I'd never had a particularly masculine appearance. My face was oval shaped, my skin was clear, and I was slow to get facial hair. Even now it is nothing but slightly wispy, but when I was eighteen I was pretty much entirely hair-free. I am, and was, pretty skinny, which helps too, as body fat distributions can be a give-away to gender. Over many years I even grew my hair long. This was much to the derision of some of my male friends, but surprisingly, many girls liked it, even when I was my masculine self. Maybe some girls really did buy into my "rock-star" excuse.
I got better and better until one day I looked in the mirror and was impressed that not only did I actually look like a girl, but I actually looked cute. Almost instantly I was consumed with excitement. As I winked and flirted with myself in the mirror, my dick got hard in my filthy little knickers. I couldn't help but run to my bed, tie my ankles together, jam a dildo in my mouth and masturbate until my dick was sore--fantasizing about being a cock-sucking slave girl. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy, then spurted multiple loads of cum all over my sheets.
I'd experienced difficulties at first wearing heels, but with practice I got to the point where it was second nature. I could walk in them, dance in them, sway my hips in them. The most difficult part was sounding like a girl. I tried so many different voices, most of which sounded utterly ridiculous - until I read a tip that cross-dressers should try a different accent and see whether that worked. I searched YouTube for videos of girls with different regional accents and tried to mimic them. Eventually, I found one that I could I could do: a Scottish accent that was both realistic and feminine. From that moment Sarah became Scottish.
Searching maps, I came across the small town of Burtisland in Fife. With a population of around six thousand I guessed that virtually nobody I'd meet would be from there. I did my research and it became my cover story if I needed it. Sarah's childhood summers were spent on the beach and at the annual summer fairground. She attended Burntisland Primary School, before moving on to Balwearie High School. That, of course, all happened before her family had moved to England last year, but she could still wax lyrical about the ancient Parish Church and Rossend Castle, two of the town's most important historic sites.
Despite the cover story, I didn't think more than letting Sarah play around the house when my parents were out and my sister was off at university. She tied herself up, she spanked herself, she sucked her dildo cock. Sure, she fantasized about going out, being a little minx, teasing guys and having a dick plunged deep into her slutty ass--but it always seemed too risky to do it for real.
And then came the incident with Abbey.
Abbey never ceased to amaze me. We'd known each other since we started primary school. My miniature self had thought she was cute even then, but boy how she'd developed. We'd never had classes together until recently as she had always been in the school year above me. However, despite her being pretty smart, she had done very badly in her final exams--so she had decided to stay back a year and resit. At nineteen she was the oldest girl in the school.
I have no doubt in my mind that the reason for her poor academic performance was her over-active sex life. Whenever she should have been studying, she was sucking, or fucking or engaging in some other act of decadent sexual depravity. I've never met anyone before or since who had a such a high sex drive--and she had no shortage hard, willing cocks to indulge her cravings. In the last few of years of high school, she had gone from cute to gorgeous. As I described earlier: flowing blonde hair, tight toned body, and long tanned legs. Mix that in with her utterly compulsive flirtatiousness, it is difficult to see how things could have worked out much differently. Sex was written in her stars.
I was no stranger to her affections--not that I'd succumbed. I didn't really doubt that she would have fucked me if I were willing: she'd suggested we "go and have some fun" more than once--but I was too scared that I wouldn't meet her standards. I knew from her stories that she took a dim view of guys who didn't know how to please her and I was a virgin--at least of sorts. I'd never had sex with a girl. My only proper sexual experiences involved being fucked by a guy, and I wasn't sure that provided me with the training I needed to satisfy her.
Nevertheless, between classes she'd come up to my desk, play with my hair, tell me I was cute, then proceed to regale me with stories of her sordid sex life.
She'd fucked two of our teachers. One simply because she thought he was hot. One because she wanted a better grade. She'd told me about her back-alley sex, her favorite way to give blow jobs, and how one should properly take a cock in the ass. She told me about her dildos. She told me about her handcuffs. She told me about her experiences with other girls.
I never tired of listening to her. It opened my eyes--and gave me a lot of images to masturbate to in the privacy of my own room.
I was a moderately popular kid, but my friends were the really popular ones. I was the smart one, but just funny enough to get away with it without rubbing people up the wrong way. As a guy who circled in the popular crowd, I was on good terms with the popular (read: attractive) girls-f which Abbey was definitely one.
However, our friendship extended a deeper than just associating in the same circles. I was also one of the few people she could open up to. Although I wasn't particularly sexually experienced, I was stridently liberal minded. I was genuinely interested in what she had to say--and listened to her without casting judgment or mockery. With me she had the perfect audience--and I think she liked the intellectual fire power I could bring to an argument if someone tried to make out that her lifestyle as morally wrong.
Despite that, I wouldn't say I entirely trusted her, for as I mentioned, Abbey was dangerous. She liked to tease boys. She liked to get them hard in awkward places. She liked to make people squirm. She liked to make people go red. She liked to rate guys by their sexual prowess and dick size -- and she wasn't afraid of revealing who didn't measure up--all said with a wicked grin on her face.
I can't say that I didn't jack myself off furiously to the thought of her humiliating me - and there was a fair chance she'd have delighted in doing just that If I'd asked - but my rational mind did not think that was best for my prestige or my future. As such, I'd played my cards incredibly close to my chest for a long time--but as you already know, I couldn't hold out forever.
So let's get back to the meat of the story.
The moment of pride induced when Abbey said that she thought I would make "a cute girl" was short lived. The next thing she said overwhelmed everything.
"I'm going to tell Maria!" she exclaimed. Instantly my regret chip fired.
"What? No. Abbey!" I seethed under my breath.
"Come on, Maria won't mind. She's seen everything."
Maria was Abbey's partner in crime, perhaps even her protege. They went out on the hunt together at weekends and they made quite a pairing. Abbey was about my height, but Maria was one of the tallest girls in school. She was also very pretty. She had been a bit of an ugly ducking when we first met six years ago--but she would definitely win the award for 'most improved' since then. She had pale creamy skin, thick, dark-brown hair, a light smattering of cute freckles, and a long lean body capped with generous round breasts. Maria had been the subject of a number of my fantasies too.
"Abbey, please don't. I only told you because I trusted you'd keep it quiet," I begged, pathetically. My mind was going insane with worry, but my submissive side caused my dick to twitch involuntarily in my pants.
"I promise I won't tell anyone else, but I have to tell her."
She got up from her seat.
I grabbed her wrist.
"Abbey, NO!"
"Let go or I'll shout it to the whole room," She looked at me sternly, like I'd committed a crime.
I squirmed in my seat and let her go.
I watched her skirt bounce against her firm little ass as she skipped away.
Fuck. I shrank back into my seat.
The next day I was once more sitting alone in the common room, shifting uneasily at my desk with my heart beating fast. I hadn't seen Abbey since the day before and the worry was killing me. This could be humiliating. Really humiliating. I wished that I'd dreamed the conversation from the day before.
Unfortunately, I hadn't.
Abbey and Maria approached me together. Two beautiful, confident girls vs one timid guy. They sat either side of me. I didn't know what to say.
Maria reached over and started stroking my neck with her fingertips. My body jolted as the s | Being Sarah | [
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ensation fizzled through me. Both girls laughed.
"So is it true that you like dressing as a girl?" Maria asked.
My face started to heat up. The girls laughed again. I didn't say anything.
"We won't tell anyone," Abbey soothed, starting to play with my hair. "Just admit again like you did yesterday."
Hemmed in by two beautiful girls, my dick started to get hard all over again. I couldn't help it. They were too close and too hot.
I took a deep breath.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Absolutely anyone," I pleaded.
"I promise," said Abbey.
"Do you promise too?" I asked Maria.
"Yeah... I promise," said Maria, with an evil glint in her eye that I didn't fully trust.
What the hell was I getting myself into? My mind whirred. Should I say something? Did it make any difference at this point? I'd already let the cat out of the bag to Abbey--I might as well coperate, lest I antagonize them.
"Ok, yeah," I said.
Both girls descended into fits of giggles.
"I told you Maria," said Abbey, excitedly.
"You totally have to show us," said Maria.
"So will you let us see you dressed up?" said Abbey.
"How?" I said. "My parents are always at home these days."
"Come to mine on Friday," said Abbey. "My parents are away this week."
I stared at Abbey--then at Maria--then back to Abbey.
"Promise me again that this is just between us."
"We promise," the girls giggled.
"Ok," I said, "but I'll need to get changed at yours."
"Fine," said Abbey, "come over at 7."
After school on Friday, I shaved my legs as tight and as silky as possible. I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I moisturized my skin. I gave myself a spritz of my sister's perfume, and I set off with my make-up and my favorite clothes stuffed into a rucksack.
I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. Part of me wanted to turn back. Another part of me knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Sarah to come to life.
When I arrived at Abbey's house, Maria was already there. They fussed over me as I entered the house.
"You still look like a guy," Abbey said, "or at least as much of a guy as you usually do."
"I haven't got changed yet!" I exclaimed. "Can I go to your bathroom to get ready?"
"Sure," she said. "Up the stairs, then the second door on the left. This better be good."
I locked the door behind me, stripped naked, and prepared for my transformation. My arms trembled, but as I slipped a deliciously sexy pair of knickers up my legs, I couldn't stop my dick from starting to swell. Sarah was beginning to take the reigns of my thoughts and actions--and she was very excited.
After the knickers came a matching bra, subtly filled out with realistically-shaped silicone inserts. Then the dress: I'd picked out a little black dress that came high on the neck. The top half was tight-fitting and around my waist a thick belt pulled me into a feminine shape. At the bottom, the material was short and floaty, enhancing the appearance of an hour-glass figure and nicely showing off my bare legs. I slipped into a pair of kitten heels, then set about my make-up.
A light layer of foundation, then some gentle blush to the apples of the cheeks: If you're young and smooth-skinned, this is all you really need. Too much make-up is as much a give-away as too little. I subtly enhanced my eyes, with a gentle eye-shadow on the upper lid, eye-liner around the edges and touch of mascara on my lashes. Finally, I added an understated lip gloss and I was done.
I nervously gave myself a wink and a twirl in the mirror.
I was no longer John. I was Sarah.
I packed myself a little handbag with my make-up supplies and other necessities, took a deep breath and left the room.
My muscles screamed with tension, so much that I could barely walk straight. I could hear Abbey and Maria larking about downstairs.
As I nervously descended to meet them, I managed to find my voice. "Hi guys, I'm Sarah!" I said.
The girls looked up at me and squealed in excitement, jumping around and clapping their hands.
"You're a girl!" Abbey yelped. "You're actually a girl!"
"And you're Scottish!" Maria cried.
"Aye, just a wee young lass," I said, hamming it up a little more than I usually would.
"Oh my fucking God!" Abbey said. She got up on to the sofa and bounced. "John, I actually think you're a girl!"
"Who's John?" I asked, with a little smile. "I told you already, I'm Sarah."
I reached the bottom of the stairs and did a little twirl.
Abbey ran towards me and hugged me. Maria followed suit. I wanted to cry out in happiness.
"Wow, your tits look good," Abbey said, squeezing my chest. "And they feel kinda real. Are those inserts?"
"Yeah, I'm a little flat chested."
"I'm going to take a photo," Maria exclaimed.
"NO!" I shouted, aggressively.
For the first time ever, and probably the last time too, I saw Maria back down. I guess my uncharacteristic defiance had temporarily stunned her.
"Ok, but we can't just waste you like this," Abbey said, breaking the silence. "You're so realistic, we've got to do something."
"Let's go clubbing," Maria suggested.
"No way! People from school will be there." I objected. "And what if someone notices?"
"Then we'll go to Nottingham, there are loads of good clubs there," Maria said, "and I don't think anyone's going to notice, you look more like a girl that some of the real girls we know."
I couldn't help but glow a little at the compliment. And Nottingham seemed a sensible choice. It was the next major town over, about 40 miles away. It wasn't so far away that getting there would be overly arduous, and Maria was right, nobody from school would be there as they had perfectly good bars and clubs much closer.
I breathed heavily. Could that actually work? Could we go out together whilst I was dressed as a girl? I wanted to do it so badly, but I was consumed by nerves.
"OK," I said, "yeah... I guess that could work. But won't it cost loads to get there?"
"It's OK, I'll pay for the taxi," Abbey said. I knew her parents were rich. I guessed the journey would be peanuts for her.
"Err... OK then," I said.
The girls clapped in excitement.
"This is going to be awesome!" Abbey exclaimed.
As Abbey and Maria readied themselves upstairs, I stood in the living room in my little dress. I kept looking at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room--examining my face and body in from different angles. Yeah--I'd done a good job. I was looking very cute and girly. I rubbed my smooth legs against each other and rehearsed my coquettish smile. Through the nerves, little pangs of excitement shot through me. Would people think I was hot? Would people want to flirt with me? Would someone give me their number?
That thought made my stomach flutter.
Eventually, Abbey and Maria came back down. Abbey was wearing a tiny little clubbing dress. It was pink and clung to her gorgeous body--encasing her tits, curving in with her waist, and cupping her tight, round ass. It showed off every inch of her beauty and perfectly complimented her smooth, tanned skin.
Maria, without access to fresh clothes, had simply straightened her hair and redone her make-up; but she still looked stunning in the little fitted shirt and skin-tight jeans that she had arrived in.
Both of them looked gorgeous. I hoped that I could compete.
Abbey had ordered the taxi a little earlier. My eyes kept looking out the window, waiting for it to arrive. It would be my first proper test. Sure I'd revealed myself to Abbey and Maria, but they knew what was going on. The driver would be oblivious to the background. Would the he notice that I was a boy? Or would he just accept me as a girl?
Soon enough, we saw the car pull up outside Abbey's house and we scurried out towards it, clicking along the driveway in our heels, with our little handbags slung over our shoulders. My heart was beating fast.
"So you ladies want taking to Nottingham?" the driver asked.
"Yeah," said Abbey, "City Center please."
Abbey and Lucy bundled into the back of the car, and closed the door behind them.
I looked at them with pleading eyes, but I could tell that they weren't going to let me sit next to them. They wanted me to sit next to the driver.
With my face glowing pink, I opened the front door on the passenger side and slunk into the seat. I checked my appearance quickly in the wing mirror, smoothed down my dress and clipped in my seat belt.
"So are you girls off on a night out?"
The taxi driver looked at me and winked, his eyes roving from my legs to my chest.
"Yeah, we're off clubbing," I said, nervously.
In the mirror, I could see Abbey and Maria grinning at me.
"So you're from Scotland?" he said.
"Yeah, I lived in Fife until last year."
"Nice, where about?"
"Oh just a wee village called Buntisland," I replied.
"Cool, my brother-in-law comes from there," said the driver excitedly. "I bet he's only a few years older than you. What's your name, I'll ask him about it?"
"Sarah McCullough," I answered, my throat going dry.
In the mirror, I could see Abbey descending into fits of giggles. Maria was much the same.
"McCullough. I'll have to remember to ask him about that."
Jesus Christ.
Fortunately, the grilling stopped, and we careered along the M1 in silence.
On arrival, Abbey paid the driver.
"Have a good night girls," he said, leering at us one by one, as if storing the images for later. Despite not finding him in the least bit attractive, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I was being looked at as if I was a girl: a sexy, attractive girl--and that was enough to excite me.
"Byeee," we cooed back.
I smiled and waved.
He honked his horn as he drove off.
The streets thronged with people. Nottingham is a university town and has a very lively night-life. Groups of guys and girls filled the street. The air was thick with anticipation.
We approached one of the first bars we saw. There were bouncers on the door. I gulped.
"Abbey," I whispered. "What if I get asked for ID?"
I was eighteen, the legal drinking age, so it wouldn't usually have been a problem. The issue was my provisional driving license said "John Stevens" not "Sarah McCullough". I didn't exactly want to reveal to a couple of meat heads that I was secretly packing a cock.
"You won't, just smile at him and walk through, they virtually never check girls."
Her verbal reassurance didn't dilute my nervousness. Yeah, sure girls get an easier ride than guys, but I've definitely seen plenty of girls get asked for ID in my time, even hot ones. As I walked towards the two big men, my muscles became tighter and tighter.
"Hi guys," Abbey said. She grinned as she approached them, giving them a little wave with her hands.
"Hi ladies," the guys said, with nodding whilst staring at our bodies.
I gulped as we all scurried past them. I dared not look round.
We got ourselves some drinks and found a table near the corner. I usually drank cider, but right then a gin and tonic seemed far more appropriate. It tasted surprisingly good.
"So tell me," Maria said, "do you like guys or girls?"
"Both," I answered, honestly.
"Have you, you know, done it with a both?"
"Yeah," I lied. As I mentioned earlier, up to that point, I'd only done it with a guy, but I couldn't face admitting that I was a virgin with girls.
"Were you the giver or receiver?" asked Abbey.
I went red.
"You were the receiver weren't you," she exclaimed. "You little fucking slut!"
The girls both laughed. I squirmed in embarrassment.
"Slutty Sarah likes taking it in the ass!" she teased.
She pressed herself against me. Her silky bare leg touched mine. Then she whispered in my ear, "Little. Submissive. Bitch."
I felt my dick begin to swell in my knickers as the combination of her body and her goading got to me.
"I'm gonna find a big strong guy to fuck you," she continued. "He'll push his dick into your slutty ass and pump you with so much fucking cum it will be coming out of your eyeballs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I choked.
"Yeah, maybe, not tonight though. Some guys would kill me if they found out I wasn't a real girl."
"Yeah, I know, not tonight, but I bet I know someone I could ask who'd be more than willing to fuck a special girl like you."
My dick got harder and harder. I began to panic. There was a bulge starting to show in my dress. I grabbed my handbag and placed it across my lap and leaned forward to hide my erection.
Both girls could tell what was happening to me, and their grins grew ever wider.
"Oh we are going to have so much fun with you," Maria said with a laugh.
I fidgeted, trying to fill my mind with non-erotic imagery.
"You better be a good girl for us," Abbey said, "or we are just going to make you suffer all fucking night."
"I think the next drinks round is on you Sarah," Maria said.
I laughed hoping it was a joke. We'd all just bought our own drinks on the previous round. Maria and Abbey both looked at me with grins on their faces.
"We're not joking," Abbey said, running her fingertips up my bare leg.
I cock went fully rigid.
"OK, OK," I said. "Just stop teasing me, or I won't be able to stand up to do anything."
Maria bent towards me and started nibbling my ear.
"Young lady, we make the demands tonight, not you," she whispered.
Fortunately, they didn't force me to stand up until I had calmed down, but that took a good half-hour.
Later that evening we stood in line for a club, the three of us were sandwiched between two groups of guys. The group in front seemed shy and nerdy. The group who approached behind us, however, were a bit more boisterous.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies," said a tall, well-built guy as he sauntered up to us. "Looking good!"
He grinned, his body language oozing an upbeat confidence. I looked at his arms bulging through his shirt. I couldn't help but bite my lip.
"Thanks," I said shyly, then stroked my hair.
The other girls laughed at me. "You little flirt," teased, Abbey under her breath.
I blushed.
The guy looked me up and down, then smiled, clearly liking what he saw.
"Nice dress. Give us a twirl."
He took my hand in his and expertly spun me around.
The other guys in the group cheered.
I gulped, suddenly feeling very feminine. He continued to hold my hand. My heart started beating faster.
"Why don't you introduce us to your friends?" he asked.
"OK, err... I'm Sarah," I said, "Err, this is Abbey, and this is Maria."
"Hey," Abbey and Maria replied, but they weren't looking at him, they were looking at me.
"So you're from bonnie Scotland?" the guy asked, badly mimicking a Scottish accent. "Ever tossed a caber?"
The group of guys laughed. So did the two girls.
"Oh ha-ha," I said, grinning. "Not everybody in Scotland plays the highland games."
"Only teasing, love," he said, pulling me in for an embrace. As I felt his muscular body press against mine, I felt my dick start to stir. "I know a wee girl like you isn't strong enough to toss a caber yet." his hands grasped my upper arms and compressed my flesh. "I'll just have to let you practice with mine."
Everyone laughed. I panted -- imagining myself with his stiff dick in my hands--
or in my mouth--
or in my ass.
Then I remembered myself. I took a step back and grasped my handbag in front of my crotch. I begged my dick to stop its uncomfortable ascent in my knickers. The guy looked at me quizzically, probably because of the sudden change in my reactions to him.
Abbey came to my aid.
She leaned over to the guy. "I think Sarah has just remembered that she's got a boyfriend," she said.
"Ah," he grinned, looking straight at me, "well I guess he can make the bed for us in the morning."
Then he winked. My mouth dropped. Oh Jesus, the thought of him fucking me was overwhelming. Beneath my handbag my dick strained against its lacy prison.
"Some of us, however," Abbey said, "aren't so encumbered."
"Oh really?" he said.
And Abbey began to do what she was best at: flirting. The guy seemed more than happy to engage with her.
"Thank you," I whispered into her ear as we entered the club.
She flashed me a wicked grin, "You're ours tonight, not his."
Later that evening, the three of us girls were huddled in a secluded alcove in the club. A curved sofa ran along the wall and a little table perched in the middle. My breath was quick. I'd experienced a few new things that evening: dressing as a girl in public, being looked at and admired, being chatted up by a hot guy. I was still in a state of giddy excitement. People thought I was cute. People wanted to flirt with me. People wanted to fuck me. I needed to masturbate, or get some kind of relief. My cock was swelling at the slightest stimulation.
I sat in the middle, Abbey on one side, Maria on the other.
"OK, so I get that you like guys and girls," Abbey said, "but which do you like most?"
"I'm not sure. Both equally, I guess."
"I think you like guys more," she said. "You were totally drooling over that guy we met outside."
I took a deep breath remembering him.
"He was cute, but girls can have the same effect on me."
"What about us?" she asked. "Do we have that effect on you."
I paused, trying to find the right words. Yes, of course they fucking did. Both of them.
"I think you're both very beautiful," I said.
"Oh do you?" Abbey beamed. "Then why haven't you tried to fuck me?"
I gulped. I couldn't think of a good lie, so honesty won, at least a partial honesty.
"Oh, you'll have slept with people much better than me. I don't know if I could satisfy someone like you. I wouldn't stand out from the crowd. I know you've slept with some guys who are really good in bed."
"I haven't slept with a sissy girl," she grinned.
I looked at her as she grinned at me. Her little pink dress clung to her tight, nineteen year old body. I took a deep breath.
"I could never work you out," she continued, "you were always staring at me, especially my legs. But whenever I offered anything to you, you just turned me down. Now I see you were just a scared little bitch."
My face began to go red. Her grin didn't fade.
"Don't worry sissy girl," she said, "you don't need to know how to excite me. I know exactly how to enjoy myself when I've got someone to torment."
She swung her legs round and draped them across my lap.
"So you like my legs then?" She stared at me, biting her lip.
I gulped again, as her firm flesh pressed down on my dick.
"You... err... have very sexy legs," I stammered.
"I know," she said, beginning to rub her shapely calves directly over my crotch, "guys can't resist them."
"Abbey," I said, "don't do this, not here."
My cock began to swell. I could feel it getting harder and harder, creating a tent in my knickers and my dress.
Abbey didn't stop teasing. Her satin skin slid back and forth over my straining erection. Wave after wave of excitement flooded through me.
"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me?"
I panted. Of course I did. All the fucking time. I nodded in embarrassment.
"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me in all my short skirts and dresses?"
"Abbey, Jesus Christ, just stop. We're in a club!"
Abbey showed no intention of stopping. I clenched my teeth and threw my head back.
"Do you blow your load wishing you could worship my legs?" she said, clearly enjoying herself. "Are you going to blow your load right here?"
My breathing was ragged. Each little motion of her calves sent a throb of maddening pleasure through my cock. I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I could feel the pressure building, desperate for release.
"Abbey, stop it. I'm gonna cum."
"Poor girl," Abbey cooed. "Are you gonna fill your knickers with sperm?"
I was near the edge. My fists bunched. My eyes screwed closed.
"Seriously, Abbey, stop."
I was going to cum. I was seconds away from it. It was inevitable. I started to panic, trying to rise from the seat, but her legs just pinned me to the spot.
"Abbey stop! Please!" I said, panting and wheezing.
"Ok," she said with a giggle, then removed her legs.
My eyes flicked open. My jaw hung agape.
I looked at Abbey as she laughed. Then I looked at my dick straining.
I wailed in frustration. I was right on the fucking edge.
"What the fuck?" I gasped.
"I thought you wanted me to stop?"
"I did... but... oh God... I can't even think!"
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gging for more stimulation. It was unbearable. A little wet spot glistened on my dress where my pre-cum was leaking through.
"Hey Maria," Abbey said, "fancy going for a dance?"
"Sure," Maria said.
"Abbey... seriously... you can't leave me like this."
"Bye babe," she said with a grin. "See ya later."
I watched her as he got up and walked away: my eyes glued to her little waist, her firm ass, and her long bare legs. I whimpered in my seat, horny and alone.
I grabbed my handbag and clutched it to my groin. Was my erection ever going to go down? I rocked back and forth in my seat, hyperventilating. I could see Abbey and Maria on the dance floor, dancing sexily next to a column supporting the ceiling. I could barely stand watching them, but my eyes couldn't look away. Their gorgeous bodies snaked and gyrated setting my hormones aflame.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave--ideally to a bed with those two girls in it. I'd do whatever they wanted. And it needed to happen that very second.
I checked that nobody was watching me, slipped my hand under my dress and tucked my dick under the elastic of my knickers. Held secure like that, I guessed that it wouldn't make such a large bulge if I stood up. I often did the same thing with my belt when wearing my usual guy-wear and it usually worked.
I stood to my feet, but kept my handbag in front of my swollen, aching cock. Then I scurried over to the girls.
"Abbey, please can we go?" I begged. "I can't stand this."
"But the night is young," she said with a grin, getting up close to me.
"Just dance with us," Maria purred in my ear.
"Please, you can do anything you like to me, we just need to go!"
"Oh, I can do anything I like to you, can I?" Abbey giggled. "I'll remember that!"
Maria pressed her tits against my back. Another dribble of pre-cum spilled from the tip of my dick.
"Maybe we want to have some fun with you here," she cooed over my shoulder.
She hooked her arms through my elbows and held tight, pinning my arms behind my back. I tried to pull away, but she was too strong. The male part of me felt the pang of humiliation that comes with being beaten in a strength competition by a girl. I could no longer reach to cover my groin with the handbag, no matter how hard I strained.
"Maria, let me go! People are going to see the bulge!" I hissed.
"Why don't you dance for him Abbey?" she suggested.
"Oh God, no!" I cried. "People are gonna see, girls, please can we just go?"
Abbey stood in front of me, then ran her hands over her thighs, then up her waist, over her firm tits, then through her blonde hair. She fixed me with the biggest grin and slunk towards me.
My body started to shake. She reached down and touched my thighs with her fingertips, then raked them upwards. I shuddered and wailed as little electric shocks of sensation fired through me.
Then she turned and rubbed her ass against my dick. Moans left my lips as she started to grind on me.
"There," she purred. "See, you're dick is all hidden under my ass."
"Abbey... I'm going to cum... let's just go home... you can do whatever you like to me there... just don't do it here!"
She continued circling her firm, nineteen year old flesh against my straining cock. I was going to cum. I knew it.
"You're my little bitch," she said, "and I can do what I want!"
Every circle of her ass sent a pulse of overwhelming bliss through my body, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh God," I cried. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God!"
She looked over her shoulder at me, staring at me with the sexiest, most evil look I had ever seen. I twisted and writhed to free myself. My muscles tensed and strained. But it was no use. Maria was too strong.
"Fucking hell!" I seethed. "I'm gonna..."
My words cut short.
I felt a surge of semen rush up my dick, then powerfully erupt from the tip. I felt big ropes of cum spurt out onto my body inside the dress. Once, twice, three times. My knees gave way and I flailed pathetically, but Maria held me firm. Abbey laughed wickedly and milked me with her ass. Seemingly endless contractions gripped my cock, eking ever more juice from my loins. My body was ruined, utterly ruined.
Eventually, Maria let me go. I stumbled, trying to retain my footing. My dress was covered in shimmering wet spots. My mind was gone. My mouth hung agape. My hands shot in front of me, once again covering my still-twitching dick with my handbag.
"Ok, we can go now," Abbey giggled.
My dick sagged back into my knickers as Abbey and Maria led me out of the club. People gave me funny looks, but nobody made a comment. Maybe they just thought I was drunk and I'd spilled my drink--not that I was a stunned sexual wreck, coated with my own cum.
I remember little of what happened next. My heart was beating too fast. I thought I was going to pass out. I can just about recollect that we found a taxi kiosk and ordered a journey home. It was not long before we were on our way. This time, our ride was a big people-carrier, with ample room in the back. The three of us sat on that back seat - with me in the middle.
"We are going to ruin you when we get home," Abbey goaded.
I just sat there panting.
"Yeah, we're going to put something in your ass," Maria laughed. "You're going to be our whore for the evening."
They pressed their bodies against me and I started to get hard all over again. Yet again, I gripped my handbag and hid my shame. Tears leaked from my eyes. I wanted to scream.
"Please go easy," I begged. "I'm losing my fucking mind!"
"We're not going to go easy," Abbey giggled, "you said we could do anything we wanted."
By the time we arrived in Abbey's living room, I was falling apart. They ordered me to take off my knickers. Sheepishly, I complied. Then they confiscated my handbag. Then they made me stand in front of the sofa with my hands on my head. I whimpered as I stood there, my desperate cock jutting out through the fabric of the dress. I felt the tiniest of draft of air waft through the room and snake its way up my legs, all the way to my balls.
"Don't move," Abbey ordered.
And the girls ran upstairs, leaving me trembling.
After much laughing and shrieking, they returned with a bag that appeared to be filled with equipment. I had no idea what was in it, but I was terrified. I could only imagine the wicked array of toys that someone like Abbey would possess. Were they really going to put something in my ass?
Abbey and Maria sat on the sofa in front of me. Their gorgeous bodies on full display. Dear God, I wanted to touch them, run my hands over them, fuck them. But all I could do was stand there with my erection straining towards them.
Abbey extracted a leather crop from the bag. My eyes widened.
"Get down on your hands and knees," she ordered.
"Abbey!" I exclaimed in protest.
She slapped my thigh with the crop. I yelped, then sank to the floor. My cock twitched involuntarily in submission.
"I'm horny," Abbey declared, "you've already had an orgasm, so it's a bit inconsiderate of you not to think of me."
I panted. What was she going to ask me to do?
"Have you ever licked pussy before?" she asked.
I was considering whether to lie, but I thought better of it. If my technique was woefully poor she'd soon discover my deceit.
I shook my head.
"Then I'll educate you," she said.
She hiked her dress up and parted her beautiful legs to reveal a pair of red panties. A damp spot glistened on the front. She reached down and pulled her panties down her legs, putting her wet, bald pussy on display. It was the first pussy I'd ever seen in the flesh. I could see her engorged clit; her dark-pink outer lips--swollen with excitement; her thick inner lips that shimmered with juice; and the hint of her delicious slit, beneath the folds.
I panted. Jesus Christ. Was this actually happening?
"Crawl forward little slut," she said, slapping me across my back with the crop.
I complied instantly, bringing my face towards her crotch. The smell of her pussy entered my nostrils. I almost passed out with lust. My body started to shake all over again.
"The first rule of pussy licking is that you start slow," she said.
"Now, get your head real close, and lick along the creases between my crotch and my legs."
I moved forward and traced my tongue along the crease. First on one side, then on the other.
"Mmm, nice," Abbey said.
"Now I want you to lick me slowly all along my pussy, from bottom to top."
I moved forward and licked from base to top. As my tongue moved, it became coated with her sweet primal juices. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.
"Mmm," she groaned, "yes, just like that, good girl."
"Now push your tongue inside me, just here," she said, pointing towards her wet slit.
I pressed my tongue forward, entering her. I slowly licked around, extracting a groan of pleasure from her lips. It felt so warm, slick and velvety. I pushed my tongue in and out of her, and her breathing became quick.
"Now gently suck on my lips... please no teeth... just use your lips."
I complied, sucking her beautiful flaps of skin into my mouth, one after the other.
She wailed in pleasure. "Oh my God, yes!" she cried. "That's it!"
"Now lightly flick your tongue up and down my clit," she said, pointing to her hard little nub.
I licked and I felt her body tense. "Yes. Oh God. Just there," she moaned.
And I lapped away.
She grabbed my head and drew me closer. "Lick me slave girl. Just keep on licking me!"
She ground her crotch aggressively towards me, smearing my features with juices. I kept on licking as she rode my face. I desperately wanted to reach around and jerk my dick. I needed to get myself off, but I didn't dare do anything that would incur her wrath. I just licked and suffered in desperation.
Abbey's gyrations became harder. I could feel her body begin to tense. "Don't stop slut," she rasped. "Just keep on fucking going!"
Then her words descended into deep moans of pleasure. She was going to cum. For the first time in my life I was actually going to make a girl cum.
"Fuuccckkk!" she cried.
Then she started to shudder. I felt the contractions of pleasure hammer through her. She roared in exhilaration, but I kept on going.
"That's a good little slut!" she moaned. "Very. Good. Little. Slut."
She continued to milk the after-shocks out of herself, using my mouth and face. Then eventually, she pushed my head away, and slumped back into the sofa with a huge grin plastered over her features.
"Oh you're going to service me like that again," she said, between her panting breaths.
"That was so hot," said Maria. I'd almost forgot she was there. "Now it's my turn."
I gulped. I was going to get to taste her as well?
I stayed on the floor on my hands and knees as Maria rose to her feet, then peeled her tight jeans down her legs. I was captivated by the creamy smoothness of her skin. She pulled her knickers down too, revealing her delicate pink pussy. Lighter than Abbey's, but just as beautiful. She too was shaved and smooth.
She lay down on the floor beside me, grabbed a cushion and put it under her head.
"I like it differently," she said, "and you're gonna do me just how I want it."
I nodded.
"First of all, just crawl between my legs and do what you did to Abbey."
I shifted my body to face her, bent down, and licked along the creases between her crotch and thighs - then lapped long and slow, up and down her pussy. Maria exhaled in pleasure. Then I slipped my tongue into her wet little slit.
"Shit. That feels good!" she moaned.
Then I sucked her lips gently into my mouth.
"Good girl," she gasped. "That's right."
Then she made her next demands.
"Crawl round to the side of me," she said, "so you can lick across my pussy. Across, not up and down."
I complied, eager to do all I could to please the beautiful girl next to me. I crawled next to her, my body ninety degrees to hers.
"Use one hand to spread my lips, so you can get to my clit," she ordered.
I used the fingers of one hand and spread her gently. Her hips started to gyrate, grinding up into thin air in anticipation.
"Now slowly lick across my clit."
I licked. Then again. Then again.
"A little lower," she ordered.
I shuffled my body, then licked a little lower.
At that, she let out a groan of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's the spot. Just keep doing it right there!"
"Good girl," Abbey said, bending down towards me. "You're good at taking orders aren't you!"
I nodded as I licked.
"Now slowly slip your middle finger inside me, palm facing up," said Maria.
I took my middle finger and gently coated it in her juices for lubrication, then I gradually pushed inside her.
She trembled.
"Now as you lick, do a come-hither motion with your fingers."
I complied.
"God yes," she moaned. "Yes... that's right... keep doing that!"
As I licked and fingered her wet pussy, her breathing became ragged. I couldn't help but moan myself. My dick was about to burst. The urge to jerk was un-ignorably intense.
Maria's hips bucked into me in time with my licks.
"Yes!" she seethed. "Yes... make me cum... make me cum... bitch."
Her hand slapped down on my head and pushed me down closer.
I licked and licked and licked.
"Yes... yes... yes..." she screamed.
Her back started to arch. I sensed she was close. Her hands balled into fists.
And then she came, with her body trembling all over the floor. A little squirt of juices ejected itself from her pussy. I watched her, on my hands and knees, as my cock dripped in need between my legs.
As Maria came down from her high, Abbey resumed her goading.
"You're a good little pussy-licker now," she declared. "We're just going to use you to get off whenever we want!"
I looked up at her with pleading eyes.
"Can I cum too please?" I begged. "I'm so fucking horny..."
Abbey flashed me another one of her grins.
"Perhaps," she said. "Do you cum when you get fucked in the ass?"
My eyes widened. Oh God. Is that what they were going to do?
I nodded. Yes I had cum when I'd been fucked in the ass. I'd cum very hard. It was a feeling like no other. The thought of being fucked again made me feel dirty, submissive and insanely horny.
Abbey leaned over to her bag once more and extracted not one, but two, strapn dildos.
"You said you'd do anything for us, remember?" she said. "This what we want."
She stood up and slid the harness up her legs and strapped it firm. A big, angry looking black dick protruded towards me. To the side of me, I saw Maria getting to her feet, grabbing the other strapn and doing the same. Her face was plastered with postrgasmic bliss.
Both girls looked at me with wicked, hungry eyes.
"You take her ass," Abbey said to Maria, "I want to fuck her pretty little face."
Abbey walked in front of me, knelt down and pointed her black rubber cock towards my face.
"Now I want you to suck," she ordered.
I crawled forward, opened my mouth and slid my lips around the cock. My own dick twitched, as fresh waves of arousal surged through my veins.
"Good girl," Abbey cooed. "Suck it nice and good."
My mouth slid back and forth along the shaft and my balls tightened. I was going to cum again. I just knew it.
"Now look up at me," she demanded.
My eyes strained up, and I saw Abbey's stunning face, grinning down at me. Pre-cum leaked once more from my dick.
"Lube her up, Maria."
My mouth moaned around Abbey's dick, as Maria lifted up my dress. Then I moaned even louder, as I felt the cold sliminess of the lube rub around my asshole, then right up inside my rectum.
"You are going to moan so fucking bad," Abbey exclaimed with glee. "I bet you want this though, don't you?"
I nodded, my lips still wrapped around her artificial dick.
"I want you to say it," Abbey demanded.
I slid my mouth off the dick.
"I want to be fucked," I said.
"Louder!" Abbey demanded.
"I want to be fucked!" I cried.
"Tell Maria to please take your slutty little ass!"
"Please Maria... take my slutty little ass. I need it!" I moaned.
"Go on Maria, give this whore the fucking that she wants!"
I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt the tip of Maria's shaft press against my anus.
She pushed forward slowly and the cock slid its way inside me. Tears leaked from my eyes as my asshole expanded, but my dick twitched once more as I felt the Maria's intruder ease over my prostate.
She started to thrust back and forth. At first slowly. Then faster. Waves of pain and pleasure flooded through my body. My dick strained into thin air, unbearably rigid and drooling pre-cum.
"Open your mouth," Abbey demanded.
I complied, then Abbey started to fuck my face--ramming her cock in and out of my mouth.
I grunted and moaned in utter submission.
"I think this slut likes being spit-roasted," Abbey exclaimed, "look at her fucking moaning! She likes taking two big cocks like a filthy little whore."
"Do you like this Sarah?" Maria asked from behind. "Do you like being our bitch?"
I emitted an involuntary, muffled scream as they violated me. My dick started to twitch hard and fast. It was going to explode. I clenched my fists.
"Spank her, Maria."
I squealed as a strong hand slapped down onto my ass.
"Harder," Abbey demanded.
Another smack juddered through me. My ass stung. I was about to lose it. I no longer had any control over my mind or body. Everything was sensation, all consuming, over-powering sensation.
"I think she's about to cum," Abbey said, looking down at me.
"Are you gonna cum little bitch?" Maria cried. "Are going to blow your load?"
I moaned loudly as I felt the rush. Sperm flooded along my shaft and spurted from the end. I roared in pleasure. Rope after rope of cum ejected itself onto the floor. My body spasmed and my arms and legs collapsed from under me. Maria and Abbey withdrew their cocks and I shuddered on the floor unable to move.
"Oh God, that was hot!" Abbey squealed.
"Did you enjoy that, bitch?" she continued, whilst grabbing my hair with one hand and her crop with the other.
I nodded, my muscles like jelly. My cock still pulsing in ecstasy, spurting ever smaller globs of cum from the tip-nto the floor and onto my dress. Abbey wasn't going to let me just lounge on the carpet though. She pulled my hair more firmly, dragging me back up onto my knees.
"Look at the fucking mess you've made!" she barked at me. "You've got cum all over the floor."
"Yeah..." said Maria, "someone had better clean that up."
I tried to stand, but I couldn't. Abbey slapped my thighs painfully with the crop.
"No we don't want you to mop it up with tissue," she said, "we want you to lap it up like the little cum guzzler you are!"
"Have you drank cum before?" Maria asked.
I nodded in humiliation. I'd tasted cum before. I'd had my slutty mouth filled with it.
"Then get down and lick it!" said Abbey, pushing my face down towards the copious globs of white goo.
With my face burning red, I hauled myself towards the mess and licked.
I groaned as the salty flavor filled my mouth.
"Good girl," Abbey said. "You like that don't you?"
I didn't reply. I was too mortified.
She slapped me hard on my ass with the crop. My squeal reverberated through the room.
"Answer me when I ask you something," she demanded.
"Yes," I moaned. "Yes, I like it."
"Good girl," she said smugly.
I gobbled down all the cum, then looked up at the beautiful goddesses next to me.
"So what do you say now we've done all this to you?" Maria asked, her hands on her hips.
"Thank you?" I ventured.
"Right answer," she replied.
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Star Fox : The Lounge of Lust By : Archetypeangel
Disclaimer - This story is a work of fan fiction and contains adult material. If you read you agree that you are ok with adult material.
Introduction
In the depths of space team Star Fox has just defeated a brutal enemy.
"Way to go team, another one of Andross' factions destroyed!", Fox Mc Cloud exclaimed. Falco said, "They were no match for our superior firepower!", over the intercom. Then Peppy O'Hare said, "You are becoming more like your father Fox.". Shortly after Slippy came on the intercom and said, "Hey, what about me?!". The rest of the team replied by saying, "Shut up Slippy!".
Shortly after team Star Fox headed back to the ship for some rest before their next battle ...
Story
Falco, Fox and Falco were relaxing in the ship's lounge and getting close to heading to bed.
"Well guys, I am bushed ... time for me to get some sleep. Good night everyone!", Slippy said. They replied, "Night Slippy.".
Slippy walked out of the lounge and proceeds to his room to sleep.
"Looks like it's just us now.", Falco said.
Then he locked the door to the lounge so Slippy wouldn't be able to bother them. Fox was sitting all alone on the couch and looked a bit nervous.
"I think I am going to head to bed too Falco.", a noticeably shaken Fox said. "Aw, what's wrong ... afraid you will like it?", Falco said arrogantly.
A few days earlier Fox and Falco were in the ship's showers and Falco made a move on Fox. They had sex that night and since then Fox has been a bit cautious of Falco.
"Come on now, you didn't complain last time .. as I recall you loved it.", Falco said.
Falco proceeded to move his hand slowly down Fox's chest and into his pants. Fox was quivering but not resisting.
"Ah, I knew it .. I knew you loved it.", Falco said while caressing Fox.
Then grasped Fox's hot, throbbing member and felt Fox jump. Fox pushed Falco's hand away and got off the couch.
"What is your problem Falco?" Fox said. He then thought, "Why am I so turned on ... I hate how Falco treats me like a bitch. Well, it did feel great last time ... what, no I will not do that again.".
Falco sat on the couch and pulled down his pants, revealing his plump, juicy cock.
"You know you want to ... it's alright, the others don't know.", Falco said while rubbing himself. Fox was unsure of what to do and said, "I, I don't know ...". "It's alright, there's nothing wrong with wanting to.", Falco said with confidence.
Fox then proceeded hesitantly over to Falco and sat next to him on the couch. He then slowly leaned down and started to suck Falco.
"That's it, I knew you couldn't resist.", Falco said with arrogance.
Falco placed his hand on Fox's head and moved him closer and closer each pass. Fox was loving having Falco's huge member inside his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue, moving up and down from top to bottom. Falco then put his hand under Fox's chin and raised his head up. Fox had spit drooling from his lips to Falco's cock.
"Now then shall we move to the next part?", Falco asks.
Falco bends Fox over on the couch and slowly pulls down his pants.
"Wa..wait Falco.", Fox whimpered. "Don't worry Fox, you will like it.", Falco replied.
Falco slowly licks Fox's ass and sees Fox's tail jump up. Fox bites down on his lip to try and keep from letting out his cries of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good Falco.", Fox yells in pleasure. "I knew you would love it Fox. Let's keep going ...", Falco said.
Falco licks his finger and slowly pushes it inside of Fox's tight and warm body.
"Uhn, Fa..Falco be gentle ...", Fox cries.
Falco then pulls his finger out and leans over to talk in Fox's ear.
"I want you to tell me that you want me.", he whispers. Fox, "I, I don't know Falco ..".
Falco straddles Fox from behind and pours lube on Fox's ass. He then grabs his member and slowly rubs it on Fox's ass.
"Tell me you want it Fox.", Falco said. "Falco ... I .. I". "Yes?". "I want it Falco, I want you inside me!", Fox yells in shame. "That's a good boy ...", Falco said.
Falco slowly pushes himself inside of Fox and feels his tight ass quiver. Fox leans down and sticks his tail straight up, submitting himself to Falco. Falco then proceeds to pump Fox's ass faster and faster.
Fox, "Falco, your dick's so big ... you're so deep.". "Tell me that you love it bitch.". "Oh Falco .. I love it!", Fox screams.
Falco grabs Fox's tail and fucks Fox harder and harder. He then pulls out and sees Fox's gaping ass. Falco sits down and looks at Fox.
"Come here ..", he says.
Fox sits up and then slowly slide down on to Falco's member. Falco begins to fuck Fox again and grabs Fox's cock.
"Want me to make you come Fox?", Falco asks.
"Yes, oh god yes.", Fox exclaims.
Falco begins to stroke Fox's cock as he pounds his ass. A short while after Falco feels Fox's ass tighten and his cock begin to quiver.
Fox, "Oh .. Fal.. Fal ... ooohhhh!".
Fox shoots his creamy spooge all over Falco's hand and his chest.
Falco, "Who fucks you the best Fox?". "You do.". "Tell me I am the only one you want to fuck you.", Falco said. Fox replied in Ecstasy, "You are the only one I want to fuck me Falco.". "Good boy", Falco said in pride.
Falco feels that he is about to cum and pulls Fox off of him.
"I want you to swallow all of this.", Falco demanded.
Fox kneels down in front of Falco and opens his mouth eagerly. Falco's cock explodes with spooge and fills Fox's mouth. Fox then swallows it all and begins to wag his tail.
"I told you, you would love it.", Falco said.
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Dee moaned softly as she slid her hand over my chest. I smile, watching the sunlight move across the ceiling. From the street, I can hear the garbage truck rolling by.
Last night's rain had given way to a very nice day. Dee sighs softly as she sleeps, my hand petting her head gently.
It was finally getting warm out. I'd have the check my air conditioner, talk to my landlord about installing it into the window. I'll have to make sure Dee was at Jenny's that day.
Dee moans softly as I look down at her, seeing her open her eyes as she rest her chin on my chest. She smiles. "Good morning Daddy" she says softly.
I smile back. "Morning Dee. Sleep well?"
She giggles and nods, nuzzling my chest. "Mmm, I'm still tingling." I scratch her ears gently as she sighs, moving up and kissing my lips gently.
"Mmmm". I smile and pet her gently. "So what do you want to do today?" I ask, running my fingers though her hair.
Dee moans softly, kissing my neck as she reaches down and grabs my soft cock, rubbing gently. "I don't wanna leave this bed Daddy" she whispers lustfully.
I moan softly as I feel Dee playing with my cock, smiling as I kiss her nose gently. "I would love nothing more baby... but you know I have school."
She whines softly and lies down, burying her face in my chest. "Noooooo." She peaks up at me with one eye. "I don't like your school. It ruins my horny."
I laugh and pull Dee up, kissing her deeply. She moves her hips, grinding my crotch gently as I pet her, smiling.
"I have some time..." I whisper softly. Dee giggles and kisses me as I press my hard cock against her.
After class, I make my way home, stopping at the Farmer's Market to buy Dee some fresh vegetables. I stop and look around, feeling the warm breeze on my face.
God I love this time of year.
It's warm, everyone is coming out from their homes and stretching after a cold winter all huddled up... It feels nice.
As I'm making my way home, I stop, hearing a crash in the alley. I look down, seeing a knocked over trash can and a blur.
Damn rats in this city. I look around. I've heard they get as big as cats, but considering how big I saw Kit get... well I'd rather not mess with any rats.
Later, I sit with Jenny at her table, waiting for Dee. She'd wanted to show off her cooking skills, so we decided to have a nice dinner with friends.
Kit, dressed as a rather provocative maid girl, smiles and pours some wine for Jenny before leaving into the kitchen.
"You're wondering about the dress?" She asks, obviously seeing me staring.
I turn and chuckle. "Ok, that's kind of weird."
"I like it" she says with a shrug, sipping her drink. "I think she's cute."
"I'm not arguing. But where did you get it?"
"It's custom made. I just had to take her measurements."
"That must have cost a fortune!"
She laughs. "She's worth every cent." Kit comes back with some salads and curtsies a bit before disappearing quickly into the kitchen.
I lean in as Jenny tastes the salad. "Do you think... you know" I ask, nodding towards the kitchen.
"For Dee?"
I nod. "I'll pay of course."
She smirks. "You should try the salad. Dee did a great job."
I smile and pick up my fork, starting to eat.
After we finish eating dinner, Kit cleans up the table as Dee comes in, wearing only a chefs hat and apron as I shoot a look at Jenny who turns away innocently.
"Well" Dee asked softly. "Was everything acceptable?"
I chuckle at her modesty. "It was fantastic. I must remember to come back for more." I joked.
Jenny giggles and raises her glass. "Here, here. My compliments to the chef."
Dee giggles as the fur on her face bristles a bit, a sign that she's blushing. "Well" she hesitates a moment and glances at me. "Kit says a chef who does a good job gets a nice tip."
"Oh does she?" I glance at Kit who giggles and hides beside Jenny. "Well, maybe you should ask Jenny for a tip first."
"Ok" Jenny says quickly. "Dee, take Matt home, and fuck some sense into him."
My jaw drops as Kit hides her face, laughing hysterically. Dee's fur bristles more as she looks away, playing with her apron.
I shake my head and glare at Jenny. "If you want us to leave you and Kit to whatever game you have, you just gotta say so."
Jenny just smiles. "We were going to anyways." Kit squeaks in surprise as Jenny's hand moves under her small skirt. "We just wanted to remain civil right Kit?"
Kit looks down, blushing a bit as her breathing increases. "Yes mistress" she says softly.
Jenny licks her lips. "Unless you want to watch?" She looks at me as I gulp.
I stand before my erection can become evident and walk to Dee. "Then we'd better go. Come on Dee." I say softly as she nods, unable to take her eyes off Jenny and Kit as Kit whimpers softly.
"Dee." I scold. "Come on."
Dee nods and takes my arm as we leave quickly, hearing Kit squeal in pleasured surprises as we hurry down the hall to my apartment.
As soon as I close the door Dee grabs me, pressing me to the door and kisses me deeply. "Mm!" is all I manage, touching her sides gently. She coos and breaks the kiss, nuzzling my neck as she pants softly.
"Ohh Daddy" she whispers. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Kit wouldn't stop."
Kit wouldn't stop? I pause, holding Dee as she whines softly, trying to undo my pants. I grab her hands. "What did you mean by that?"
Dee moans and licks my chin gently. "I don't know. Please Daddy..."
I hold her gently. "No, really Dee." She whines softly and stops, panting a bit as she looks up at me. "What do you mean Kit wouldn't stop?"
Dee sighs, running her hand under my shirt. "While I was making dinner... Kit kept teasing me."
Dee pulls my shirt up, kissing my chest. I chuckle a bit. "Wait, Kit was touching you?"
"Mmhm." She says softly, tugging my shirt off. "I think she really liked the maid skirt Miss Jenny gave her. She kept saying how naughty she felt."
"Ohh damn" I say softly. Dee giggles and undoes my belt.
"Mmm, Daddy. You got so hard." She leans in, kissing my ear gently. "Does the thought of me and Kit playing turn you on?" she whispers.
Damn, I hate how perceptive she is.
She giggles and slides her hand into my pants, grabbing my cock and pulling me though the living room. "I bet if I tell you more I can get you to cum."
I groan. "Dee, you keep rubbing me like that and I'll cum."
Dee smiles and squeezes my cock gently as we enter the bedroom. She climbs onto the bed backwards and pulls my pants down, kissing down my front gently. "Well I don't want that yet" she coos. She rubs my cock gently and leans in, kissing the head gently. "Actually, Kit mentioned she was curious as to how big you are."
I groan. Dee giggles and looks up. "I just felt your cock swell a bit." She kisses gently down the shaft. "Mmmm, I bet you'd like to hear what Kit did to me tonight. I'm surprise you didn't hear us over dinner."
Well shit, now I need to know what happened. "Ok Dee. You win. I gotta know what happened." I touch her head gently as she smiles.
"Well..." Dee moans softly as she glances up at me. "It started after Kit had given you the salads." She blushes a bit as she moves up. "I was in my apron, and as Kit came in, she pinched my butt."
"Awww, no way" I say softly as Dee giggles, kissing my chin.
"Mmhm" She says softly, kissing along my neck as she presses her body to mine. "I'm surprised you didn't hear me." She kisses along my jaw and coos as I touch her back. "So, while we were in there, I was trying to cook, but Kit kept touching me" she whispers, her breathing growing heavy as she tells her story.
"Alright..." I say softly, sliding my hand to her butt and cupping her, pulling her hips to mind as she squeaks softly. "So, what else did that cat do to my baby girl?"
Dee coos as her fur bristles, looking down. "Well she wouldn't stop. And while I was standing there, she just kept rubbing my butt and my legs..." She moans softly as I squeeze her butt, shifting a bit as she kisses my ear. "I told her I needed to focus, so... she st-tartered.." she stops short and whimpers as I touch under the base of her tail..
I chuckle. "You needed to focus..."
She huffs and whimpers. "Instead of stopping, she starts rubbing my p-pussy" she stammered a bit, biting her lip as she presses back, pushing her butt to my hand as I scratch gently. "Ahmm... She... Kit... she came up behind me... mmm." Dee licks her lips and nuzzles my neck. "She started playing with me. S-she was rubbing my pussy... and playing with my br-r-reast..."
"Mmm." I kiss Dee's shoulder, sliding my hand along her butt and touching her slit as she moans louder.
She pants softly as her fingers scratch at my back. "Oh Daddy... Mmm... Kit... Kit played with me... She made me c-cum... But..." She looks into my eyes, licking her lips as she pants softly "It's still not as good as you"
I moan softly and lean in, kissing Dee deeply as I lay her back. Dee moans and kisses back, arching her back as she wiggles a bit under me.
"Oh god" she whimpers, kissing and nuzzling my neck. "I'm so hot daddy! I need you inside me."
Groaning, filled with animal lust, I spread Dee's legs and grip my cock as she whimpers. "Ohh yes Daddy." I lean in, letting my cock slide in as I lay down, hilting myself inside Dee as she gasps softly. "Ohhh that's it... That feeeels incredible."
I groan and kiss Dee deeply, moving my hips as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. I press my body to hers as I thrust harder, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the room as Dee bounces against me. She wraps her legs around me, pulling my close as she nuzzles my neck, nipping gently.
"Ohh shit Dee... mmmm." I kiss her chest gently as she squeaks. I groan louder as I hold Dee close, feeling her trembling as she nears orgasm.
Dee let out a squeak with each thrust. "Oh Daddy! I'm cumming!" she cries out into my ear, gripping her close as I bury my cock inside her.
"Mmm, Dee" I pant out as my cock swells, spraying my warm seed into Dee. I stop and lay down, feeling Dee panting underneath me.
Dee smiles and kisses my neck. "Ohhh Daddy, I can feel your cock shooting cum into me" she whispers.
I groan. I didn't just cum in her did I? I push myself up as Dee coos, squeezing her pussy around my cock as I groan softly.
"Ohhh no.. Dee I'm sorry I should have pulled out I was just so into it..." I stammer out quickly.
Dee giggles softly and kisses my nose. "It's ok Daddy" she says softly. "I've wanted this for so long." She sighs softly and pulls me back down, nipping my ear.
"Well... I suppose once is alright... Since you're not in heat."
Dee murrs softly and sucks on my earlobe, moving her hips a bit as we start fucking once again.
I spent the next few days a little anxious. Damn schools and parents, the shove the idea that if you make one mistake during sex you'll pay for it the rest of your life. I know the odds, and I know that since Dee enters heat, she most likely isn't fertile the rest of the month.
Still... it's hard to ignore things like that. Dee certainly wasn't worried. If anything, my cumming inside her reinvigorated her passion. She kept saying how good it felt...
I'm sure I'm missing something.
Thankfully, as a mixed blessing, Dee came into heat about a week about she'd first told me the story of Kit and her playing. As I was coming home I couldn't help but smile. I was curious as to see how Dee would behave in heat if Kit was making a move.
I knock on Jenny's door as it's opened and a flash of fur pounces me. I hit the floor with a thud and groan.
"Dee... Ow..."
"Not Dee."
I look up as Kit giggles. "You took your time."
I blink. "Do I even want to know why you pounced me?"
"Dee's tied up." She jumps up and grabs my arms, pulling me up." Come on, hurry."
"Ow. Hey!" She drags me inside as I try to keep my footing.
"Come on" she urged. She knocks the door open and pulls me in as I stumble forward.
I turn and look at Kit. "Damn it Kit would you cool it! What is the big rush?" She points as the bed as I turn, seeing Dee tied spread eagle and whimpering softly. "Dee!" I move over and start to untie her arms.
"Ooohh Daddy... No, no" Dee panted out softly.
"She asked me to tie her up" Kit said softly, moving towards me as she runs her hand along Dee's thigh. Dee shivers and moans softly, lifting her hips to Kits touch as I look between them.
"She asked you?" I look at Dee. "Why?"
"It feels nice Daddy" she said softly, biting her lip as she looks up at me.
"She's been waiting for you all day. She's been going at it all day."
"I was wearing Kit out" Dee said proudly. Kit glares at her as Dee giggles and shifts, rubbing her legs together as best she can. "I wanted to wait for you Daddy."
I touch Dee's hair softly as she coos, trying to nuzzle me. From behind, kit grabs my shirt and starts trying to undress me. "Come on. Mistress says this is every man's fantasy."
I chuckle as Kit strips me quickly, pressing up to my back as Dee looks on longingly. Kit slides her hand down my stomach and touches my swelling cock though my boxers as I groan.
"Now, I want to see why Dee's always wanting you" Kit says softly, nipping at my ear. She starts rubbing my cock though my boxers as I groan.
"Damn Kit... That's nice..." I groan as she slides her hand into my boxers and grabs my cock. "Where the hell did you learn all this?"
She giggles softly. "Mistress likes to watch movies with me. Usually it's just girls, but sometimes they have a guy."
I groan as Kit jerks me off slowly. I knew Kit had changed Jenny, but I didn't think it was that much.
I'm brought back to reality as Kit squeezes my cock gently, cooing into my ear as Dee whimpers from the bed. She strains against her bonds as Kit giggles, looking over my shoulder down at her.
"Ohhh, does Dee wanna play too" Kit teased gently, pulling my boxers down to expose my cock. Dee squeaks and nods as Kit rubs my cock harder, kissing my shoulder. "Mmm, I can feel now why Dee likes you so much." She giggles softly and smirks down at Dee. "He is big."
Dee whines softly and tries to move towards the edge of the bed. She looks up at me with pleading eyes as she licks her lips.
"Oohhh Kit... don't tease me!" she pants out softly. "Please Daddy... it's too much... I'm so hot right now." She arches her back and pants softly.
Kit giggles and pulls away, moving to the edge of the bed and runs her hand along Dee's leg. Dee gasps and lifts her hips. Kit cups her pussy and giggles.
"Kit, stop teasing." I say softly.
Kit turns and glances at me. "What?"
"Stop teasing her." I say softly, touching Dee's hair gently as she coos.
"Daddy..." Dee whispers. "Please touch me." I smirk at Kit and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in and kissing Dee's chest gently. She squeaks and arches her back as Kit sits back, watching.
I slid my hand down and rubs Dee's hips gently as I start licking and sucking on her soft breast, enticing soft moans and squeaks from her. Before long I start rubbing her crotch, my finger moving along her slit, her hips rising and falling with each stroke. "Ohhh yesss! Daddy!" Dee whispers.
I smile and bite gently onto Dee's nipple as she squeaks loudly. I chuckle and glance at Kit, her hand buried between her legs as she watches Dee and I.
I turn back and smile at Dee before I start kissing her cleavage as she gasps softly. She starts to coo and giggle softly as I continue to play with her crotch and breast.
"Ohhh Daddy... I can't take it anymore... Please..."
I nibble Dee's breast gently as I reach up and pull down on the rope, letting her hand free as she quickly unties her other, sitting up and moving towards me. She cups my head and starts kissing me passionately as I kiss back.
Groaning, I undo the ropes on her legs, setting her free as she sighs softly. "Mmmm" Her eyes meet mine, glistening with lust before she pounces me, straddling my waist.
She growls softly and leans down, licking my neck as she holds my shoulders with one hand as she grabs my cock with the other. With a soft sigh she slips my cock into her warm folds, shivering slightly. I slid my hands along her sides and legs as she moans, kissing my cheeks softly.
Wish a soft moan Dee sits up, her hips shifting as I feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I groan and smile up at her, rubbing her hips as she smiles back.
"Mmmmm" She moans softly as she starts to move. I groan, pulling on her hips as my cock slides in and out with each gentle thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck Daddy" Dee whimpers. She slides her hands onto my chest as she leans forward, lifting and thrusting her hips harder on my cock. I groan at the increase as I feel Dee's pussy milking my cock harder.
From behind, a soft yelp fills the room. Dee and I both look over as Kit tenses up, leaning against the headboard. She cries out as Dee giggles softly.
"Oooo, Kit's cumming just from watching us..." Dee says softly. I chuckle, watching Kit's fingers digging at her pussy as she pants softly, trying to recover from her orgasm.
Dee sighs softly as she starts moving her hips forcefully again, thrusting onto my cock as I groan. I quickly focus back onto her as I reach up and start playing with her breast, pinches her nipples as she squeaks.
"Ohhh yessss" she hisses out, bucking against my cock like an animal as I slide my hands around to her back, pulling Dee down and kissing her deeply. Our tongues play over each others as I scratch along Dee's spine gently. She arches her back and groans, her hips rising and falling quickly as she breaks the kiss, panting. I kiss along Dee's neck as she moans, gripping the sheets on the bed.
Gently, I start caressing her soft butt as she whimpers. I rub gently, my hands moving with each thrust as Dee pants into my ear.
"Mmmm, Daddy... Oooooo I'm close..."
I smile and nibble her ear as she coos softly. I feel her tense up suddenly with a loud squeak as I lay back.
"Dee?" I ask, a little worried.
She bites her lip, her eyes closes tightly as she arches her back. I look down, hearing Kit giggle softly.
Behind Dee, Kit kneels, her paws touching my hands as she caress Dee's butt. Kit leans in and licks along Dee's butt crack as Dee moans loudly, trembling in my arms.
I start lifting my hips, fucking Dee forcefully as she cries out. Kit moans softly and starts licking as Dee's ass and pussy, occasionally running her rough tongue over my cock as I grunt.
Dee and I move faster, both of us approaching orgasm quickly as Kit licks gently at Dee's crotch. I groan and buck against Dee as she claws gently at the bed, moaning into my ear.
"Ohhh! Ooooo fuck... Ohh Daddy" She nibbles at my neck passionately as she whimpers. "I'm going to cum... Please..." she begged softly. "Make me cum!"
I groan and buck against her harder as she tenses up. I rub her back gently and arch into her, burying my cock into her as she cries out. I feel her tense up as she starts cumming, feeling her hot pussy grow even hotter.
I grunt, feeling my own orgasm close as Dee gasps and coos. "Yess! Cum inside me Daddy! Mmmmm f-f-fuck me!"
I groan and buck harder against Dee, feeling her grinding her crotch to mine. "Mmm, I'm close Dee" I pant out. I arch by back and lift my hips as she moans loudly.
I feel my cock swell as Kit sits up, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock and pulling me out of Dee's pussy as she cries out in protest. "Kit!" I groan softly as I feel Kit take the head of my cock into her mouth, licking gently.
Dee turns, whines softly as I bite my lip, pumping my cum into Kit's mouth as she moans softly. She starts rubbing my sac gently, urging more out as I lay back, panting softly.
Dee whines and grinds her hips along the length of my cock. "Ohhhhh Kit you bitch" she said, panting softly. "You stole my cum!"
Kit licks her lips and leans back. "Mmmmmm, not bad." Dee pouts and looks down at me as I chuckle, still a little drained from the sensations. "Mistress still tastes better" she said softly, sitting back and bringing her knees to her chest.
"Damn it" she whimpers softly, reaching down and touching her pussy gently. "Please Daddy... will you fuck me again?"
I nod and groan. "I Will Dee. I'm going to fuck you." She smiles down at me as Kit kisses my crotch gently.
"Will you fuck me too?" Kit asks softly.
I chuckle and look down at her as Dee turns. "I don't know Kit, I think Jenny might get mad."
Kit giggles and rubs my cock gently. "Mistress doesn't have to know."
Dee cooes softly. I smile up at her. "What do you say Dee? You wanna watch me fuck Kit?"
Dee shakes her head and leans down, pushing Kit back with her butt. "Nooo" she whines softly. "You're mine." she pants softly, grinding her crotch against mine. "I'm s-soo horny Daddy. Kit can have you when I'm not in heat."
I smile and kiss Dee's lips gently, running my fingers though her hair. "My Sweet Dee..."
She smiles and nibbles my neck gently. "Come on... fuck me Daddy... I'm still dripping."
I groan and hold Dee's shoulders gently and slid her off, causing her to whimper softly. "I know baby girl" I kiss her nose gently. "Let me get a drink so you don't fuck me dry alright?"
I climb off the bed as Dee sighs and curls up and I go into the kitchen. I quickly dig in the cabinet for a glass and get some tap water, downing it quickly. I hate to go though Jenny's place like that, but damn... I can't fuck up now.
It's amamzing, the amount of pressure suddenly. Most guys dream of something like this... two girls... no, two beautiful girls...
I sigh and lean against the counter. It takes a lot of energy. Dee's enough of a handful, and she's horny enough... Now with Kit...
I chuckle and shake my head. I'm 22. There is no fucking way I'm not going to pull this off.
I quickly down another glass of water and take a deep breath. Back into the frying pan I think to myself.
I walk out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, freezing in my tracks as the sounds of soft moans and groans fill the room.
On the bed, Kit lays on top of Dee, licking her pussy furiously as Dee moans. Dee, underneath in the sixty-nine position, rubs at Kit's butt and buries her muzzle in Kit's crotch. I stare, watching in the door as Kit and Dee, panting and moaning and squeaking, continue their oral assaults on each other.
I sit on the edge of the bed, groaning softly as I rub my hardening cock, watching the bisexual display before me. Dee leans back and pants softly, her eyes meeting mine as she smirks, licking her lips before burying her face back in Kit's pussy, enticing louder moans from her.
I reach out, gently touching Kit's butt as she coos. Dee moans softly and nips Kit's clit as I lean in, kissing gently along Kit's soft curves. Kit leans her head back and gasps, looking back and smiling at us.
"Unless you're going to fuck me" Kit teased, moving her hips from side to side "then I wouldn't suggest teasing me."
I chuckle and sit back, looking down at Dee. She slips her fingers into Kit's pussy and giggles as Kit visibly shivers and coos softly.
"Sorry Daddy... Kit's a little full right now." Dee giggles and licks her lips. "You'll just have to fuck me again."
I chuckle and move around, spreading her legs as Kit looks up at me. "Come on Matt" she says softly, spreading Dee's glistening pussy with her fingers. I lift Dee's hips as Kit grabs my cock and guild in me.
We both moan loudly as my cock sinks into her velvet warmth. I groan softly as I feel our crotches meet, Kit moving up and kissing my chest as I hold Dee's legs. Kit kissing along my chest gently as I start thrusting in and out of Dee forcefully, causing her to squeak each time my cock disappeared inside her.
"Ohh Daddy... Yes... harder! Fuck me!" Dee cried out as I start fucking her faster. Kit smiles at me and leans down, kissing Dee's clit as she moans loudly.
Suddenly, Dee gasps and lifts her hips. I look down, seeing Kit's fingers running along Dee's butt. She chuckles softly. "Ohhh does little Dee like her ass being played with?" she teased.
Dee moans loudly. "Kit!" she said loudly, protesting. "Not in front of Daddy!" She whines and moans as I start fucking her pussy again, picking up my pace as Kit's teasing makes Dee's sexy moans even louder.
I groan and lean forward a bit, picking up my pace as Dee moans and arches her back. "Yesss! That's it Daddy... fuck me! F-fuck me!" she cries out. I grunt and groan, humping against Dee like a madman as I feel the pressure building up inside.
"Oooo, fuck Dee. I'm close." I groan out, looking down as Kit smiles up to me.
"Wanna watch this Matt?" Kit said softly. I groan and look down as Kit holds Dee's legs up, exposing her pussy and ass, her fingertip playing over Dee's ass hole.
"Kit..." Dee panted out softly. "Please... no..."
Kit giggles softly as she slips her fingertip into Dee's ass. Dee tenses up and cries out, her pussy tensing up around my cock. "Ohh f-f-f-fuck! Ahhhhh!"
I groan and continue fucking Dee as she orgasms. I can feel her trembling as Kit holds her down against the bed. Kit coos softly as she moves her fingertip in and out of Dee's ass, Dee's hips bucking as she gasps and sighs.
I groan and slow down, humping slowly as Dee lays back, Kit pulling her finger out and leaning down, kissing Dee's clit. "Mmmm, that sounded like a good one."
Dee squeaks softly in responds as Kit sits up, straddling Dee's face as she looks down and giggles. "Come on baby... I made you cum..." A deep purr came from kit's throat as she leans forward, kissing me gently. "Now it's my turn."
"Oooo... Daddy" Dee says softly.
I start fucking Dee again, moving harder, grunting with each thrust, her soft moans muffled as she grabs Kit's ass and buries her face in Kit's crotch. Kit moans softly and breaks the kiss as she starts moving her hips, humping Dee's face.
The three of us continued our climb to orgasm as Kit started yowling loudly. I groan and pant for air as I slam into Dee's pussy, biting my lip as I try to prolong the pleasure.
I feel Dee trembling as her pussy squeezes around my cock. Kit, humping harder at Dee's mouth, pants and meows loudly. "Ohhhh gooood... Mmmmrow!"
Kit arches forward, grinding against Dee's face as Dee moans loudly. Kit pants softly as she slows down, savoring her afterglow as Dee lays her head back and squeaks.
"Harder! Harder Daddy! I'm cumming again!" She cries out, trembling and tensing as I rub her leg. She arches her back and gasps out, her pussy tensing up again as I grind my crotch to her.
Kit slips off Dee's face and slides next to her, both of them panting softly as Dee turns her head, kissing Kit's cheek gently. I pick up my pace once again, slamming into Dee's tight pussy. Kit and Dee kiss and moan softly, Kit emitting a deep purr from her throat as I groan loudly.
"Mmm shit... I'm going to cum." I quickly pull out of Dee's pussy as she whimpers softly. I move next to the two girls, gripping my cock as they both coo softly.
Kit and Dee both take a hold of my cock as Kit starts sucking on the head. Dee jerks my shaft gently as I groan and smile. Dee kisses and nibbles Kit's neck before Kit stops sucking, passing my cock to Dee as Dee quickly swallows as much of my cock in her mouth as she can.
"Mmm, here it comes!" I cry out, feeling the pressure explode from inside. Kit and Dee moan out as my cock pulsates, shooting my cum out across their faces as Dee squeaks in surprise. Kit quickly leans in, sucking gently as I shoot another stream of cum into her mouth.
Kit's sighs and leans back as Dee sits up and kisses along my cock, my cum dripping onto her cheek as she moans softly. Both girls start kissing and licking my cock and balls as I groan, touching Dee's head gently as she coos.
Fucking beautiful, I think to myself.
Kit moans softly and starts licking Dee's neck, cleaning my cum off her as Dee squeaks and moans softly. Dee moans softly and kisses Kit's lips gently, moaning at the taste before, leaning in and cleaning my cum of Kit's face.
Ok... NOW, it's fucking beautiful.
I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing Dee's crotch gently as the two girls absentmindedly make out with each other, Dee nuzzeling Kit as Kit purrs loudly.
"What the fuck?!"
All three of us look up, starlted, seeing Jenny standing in the doorway.
"Jenny?!" I cry out, quickly looking around for my clothes.
Dee squeaks loudly and grabs the sheets, covering herself.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jenny demanded, stepping up to me as I desperately tried to get my pants on.
"Now wait a minute, I can explain" I protested, falling back on the bed as I grab my pants.
"You were sleeping with Kit! Matt... Get the fuck out!" She cried out, pointing to the door.
"Kit dragged me into this!" I said, trying to calm her down.
"Yeah, I'm sure you were protesting everything!"
"No, Jenny, it's not like that..."
"No, Matt, get the fuck out of my apartment!"
I grab Dee and my shirt as we both hurry out of the apartment.
Seconds later I lock the door behind me as Dee giggles, leaning against the wall. We both pant softly as she looks at me.
"That was fun" She says softly.
"Jenny is beyond pissed." I look down, wondering if I had been thinking with the wrong head again.
Dee steps up, leaning in as she smiles. "It'll be alright Daddy." Her hand touches my side gently as our eyes meet. "Jenny won't be mad long." She lean in closer and slides her hands into mine. "She's probably mad Kit got to your first."
I chuckle, despite myself. Dee smiles up at me as I move in, kissing her deeply. I move my hands to her hips, pulling Dee closer as she moans softly.
"Daddy" she whispers, nipping my ear gently. "I'm still horny."
The next morning Dee nuzzles my neck as I run my hand along her side. I can feel her soft fur under my hand as I pet her gently.
Dee sighs gently as her eyes flutter open. She smiles and nuzzles up to my neck, kissing softly. "Good morning Daddy" she says softly.
"Morning baby" I whisper back, kissing her forehead. "You sleep well?"
She nods and slide on top of me, kissing my lips gently. "I always sleep well after you fuck me raw." She giggles softly as she sits up, straddling my stomach. "Mmmm, I'm still tingling."
I chuckle and sit up with her, kissing her chest softly as my hand scratches along her spine. "Hmmm, come on. Let's get some breakfast."
Dee giggles softly and slides back, slipping off the bed and brushing her fur a bit. I lean over, pinching her butt gently as she squeaks. "Daddy!" She giggles and leans in, kissing me gently.
A loud knock at the door turns me away from the breakfast Dee had made. I glance at her as she shrugs a bit, before I stand, opening the door.
Jenny stands there, dressed for work as I step back. "Hi Jenny." I suddenly realize I'm only in my boxers as I look away. "Let me get a shirt."
"I've already seen more Matt, let me say what I came to say."
I stand, looking at Jenny as she sighs. "I don't know what possessed you to try and have sex with Kit..."
"It was her." I protested quietly, looking away. "She dragged me in."
"She mentioned that, but that still doesn't make it ok."
I tilt my head. "I don't..."
Jenny holds her hands up. "Don't... just..." She sighs. "I don't know why I'm trying to make this point. You just don't get it."
"Jenny I'm sorry. I didn't know. You never said anything before."
"I should have had to!" She snapped at me. "I shouldn't have had to Matt."
She turns and starts to walk as I lean against the door. She stops suddenly and turns. "What if you had found me in bed with Dee and Kit... what would you have felt?"
She didn't let me answer. She walked away before I could think.
I close the door and sit down, looking at Dee as she smiles.
The days continued to pass quietly as I spent a lot of my time dwelling on Jenny's question. If I had found her with Dee, what would I have said? What would I have done?
I know what my first impulse was. Hell yes, as long as you let me watch. Better yet, let me join. But Jenny is at least ten years older. I mean, she attractive...
I wouldn't mind Jenny if she'd been in bed with Dee. Jenny's our friend... I know she's a lesbian... or, at least she bisexual. I think... With Kit...
A few days later I sat in the park, watching people jogging or going past. It's one hell of a situation. My neighbor hates me for sleeping with her cat...
Fuck man...
Finally, it hits me. It wasn't the fact that I slept with Kit, it was the fact Kit had slept with me.
It wasn't a question weather or not Jenny or I sleep with Dee or Kit or any combination there in... but it's just the fact that Kit, someone Jenny loved, was sleeping with someone else.
What if I had found Dee in bed with some other guy... What would I have done? I'd have thrown him out the fucking window.
I sigh and lean forward on the bench. So this is how Jenny has felt. Fuck me... That was terrible.
I quickly jump off the bench and hurry home. Well, after a quick stop at the liquor store. I get Jenny a bottle of wine, the only thing I can guess would make a nice peace offering.
I hurry though my building, grabbing Dee out of the apartment. "Daddy? What are you doing?"
"I'm making peace with Jenny. Come on." I knock on Jenny's door as Kit answers. She sees me and looks down at the ground, her ears laying back against her head.
"Hi Matt, hi Dee' She says softly.
"Jesus Kit what's wrong with you" I say softly. "What if that wasn't us?"
"Sorry" she whispers.
"Whatever, where's Jenny?"
From the next room, Jenny calls out. "Let them in Kit."
I step past as Kit closes the door, Dee moving next to her and nuzzling her neck. I stop, seeing Jenny sitting on her couch. "What do you want Matt?"
"What you said, about Kit..." I sigh, putting the bottle of wine on the table. "I understand how you feel..."
"You have no idea how I feel."
"No I do I do... It's exactly how I would feel if I found Dee with some other guy. I'd have gone insane..." I look at the ground, taking a deep breath. "I've done some stupid shit in my life, but this is something... This was the worst."
Jenny glares at me. "Did you enjoy it?"
I look up, surprised. "Jenny..." I sigh, knowing I had to say the truth. "It was incredible."
She sighs, taking a minute. Time seems to drag as I wait for something.
"Would you do it again?"
I stop. There was no way that was an offer. "No..." I say, looking at Jenny. "I have Dee..."
"So you wouldn't fuck Kit again?"
I shift a bit. This could go bad very quickly. "Not without you knowing." I say softly. "Because if you did the same with Dee..."
From behind, I hear Kit and Dee. I turn, seeing them both peaking around the wall. Dee's eyes shining as she watches me.
I turn to Jenny. "Dee's my baby. I... I don't know..." Dee walks behind me, hugging me tightly as I wrap my arm around her and hold her close. "I'm sorry Jenny. I didn't think. Kit's your baby..."
Dee and I hug gently for a moment as Jenny stands. Kit walks over worldlessly and nuzzle Jenny.
"It's not ok, you do know that?" Jenny asks.
"I know. But it won't ever happen. Kit's your baby, but I don't want anything to hurt her." I kiss Dee's forehead gently.
Jenny nods. "Kit, can you get us a couple glasses from the kitchen?"
Kit nods and smiles brightly. "Yes Mistress." She scurries off to the kitchen as I smile. Dee quickly lets go of me and pounces Jenny.
"Thank you Jenny." I say softly, walking over and hugging her gently.
"We've got the two most exotic creatures in the world. We have to watch out for them" She says softly.
I smile and nod, looking at Dee. She has no idea.
Later that night, Dee and I lay curled up on the couch, watching the television. Dee lies with her head on my chest and I play with her hair. She sighs softly and tilts her head up, kissing my chin. I chuckle and scratch her ears as she squeaks gently.
"Did you like playing with Kit and I?" she asked softly.
"Yes... I did... but I'm glad we won't do it again."
Dee sighs softly, almost disappointed. "It did feel good though."
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. "Don't worry baby. I'll make sure you keep cumming."
She giggles and nuzzles my chest, as we turn to the TV. "Oh I hate this show." She grabs the remote. "Ohh Daddy can we buy a movie tonight?"
"Come on Dee, you know I can't afford that." I look down at her as she stops and stares. I quickly turn, focusing on the television. "Holy shit..." I whisper.
On CNN, a police had circled something odd in downtown San Francisco. It looks like a raccoon, only... human.
"Daddy..." Dee whispers. I squeeze her tightly, feeling her fur against my skin as goose-bumps form on my skin.
To Be Continued...
All characters Property of JK, 2006.
Comments, Suggestions and Questions Welcome. | Sweet Dee, Chapter 3: Realization by ZeeWeazel | [
"Bisexual",
"F/F",
"M/F",
"Mild Drama",
"Oral",
"Plot Development",
"Threesome",
"Various Species"
] |
4: THE SHOOT
"You have got to be shitting me." was all that Tony could muster. The man on the other end of the phone, some pencil pusher from the radio station, had just told Tony that he'd won the contest and was going to star in a porn shoot.
Tony didn't know how to feel, he wasn't even sure that he wanted to be in a porn film. He had a great sex drive, sure, but he'd always preferred something romantic and intimate.
"Son, are you still there?"
He shakes himself out of his reverie, "Yeah, yeah I'm here." "Okay, get a pen."
Tony fumbles through the stuff on his terribly messy desk and manages to locate a pencil and a scrap of paper.
"Okay."
"It's an outdoor shoot and the meet-up spot is going to be at the Fast Track truck stop where Highway 640 meets Dunnigan Lane in Milton. The time is 8:00am this Saturday. Your contact is the director, Michael O'Sullivan. Good luck kid, wish it was me, haha!" ,and with that the line went dead.
Over the next four days Tony tried to prepare himself but he really had no idea as to how to prepare. His first thought was to lift the weights that had been sitting in the corner of his bedroom and acting as a stop to hold the bathroom door open since he first moved in. He didn't want to look too badly out of shape. Secondly he contemplated on whether or not he should masturbate in the meantime. On one hand if he didn't masturbate and saved up all of that sexual energy he'd be able to go as many times as they needed him to. On the other hand maybe he should masturbate as much as possible so that he won't be likely to cum too quick. In the end he decided upon masturbating twice a day but only letting himself ejaculate once per day. In the meantime he'd watch lots of porn and try to stay aroused as much as possible.
His friends were immensely jealous but to be honest Tony had butterflies in his stomach about the whole thing. He thought about what his parents, his mom especially, would think. He thought about how girls at school would react to him after the news got out. Obviously he'd probably get a lot of skanky pussy thrown his way due to the notoriety but on the other hand many of the decent girls probably wouldn't have a thing to do with him.
Several times he felt like calling it off but the only person he'd spoken too was the guy at the radio station. After some internal debate he decided he'd go and do it, he'd have fun and get a free nut out of it and if he didn't like it he'd never do it again.
The night before the shoot his friends wanted to take him out drinking to celebrate, more likely he thought they wanted him to be hung over and not do so well so he declined. Instead he turned in early and was asleep before 9:00pm. His rest didn't last though, he ended up having an incredibly sexy dream about Raquel and woke up to the familiar feeling of ejaculation. For the first time in probably ten years he'd had a fucking wet dream.
"Are you fucking serious?" he said to himself as he stood up and removed his boxers. He tossed them into the hamper in the bathroom and put on a clean pair before returning to bed. It was useless though, now he was wide awake and thinking about what the morning would bring. On top of that he was now worried that he'd used up some of his "mojo" on that damned dream. He wanted to be a fucking stallion tomorrow, he wanted to go in there and show those porn guys how to do it. Oh well, at least he probably wouldn't bust a nut the second he stuck his dick into a hot porn starlet.
He managed to doze off for another hour or so but ended up waking up for good at 5:00am. He took a nice long shower and made sure to trim up his pubes and do a few other important grooming tasks.
At 7:30 he grabbed his coat and walked out of the door. He had a brief scare when his van nearly didn't start but eventually it did. He was at the truck stop ten minutes early and was sitting at a table sipping on a coffee when a black SUV pulled up. Out of it stepped a tanned blonde-haired girl with the highest heals he'd ever seen. Out of the driver's side door stepped a frumpy looking short little middle aged man with a mustache and some visible chest hair protruding from his half-buttoned Hawaiian shirt.
"Bingo." he muttered to himself.
The girl was attractive, pretty face at least and a nice shape but way too fake for his liking. A couple of other guys got out of the truck along with a cute little brunette with shoulder length hair.
Tony walked outside and introduced himself. They explained that they'd be doing the shoot at a secluded creek nearby and were going to be having the big blonde guy, Darrell, fuck the blonde girl first. He was a real porn star and was going to bang the hell out of her. Then they were going to introduce the "newbie" and see how well he did with a porn starlet. Tony's ears especially perked up when they explained that the cute little brunette was the on-set "fluffer" and would be giving him head while Darrell was working on Felicia, the starlet.
Not really knowing what to say Tony simply locked up his van and jumped into the SUV with them. The back area was loaded with camera equipment of all sorts and the seating was tight but he didn't really mind since he got to sit between the two girls while one of the guys pulled out a camera and interviewed him.
"So this is your first time doing anything like this right?" the interviewer asked him.
"Yes." he knew that he was coming across as visibly nervous, "Should be fun though right?" he gave a cocky smile to both girls and tried to replace his tension with bravado.
"Do you think you can fuck Felicia here as well as the professional?"
Without missing a beat Tony looks directly into the camera and brags, "I'm not a pro, but she's definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow."
From the front seat the director chuckles.
"So you're pretty confident then?"
Again without missing a beat, "I'm confident that if Felicia here can take what I've got to give her she's going to have a good time."
"Haha!" the director laughs, "I fucking love this guy, you got balls man!"
Tony finds himself suddenly filled with confidence.
"I'll tell you what, why don't we get a little behind the scenes footage and have Felicia suck my dick right now?"
He looks over at Felicia and she nods her head in approval. The director just chuckles again and tells the cameraman to get everything.
She unzips Tony's pants and pulls free his flaccid penis. Thus far his nerves have kept him from getting an erection. To counteract any perceived smallness in the size of his penis he pushes the camera up to his face and looks directly into the lens, "Don't worry, it gets a lot bigger." he smiles and winks into the camera.
Felicia pulls back his foreskin with her dainty little hands and bends over and starts to lick the head. Almost instantly it begins to grow in size. "Put it in your mouth." Tony tells her.
She complies and begins sucking up and down on the rapidly growing shaft. Before long Tony is confident that he's reached his full size. Felicia isn't the type of girl that normally does it for him and to be brutally honest she isn't doing a stellar job of sucking his cock but still his dick is in a girls mouth and being sucked on.
"Fuck, it's really fat." Felicia commented as she came up to put her hair into a ponytail.
She continued sucking his dick until they arrive at the filming location. Upon arrival she promptly stopped and got out of the car. Oh well, it's not like it even felt that great. Dick in hand Tony looked over at the little brunette next to him and smiled. He can't wait to see what she can do. Just as the camera turns off and everyone else begins to step out the little brunette leans over and gives his cock a nice big slurp. She sucks from the top to the bottom, all the while making a swirling motion with her tongue, before coming up, giving a smile, and exiting the SUV herself.
The location was a white sandy beach along a slow moving, but wide, stream. The water is very shallow and completely clear. The director and one of the other guys set to work pulling lights, cameras and all other sorts of gear out of the truck.
About thirty minutes later they were ready to go. Tony had spent most of that time sitting in the sand talking to the little "fluffer" girl. Her name was Brittany and she was also a porn starlet but she only did girl-girl scenes. She said that she was doing the fluffer bit today as a favor to the director, only because she loved sucking dick and it wasn't on camera.
About five minutes before they were ready to go she had gotten up and gone over to Darrell to start fluffing him. Tony really liked her technique and couldn't wait until he had a proper turn. They had Felicia get into the water in nothing but a torn white t-shirt and shot some photos of her while Darrell was getting hard.
The camera guy tossed Felicia a little bottle of lube and she proceeded to get her pussy nice and slippery with it. They then called in the male talent. Darrell started off by getting on top of Felicia missionary style on a sand bar. Tony was busy watching them fuck and didn't even notice Brittany walk up to him.
"Clothes off mister." she smiled.
Startled back into reality Tony quickly did as she had asked. As soon as his pants hit the sand Brittany kneeled in front of him and pulled off her shirt and bra. She had some nice perky little tits.
"You like my tits huh?" she asks Tony as he began to remove his shirt. He simply shakes his head in approval. She scoots herself closer and grabs hold of his cock. She goes in for another quick slurp like she did in the truck just to get it nice and wet and then plops it down between her tits.
"Titty fuck me while you watch." she motions toward the action in the stream.
"Yes ma'am." he smiles at her.
He thrusted his dick between her cute little tits for several minutes while Darrell was still taking Felicia missionary style. Tony could vaguely hear Darrell's grunts and Felicia's fake sounding pleasure moans. Hot a hot little brunette like Brittany not been playing with his dick it likely would have gone soft.
Brittany occasionally would grasp his penis and perform another one of her wonderful "slurp" maneuvers on it just to keep things fresh. Eventually she switched it up and started nibbling and licking on his balls while jerking his dick with her hand. All the while he kept watching as the cameraman moved around trying to get good angles of the action in the stream. Darrell and Felicia had already switched positions twice and at least ten or fifteen minutes had passed. Watching Darrell pound Felicia's well used twat doggy style he kept thinking about how he planned to just plow her as hard as he possibly could. Suddenly Brittany grabbed hold of his dick with both of her small hands and began to suck as hard as she could. It was amazing. Tony's knees nearly went weak and after about thirty second he had to remind himself that he wasn't here for a blowjob. It was one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had and his balls began to tighten.
"Stop!" he urged Brittany.
She went down for one more huge slurp before letting his cock pop free from her lips. It stood there, hard as could be, right above her cute little face. Suddenly a single shot of cum erupted from it and onto her smooth pale skin. Tony squeezed down and prevented his orgasm from going any further.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you pop." she glanced over at her director to make sure he hadn't noticed.
"It's ok, I didn't really cum. It was really close though.
He looked up to notice Darrell and Felicia changing positions again.
"Do it some more, I'll warn you if I'm going to cum." at that she smiled, wiped the single spurt from her face and went back down on his cock.
All Tony could do was throw his head back in ecstasy. That tiny little minirgasm had felt really good and he knew from experience that it would only make his final, full orgasm, all the more intense.
Another few minutes went by and another position change out of the two professionals before Brittany picked up the pace and really started working Tony's cock again. Again he felt his balls tighten and this time he thought that Brittany noticed the head of his cock swelling in her mouth. She stopped just in time for him to squeeze down and prevent a full eruption. Instead of a spurt this time a little cum just flowed out onto her tongue. She flicked her tongue at his frenelum and he nearly lost it and went into complete ejaculation but he pulled away and squeezed down harder.
"That's really fun." Brittany commented, "Never seen a guy who can do that."
"I've always been able to do that...wanna see if we can do it one more time?"
She didn't even respond but instead immediately starting licking and sucking on his balls. By this time Darrell was standing over Felicia and jerking off, Tony supposed they were trying to get the money shot so he and Brittany would have to be quick. A few moments later he felt the warm embrace of Brittany's mouth and tongue on his penis once again. Not even ten seconds later she felt him tense once again and let his dick pop free of her mouth. She kept her mouth open to catch and dribble but this time it was a shot. A single thick hot white shot that hit her in the cheek and splashed up into her hair. Tony had to squeeze down really hard and think about anything other than sex, he was so incredibly close to full-blown orgasm. After a moment of cooling down he looked down at Brittany and smiled.
"Can't do that again, I won't be able to help myself next time."
"That good huh?"
"I would love for you to make me cum, but I've got to try to show up homeboy over there." he points to Darrell, still jerking himself off.
"I know. Besides, the director wouldn't be too happy with me if I kept sucking off his talent before they were supposed to be on camera."
At that very moment the director glances over at them and notices a spot of white in Brittany's hair.
"Brittany what the fuck? Did you suck him off on purpose or is he just that quick on the draw?"
She turns toward him and he sees the rest of the shot on her face.
"It's just pre-cum Andy. He didn't really pop."
The director looks at her with disbelief then turns his attention to Tony, "I know this is all new for you but you'd better be ready in a few minutes, and by the way, this is a porn set, if you're going to pop you make sure the camera catches it ok?"
With that Andy turns back to his work, Darrell is still wanking himself off and Felicia is beneath him, making fake sounding sexy noises.
"I'll go gentle this time." Brittany says as she turns back to Tony and begins to suck his dick once again.
Finally, after what seemed to Tony to be at least five minutes of jerking himself off Darrell grunts and shoots four decent sized shots of cum onto Felicia's face. He begins to get nervous, knowing that it's almost his turn to be in front of the camera. Up until this point it's just been him standing on a beach getting a blowjob, an awesome blowjob at that. Brittany apparently senses his tensions and switches to a very gentle sucking motion and begins to caress his balls as well.
"Almost show time big boy." she says as she smiles up at him.
A few moments later Felicia is cleaned up and is kneeling in the water on all fours. It's his turn. Again dispensing tension with a surge of bravado he thanks Brittany for the amazing head and walks over and takes his place kneeling behind Felicia.
"Action!" the director cries out.
Without a second thought Tony leans forward and plunges his cock past the well-worn lips of Felicia's vulva and deep into her vagina. She grunts hard as his thickness fills her up. Tony is surprised, he'd imagined a porn starlet's pussy being a lot looser and deeper but she actually wasn't that loose, and he was hitting her cervix so she definitely wasn't that deep.
Determined to put Darrell, who was now sitting in the shade with a cocky smile on his face, to shame Tony began to hammer the poor girl like there was no tomorrow. He pounded her at least twice as hard as he'd seen old Darrell doing and she seemed to like it. Her moans were much more realistic with him and on top of that they seemed to contain a sort of surprised quality to them. Had the porn star guys not been fucking her right? This only egged him on, he pounded her even harder and in under a couple of minutes her breathing had started to get shallow and he thought he could feel the shape of your vaginal muscles changing shape. She was about to cum! The thought of making this porn starlet get off when even seasoned professionals couldn't got him extremely excited, so excited that he began to notice his own climax rapidly approaching.
"Can I cum in you?" he asked sort of under his breath.
"Yes. Don't stop!" Felicia moaned.
With each thrust he could feel her pussy gripping his dick even tighter until finally he felt them relax and then begin to spasm. Felicia moaned harder than he'd ever heard a girl moan before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she temporarily lost her balance, dunking her tits into the cool water. As Tony's cock began to spurt his hot white cream deep into her lady parts her legs began to shake and she nearly collapsed from pleasure. He wasn't letting her go anywhere though. He grabbed her hips and held her up and kept pounding straight through his orgasm.
Tony looked up and saw Brittany standing behind to the left of the director. She gave him a little smile and pumped her fist in a cheer. He wasn't done though, not by a long shot. Still in a state of bliss from his first climax Tony continued to push his tender member deeper and deeper into Felicia's now sopping wet box. She moaned with every single push. He pushed slower for a minute, just to let her super sensitive pussy feel all of the curves and contours of his still rock-hard cock.
"Alright girl, you ready for the big finale'? he asked.
She simply moaned her acceptance. His grip on her hips tightened and he began to fuck her hard once again. Their coupling was now producing a wet slapping sound and it was turning both of them on. The director caught sight of something white and foamy on Tony's cock.
"Holy fuck did you just creampie her?"
"Damn right," Tony said, staring directly into the camera, "and I'm about to do it again."
"Oh yes!" Felica moaned at the top of her lungs, "Cum in me again, cum in me, cum in me!"
With that he felt her pelvic floor muscles contract and nearly push him out but he was having none of it. He pushed the rapidly swelling head of his dick past them, deep into her cunt and unloaded for a second time. This time was a ball-drainer. He emptied everything into her.
With that Tony leaned forward, dick still firmly buried into her cunt and kissed Felicia on the cheek and spoke into her ear, "Hope you enjoyed that." He made sure to still say it loud enough for the mics to catch it. He stood up and with a sloppy sound his pecker popped free of her still spasming puss. He was still very hard and his manhood was covered with his and her cum.
As he walked toward the beach he shot the camera a wink and made his hand into a gun and pretended like he was shooting it then just kept on walking.
"Holy shit son! That was incredible."
Tony just kept on walking past him. He approached Brittany who promptly dropped to her knees.
"I'm serious kid, you want a job you've got a fucking job!"
"Tony grabbed his own dick and put it down into Brittany's mouth, she eagerly slurped at the plethora of boy and girl cum covering it. Tony kicked back his head and enjoyed the post-climax oral sex. After a moment he turned to Andy, "We'll talk." | Max Hardman: Porn Star Pt. 04 | [
"porn star",
"blowjob",
"doggy style",
"creampie",
"outdoors"
] |
Randy
On the school bus, I'd learned to sit near the front. Right behind the driver if possible. Outside, it was different. In the open air, I was a sitting duck. The bus was easy. Sit by the decent kids and close to the driver and the troublemakers had a line they couldn't cross without at least *some* penalties. And after my mom started driving me to school everyday that last half year, the bus was no problem.
It was everything else- lunches, study halls, recesses, gym classes, the few minutes between periods, *and* after-school activities. All worse. The bus was just the appetizer and dessert of shit on the cake of crap I was forced to eat every day. The worst part was that when I hit fourth grade, all the kids who were the biggest offenders of picking on me had gone to middle school, and the relative peace I got for the last two years in elementary gave my family hope they'd forget about me. Those first few years, the bullying wasn't so bad. The older boys laughed at me and called me stupid names because I was so small, but it wasn't straight-up *violent*.
It wasn't until I came home covered in bruises in the first month of sixth grade that my mom really freaked out.
"What the hell is going on at that school?" She started, staring at me with a look of horror. "Why aren't the goddamn teachers doing their jobs?"
If anyone was wondering where I get my habitual swearing from, now you know.
"They do it when there's no teachers around, mom, and then they cover it up." That afternoon I was sporting a busted lip, bruises all over my stomach and chest, mud on my pants, and a ripped backpack. What had started as an altercation over the last brownie at lunch had grown into a full-blown ass-kicking from an aggressive, testosterone-raging 14-year old already standing at five-five and shaving. Me at 11 looked like I was 8. I was the runt of the class and the favorite target from the big guys with something to prove.
I never fucking understood it. How did beating up the scrawniest, shortest kid in sixth grade when you were in eighth make you such a fucking badass, Jimmy? I often wonder what that meathead is up to, now. Last I even heard of him, he was kicked out of high school for having a bag of weed and trying to swallow it in front of a teacher. Served the asshole well. I hope he's a miserable puke.
"Even when I went down to the elementary school, that rodent of a principal didn't seem to give a shit," mum continued. I could tell she was pissed because she was brandishing her lighter like she could easily burn something down. "'It's up to your son to avoid antagonizing the other students'," she mocked my former principal, "'He needs to ignore them until they go away. Boys will be boys, Mrs. Strand.'"
"Ugh, their idea of fixing the problem was to sit us in the same room and make us talk about why we were 'angry' at each other," I groaned. "And the real kicker is that if I ever tried to fight back, they'd give me detention too."
"If this shit doesn't stop, so help me, Randy..." I saw the tears in her eyes as she stepped forward to examine my split lip. I knew she blamed herself. I was a preemie with low birth weight, jaundiced, always falling under the ideal height and weight for my age, and I never developed much muscle tone, all because cigarettes are an absolute bitch to quit and she couldn't totally kick the habit while pregnant with me. My sister was luckier. Mom always hated what she deemed the result of her weakness in that her first-born kid was doomed to be this tiny, weak little slip of a boy, and she'd really forced herself to stop to have my little sis. She succumbed to the cravings again after Sunny was born, but hey, it's a hard habit to kick. Reasons why I'll never touch the cancer sticks, right there.
And I don't blame my mom. She's human, and she's a pretty good mom all told. Neither one of my parents is what you would call large or strong, anyway. We're a petite group of people. I mean, my younger sister is just a little taller and less thin than I am- she's a tiny pixie to almost everybody else. I was probably going to be fairly small no matter what, and it's not like my mom *wanted* to hurt me. She didn't make the other kids pick me as the prime target for the adolescent bullshit, either.
People are just fucking cruel sometimes. I was smart enough then to know I would never want to be 'that guy'. Not that I could really pick on anybody not younger than me by a few years, but I knew I never wanted to inflict pain on anyone else, ever.
That year, sixth grade, would prove to be the worst and best year ever. Worst because I went through so much shit during the first half of the schoolyear, best because of what came next.
We pulled up that day and my mom turned to me in the passenger seat.
"Okay, Randy, just remember: The counselor is going to check up with you after the first week and if things go fine, you can stay after school and do whatever the hell you want. Promise me if anyone starts the same garbage you went through at our shithole, miserable excuse of a school you'll alert your teachers and we'll figure it out." God she was so scared. More scared than I was, really. I'd sort of accepted my fate by then, and I'd also learned a hell of a lot from the final showdown between me and Jimmy.
"I know mom," I answered delicately. "I promise you things are gonna get better here." Travel in packs when able, befriend the other nerds, keep a network of trusted teachers and advisors. She still reached over to ruffle my messy, spiky hair.
"I'm just worried about you, kid," she replied, looking at me hard. I shrugged.
"Why wouldn't you be, after everything I went through? I just gotta make some friends here and I'll get by." She smiled.
"I hope so, kiddo." With a hug, she let me go, pressing my sack lunch into my hand. I opened that door, and unknowingly stepped into my destiny.
Mickey
Midway the through the year, rumors started flying about the fact we were getting a transfer student. Everybody said they'd heard their friend at Mapleleaf Junior saw the whole altercation: This like nine-year old boy getting harassed by the entire junior football team after school, and the entire computer science club jumping on the star quarterback in his defense. A massive brawl erupted in the classic style, nerds vs bullies, and in the end the aggressors were overwhelmed and beaten back by thirty-five kids wielding thick-ass computer programming guides and D&D props. It became legend, and the guy who'd started it was, as the schoolyard lore went, given permanent suspension and was barred from playing sports for the rest of the year. The kid he'd picked on, well... he was coming to us.
It was the middle of the year. Over the summer I'd bloomed, my childhood adorability beginning its change to young adult beauty. I didn't know then just how pretty I'd be all grown up, but by the time the transfer arrived, I was already the subject of many, *many* crushes, and I loved the attention. Me and Cal were sitting on the steps, a couple of our classmates in pigtails chatting us up about our extracurriculars when the car pulled up. Nothing would have been remarkable about that normally, but first of all, we all knew every car that pulled up and who was in it, and secondly, all the buses had arrived by then and no one knew who or where the new student was. The car suddenly became the focus of all attention. For a minute, nothing happened. The new kid was still in the car, talking to a woman I had to assume was his mom. Their conversation appeared emotional, and we all waited for the door to crack.
When he finally stepped out I don't think any of us were expecting... *him*. He was tiny- four and a half feet, so thin, hunched forward with his eyes down- dragging a brown bag and with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He began a quiet but brisk walk to the main doors, and didn't even seem to realize everybody was watching, he was just pushing through. I was so mesmerized, tweaked by some sense of fate, that I didn't even think to wave.
"Mickey...? Mickey?" Cal yanked my attention back to the moment.
"Oh sorry," I said, shaking it off. "There's a story there for sure." I jerked my chin in the new kid's direction. He made it to the door a couple of minutes later. Didn't get much chance to talk to him until that afternoon, and when I did, the phrase 'changed my life' was the only appropriate thing I could say.
"Hey, here comes that weedy little transfer student," I overheard one of our resident jerks snickering after the final bell. "Everybody says he had to change schools because he kept getting the snot kicked out of him." Somebody else laughed. I held up my hand and waved at Cal, who immediately saw where I was pointing and nodded at me. He'd heard it too. The guys eyeballing the new kid had stopped in the flood of students and were staring over at the front of the school. I paused in my tracks, somewhat off to the side, but surrounded by moving bodies. Cal ducked down, his height minimized and our presence somewhat lessened. The jerks headed out of the line, away from the buses, sniggering and jostling each other. I did not trust their motives.
"We should keep an eye on this," I mumbled to my best friend, and he nodded in return.
"I've been picking up stray bits of info all day," he replied somberly. We began to move. "Seems that the underlying rumor is true. The kid changed schools because he was getting seriously harassed."
"Well I'd rather not see that continue here," I sniffed. "Seriously, what's the point of being a huge jerk?"
Our path deviated toward the new kid, who had veered straight down the sidewalk and was obviously waiting for his mom in the same spot she'd dropped him off. Probably after the buses cleared out, which gave him at least a twenty-minute window. The jerks closed in, and we followed in stealth. I watched the poor kid finally look up to notice who was approaching, and he got that classic 'deer-in-headlights' look. I gritted my teeth.
"Hey shrimpy," the ringleader mockingly called out. "Waiting for your mommy? What's the matter, can't ride the bus like the rest of us because you're chicken?" I rolled my eyes behind the pack of bullies and Cal and I crept forward. We came up right behind them just as Donny Haywood was sidling up to the new kid's side. He stood there, totally frozen, leaning away from the larger body next to him. "You might as well get used to the pecking order around here, because it ain't gonna be much better than before." I could see the newbie cringe and pull a grimace.
"Ugh, what a fucking Neanderthal," the tiny guy piped up, shaky but defiant. His voice hadn't even started to break yet, and I wondered if he was this small because he was some kind of genius, skipping grades. "What exactly are you trying to prove, here? That you can beat up a lowly sixth-grader one-fifth your size for kicks?" Donny snarled and bent forward to grab the guy, and I nodded. Cal stepped into view, making himself known. Standing at five-eight already, and twice as thick as Haywood, Cal was always the biggest and baddest. And he was *backup*. Unlike Don, I only needed one.
"There a problem here?" My friend asked, his tone cool. His voice had already started to change at 12, a few months older than I was. I stepped forward, tossing my beautiful locks over one shoulder. I was the king of sixth grade and no one messed with me for risk of total social isolation. Donny had two fistfuls of new kid's jacket, and I sneered.
"Looks like it to me, Cal," I replied equally coolly. "Why don't you remind Donny what it feels like to be someone else's victim?"
"With pleasure," my tall, stoic friend grinned, grabbing the bully by the shirt and lifting him as easily as he might a bag of garbage. The new kid slipped from Don's hands, aghast, as he began to cower. A sizeable crowd had followed us down from the bus pick-up and was watching with rapt fascination, which we realized when the dust had cleared. Donny's goons backed away as their lead jackass was plucked and carried over to some of the ornamental hedges lining the circle, where Cal finally tossed him into the dirt just hard enough to face-plant him.
"Don't come near us again, Donny," I called loudly, full of prim anger. "What the hell's wrong with you?" I then crossed my arms over my chest and turned, finally seeing the crowd erupt in applause. "No one pulls this crap here, got it? We're better than this!" I pointed at the scattered gang of jerks, who ran over to their friend and hoisted him out of the dirt.
"You're just lucky you have your bouncer!" One of them shouted bitterly. They ran off to the boos and jeers of the students, with the girls being the loudest. I grinned.
"Alright, show's over, move along," Calvin was calling, dispersing the crowd.
Finally the new kid caught my attention.
"Holy shit," he cursed, so easily it was kind of shocking. He had quite a mouth on him for such a little guy. "You've got to be like, the last person I ever expected to jump in." A beat passed. He wasn't sure what to do. "No popular kid has ever gone to bat for me like that before." I smiled.
"I couldn't watch that happen," I snipped. "I don't tolerate bullies, and what happened to you at your old school isn't going to happen on my watch. I'm Mickey." I stuck my hand out and waited for him to take it. Looking nervous, he shifted from foot to foot, looking (way) up at my friend, who'd come back over brushing the dirt off his hands. "That's Calvin, aka Cal. Don't worry, he looks badder than he is."
"I'm Randy," the guy finally said, taking my hand with awe. "So... What? Do I pay you protection now, or am I your errand boy...?" He kinda shrugged, motioning toward the both of us with his hand. The foul mouth and his body language seemed to indicate he was nervous, thus making himself sound tougher than he was, but it still kinda took me aback.
"What? No dude, no," I protested, but Cal sniggered and held out his own hand.
"I think I'm gonna like this guy."
Calvin
"As the do-gooder said, I'm Cal. And now that we've stepped in those guys aren't gonna mess with you again. It would be social suicide." Randy shook my hand too, still feeling us out. He'd been through some shit, you could tell. "Relax, man. We're not going to demand anything from you. My boy here just has a soft heart, and he's too damn chivalrous for his own good."
"Well, I appreciate it. I guess the rumors of my transfer kind of beat me here, huh?" The kid sighed, scuffing at the dirt with his foot. "I guess I'm just doomed to be every jerk's punching bag."
"Like hell!" Mickey replied hotly. "As I said, *not on my watch*. I am not going to tolerate such poor behavior." I had to smile. Even when we were kids, his snits were so adorable. He was like an angry kitten.
"Okay..." Poor Randy was obviously still confused. "Thanks? I appreciate not being in some schlub's armpit on my first day at the new school. My mom would've had a shitfit."
"Are you waiting for her?" Mickey asked, trying to show the guy what we were about.
"Yeah." I mean, it was obvious. Depending on how far he lived, he might not even have a bus assignment as it was.
"Well just to make sure, we'll wait here with you until she comes. *No one* is going to pick on you with us here." Randy sighed, clearly growing agitated and uncomfortable.
"It's totally okay," the tiny guy held up a hand. "She won't be that much longer." My best friend seemed to have forgotten that other people are not mind-readers, and that Randy didn't know what he was like. I was tired of beating around the bush.
"What my friend is *trying* to say," I cut in, "is that you're one of us, now. You've been officially adopted."
"Huh?" The confusion was understandable and evident.
"The young Mickey Archibald Smith, Junior, has decreed from this day forth that you, Randy, are an official pack brother-from-another-mother." I declared, in my mock-heraldic tone. "Do not ask how or why you have been chosen; it is done." I emphasized my words with a fancy wave of my hand and a bow. Randy's brow wrinkled, but he cracked a huge, and very real, smile.
"Wait, you mean like, friends? The popular guy wants to be *my* friend?" The short, skinny dude we would soon call our 'bro' snickered, probably at the irony. "Wow, this already *is* an improvement. Chuckin' social convention right out the fucking window." Mickey brightened up.
"Yes!" The golden one said, finally communicating clearly. "Not just friends, but *brothers*. You're one of us. It's our *destiny* to be forever bros, I can feel it." Just then, the wind stirred up and blew his lustrous curls just enough to make him look majestic. Sometimes I swore the universe actually responded to his optimistic wonderment and supplied him with all the requisite dramatic touches. "Destiny brought you here to meet us. Now we're a true crew!" Randy laughed out loud, and I could tell by his animation that it had been a while since he laughed like that.
"Holy crap man, are you for real?" Randy chuckled, shaking his head. "When did my life become an anime? Jeez, if I was a girl, this would be when I developed the massive secret crush on you that you somehow don't notice no matter how obvious I become." My friend's cheeks pinkened.
"Dude, you just lay it all out there, don't you?" I marveled, truly in awe of our new member's vocabulary and totally unfiltered sense of interaction. "How old are you, exactly?"
"Eleven," he answered sheepishly. "I know I look like I'm eight, but I swear I'm actually in your grade." I nodded.
"No sweat," was my answer. "Welcome to Hillcrest. You're gonna be fine."
Randy
And that was the best day of my life. I gained two awesome bros, and when my mom did arrive to find me smiling, *laughing* with two new friends, she was so floored and so happy she had to stop herself from bawling- instead inviting Mickey and Cal back to our house for dinner. They graciously accepted, and got in the car to come home with us. Mom even pulled out all the stops that night and made her famous sizzlin' steak fajitas. I was so fucking happy. Our parents became friends too, especially after the story was told from mom to mom.
We were always together after that.
My dear readers, I cannot ever thank you enough for your continued loyalty to my story and your eager patience for the end. It is my pleasure to present this tidbit- the start of a nascent prequel to *While Courting Our Demons*- as a little precursor to the finale, which I am on the verge of finishing! My NaNoWriMo count has exceeded 50,000 words, and I have only a few key pieces left to write before the entire thing can be polished and posted. This will be a piece I work on primarily after WCoD is finished, but I hope you will enjoy this visit to M, C and R's past. The evolution and strength of their friendship is such a key piece of their choice in the main novel, and I think it's worth exploring how it came to be.
Please enjoy!
Philippa | Before We Were Demons Ch. 00 | [
"prequel",
"friendship",
"destiny",
"romance",
"romantic"
] |
Okay usual spiel first, If your under 18 get gone now the following article is of adult nature and shouldn't be veiwed by those under previously stated age...etc
Secondly Woohoo! got this one done before the time totted up to a year, okay this has been done in a single sitting, only proof read once probably a ton of mistakes there but thats what you guys are for, Right? Anything out of place please comment on and votes are highly appreciatted.
Dave woke up something, or better yet someone warm was laying by him, close, cuddling even. He turned and looked expecting to see the orange muzzle of his love by him, though it wasn't orange, it was black, pointed, more canine in features than anything else. The white tier blinked and nosed into it a little making sure it was real, as he softly rubbed noses with the unknown person two eyes flickered open light blue almost grey eyes stared back at him, they were intriguiging and intelligent but he didn't know them. Pulling back a little from the grasp the figure sat up smiling warmly to him, smiling back not to seem unfriendly he took in what features he could looking down the stranger with interest as they sat up almost at once his eyes were drawn to the reasonably sized breasts.
He sat dazed for a moment staring at the black breasts, she didn't seem to mind and in reply actually purred he was taken aback by this too she seemed canine, a wolf maybe but wolves don't purr, a tail arose from behind her it was what only could be described as a panthers tail, maybe she was some cross between the two. She smiled and let out a soft yawn stretching her sharp fangs showing slightly, as she finished she lay down atop him and kissed his chest he leant forwards and kissed her button ear, again panther in shape and size but her fur wasn't as course it had an under layer of soft fur. Amazed his paws lightly rubbed over her sides and back exploring the body, but wait, why was he feeling this girl, why was he in the same bed and why were they both naked, blinking as realization took over he seemed to lose control of his actions, not knowing why his paws moved down her back paying attention to her spine making her arch a little into himself, once both paws reached her backside he softly squeezed and she let out a soft growl, almost dominant.
At this point she spoke, her voice was strong and powerful, while holding that light feminine charm a voice you'd expect to hear in a strict teacher, "How'd you sleep then handsome?" she asked casually swirling a slightly extended claw against his chest, this action alone made him shiver in pleasure which in turn made the Panther/wolf cross smile in delight "Still playful, and after last night too" she summarized, she had worked this out by slowly rubbing down his belly and too his crotch suddenly gripping his throbbing erection making the point obvious.
He smiled and responded by kissing her softly the kiss lasted a moment and as they broke the female softly bit his lip almost in a playful manner, the light foreplay went on a little, kissing and nuzzling as the two both got thoroughly into the mood, Dave went to get up not on his own accord of course he just tried, but his attempt was quickly halted as a set of sharp teeth dug into his neck pinning him down and turning him on all the more he lay helpless and gave off a soft whine rubbing along her back again and then bringing his paw around and lightly pressing against her breast groping her while trying at the same time to get her off this only got his a growl and surprised by the fact he let go again laying flat.
Seemingly appeased the female let go of his neck slowly looking to him with fierce intent and slid down his body getting rid of the covers on the bed as she did so, not wanting to move too much the tiger only watched as she stood over him on the edge of the bed slowly lowering herself and pulling his legs off the edge. He lay half on the bed his throbbing hard cock being teased by the wonderful temptress light squeezes and rubs of her paws making him shiver and moan in want and need, he only tried getting up again once she had started and it had got him a set of claws in the thigh getting the message he stopped dead and just lay back gripping the bed as he was further teased.
Eventually he felt something else tough his cock it was raspy warm and delightfully moist recognizing it as her tongue he squeezed the edge of the bed in both anxiety and pleasure he was being pleased by someone who wasn't Tiger and he was loving it, unable to fathom why he tried to make best of the situation and tried to enjoy the occasional licks and sucks on the head of his shaft feeling his body shudder in pleasure as warm lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh and slowly took him in inch by inch before long his entire cock was in her hot maw touching lightly at the back of her throat though it didn't seem to bother her.
Moaning lightly he felt as she slowly began to bob her head, her previous teasing had already pushed him slowly coaxed him further on towards his orgasm the heat and skill that she was providing had him gripping the bed for dear life his back arching into her as he moaned out doing his best to hold back the inevitable claws lightly digging into the bed as her chin pressed softly against his balls as his slick cock throbbed in her mouth, the tiger grunted and growled lightly biting his lip as he bucked lightly into her making her pull back a little as he began to cum, strand after strand of cum spewing into her muzzle, expertly being taken by the female not a single drop leaving her mouth as she slid off his member.
Dave panted softly looking to her in awe as she got back onto the bed beside him and cuddled up close he was still in the afterglow of his amazing orgasm his eyes slightly glazed over in pleasure feeling her press lightly against him barely phased him. After a few moments his senses came back to him and she was speaking that wonderful voice ringing in his ears like a lullaby "Love you Davey" she says lightly, his reply is stifled and after clearing out his throat he kisses her and says "I love your too Terri."
Then, he awoke again, his eyes shooting open, almost exactly like his dream, or was he still in it. Turning his head he was met with a goofy smile recognizing it as Tigers he looked up, the other feline was still fast on but about as close to Dave as he could get and not letting go anytime soon. Dave smiled lightly and kissed the others muzzle lightly before laying back again thoughts and slight concerns flying through his mind, why did he have such a bizarre dream, why was this 'Terri' so familiar and what was going to happen... | Chapter 7: Who's that?! by Dave-8ball | [
"Biting",
"Boobs",
"Consensual",
"Dream",
"Fellatio",
"Hybrid",
"M/F",
"Mystery",
"Short",
"Straight",
"Teenagers",
"Tiger"
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Disclaimer: read my other stories for it...too lazy to copy paste it D I couldn't leave this one undone, so I finished it in one night. It ended up much longer than expected 0o but I hope you enjoy!
A lightning bolt flashed brightly over the Sa'hienk Forest, striking forcefully on the dirt ground, leaving trails of smoke and dust from its impact. A maroon and cream furred coyote swiftly evaded the bolt, and pointed his ornamented staff towards the hostile. The coyote was dressed lightly in a black wolf-furred loincloth tightly enclosing his sheath and balls, bandage dressing around his joints and paws, and ceremonial necklaces and bracelets around his neck and wrists. Ta'hrekk never enjoyed wearing loin garbs hanging loosely over his genitals, as it often slowed down his quick and agile, yet well-toned muscular body during fast movement. Unlike others in his coyote pack back in his home in the Sas'bed Canyons, Ta'hrekk only wore thong loincloths which greatly aided his agility.
Tightly grasping his mage staff with his left paw and an onyx short sword with his right, Ta'hrekk pounced left and right with his head low, charging at his target. The nimble coyote managed to dodge squalls of magic spells aiming for him. His target: a snow furred wolf with black markings along his face, chest, arms and legs, also holding an oak staff massively decorated with fox-tail charms, eagle feathers, and dream catchers. The wolf's white fur formed a small mane around his serene face and to the back of his head, with a flamboyant headdress of feathers and ornaments resting upon it. White wolf tail also hung from his ears and along the sides of his legs, attached to his snow-furred loincloth wrapped firmly around his pelvis. Holding his staff up in a defense stance, Rjeyk parried the Ta'hrekk's striking blow, flipping Ta'hrekk over his head. The coyote skillfully landed on both feet with a paw on the ground, the other high in the air for balance.
"You'll need to be faster than that, young one!" Rjeyk smiled. However while turning around to face his adversary, the wolf was struck by a sudden impediment spell, totally freezing his muscular body and then fell backward onto the forest ground. Rjeyk helplessly stared up into the sunlit sky of vermillion and orange as his attacker walked over to him, knelt down and smiled.
"I have improved, have I master?" Ta'hrekk said, wagging his tail excitedly.
"Hmmph...it seems you have become too fast for this old wolf here." Rjeyk replied.
Ta'hrekk chuckled. "You're only a few winters older than me! Don't you pull that old wolf excuse on me."
Rjeyk gazed curiously at the attractive site above him. "Well you might have gotten better, but I'm just having a bad day!"
With and evil grin, Ta'hrekk placed a foot on top of Rjeyk's furry chest in victory. "No excuses Jakey!" "You should not taunt your master by calling him nicknames," Rjeyk smiled, "now if you may, unfreeze me and we'll resume our training."
Ta'hrekk almost reversed his impediment spell on the helpless wolf, until a devious thought shrilled in his mind. Ta'hrekk grinned mischievously and growled seductively. "I recall that I vowed to revenge my tale hole the other night. It is now my turn to return the favor."
Rjeyk's smile seeped away from his face, staring the coyote slightly in curious fear. "Now hold on just a minute, young one!"
"I said already, call me Ta'hrekk! I'm sure after I'm done with you, you'll never call me that again." Ta'hrekk winked.
Rjeyk could read every thought running through his apprentice's mind. He knew his current helplessness drove the horny young coyote over the edge, and waited for his fate to arrive. Ta'hrekk picked up Rjeyk and lay him on a soft patch of grass near the small waterfall. Smirking, Ta'hrekk wrapped his paw around Rjeyk's bulging loincloth, slowly rubbing the bulge up and down. The wolf whimpered as Ta'hrekk enjoyed the feeling of his mate's sheath and balls through his loincloth, as he felt his own tightening in arousal. Finally, Ta'hrekk lifted his mate's pelvis up and unbuckled his loincloth from the back, slowly exposing Rjeyk's swelling sheath and balls. Ta'hrekk stuck his nose in the white cock fur of his companion, lapping his balls tauntingly as he stiffed Rjeyk's strong musk. The sweet musk hit Ta'hrekk right between the eyes as his vision blurred, his breath shortened, and his mouth agape, drooling all over Rjeyk's sheath. Ta'hrekk unfastened his own loincloth, fully exposing his fully erect member, with pre drizzling down his shaft. All Rjeyk could do was to stare at the exceedingly aroused coyote at watch him take advantage at his immobilization.
Ta'hrekk nipped the sheath of his mate, teasing him and taunting him, trying to degrade his master's dignity. Rjeyk moaned softly as his sheath was violated by the muzzle of his mate, it being lapped mockingly. Rjyek smelt Ta'hrekk's striking musk filling his nostrils and also sending him into a bliss of arousal. The newly risen sunlight shone on the couple as Ta'hrekk flipped Rjyek over to his front, his rump high and level with the coyote's dripping malehood. With his chest and front paws flat on the ground, Rjeyk managed to smile and said, "Do your worst, young one. This will be the last time you will have control over me. I shall give you a taste of your own medicine once you are done."
Ta'hrekk knew Rjeyk had already planned his escape, but his hunger for the wolf's pink tailhole blocked his danger instincts and slowly circled the wolf's ass with his cock tip, leaving a lubricant of pre. Holding Rjeyk's hips firmly with his paws, Ta'hrekk slowly thrusted forward, only inserting his tip into his lover's hole. Readjusting his straddling position on his knees over Rjeyk's rump, Ta'hrekk continued to insert his thick red meat deeper and deeper into Rjeyk's body, enjoying every second of pleasure as his shaft was tightly wrapped by his mate's rectal walls. Rjeyk whimpered softly when Ta'hrekk penis was fully inside him, and felt his mate's cock fur with his tail and hanging balls behind his own pair, sticking slightly to each other as both of them sweated. Ta'hrekk pulled back slowly as his red meat slowly reappeared out of Rjeyk's hole. As Ta'hrekk pushed forcefully back into the wolf's anus, their collision echoed a loud slapping sound as both of their balls swung under their erect cocks. Ta'hrekk began to rhythmically thrust in and out of Rjeyk's hole, both of the moaning in pleasure. Accompanied by slurping noises from Ta'hrekk's pre and slapping noises, the coyote gripped his lover's hips and pulled back towards his cock as he thrust forward. Ta'hrekk's meat continuously beat back and forth, in and out of his mate. The coyote continued pumping his cock, pulling it almost all the way out, then quickly all the way back in as he stroked Rjeyk's wolfhood with his right paw. Rjeyk groaned loudly as he felt a warm skilled paw expertly rubbing his own shaft, dribbling a puddle of pre on the soft grass. Ta'hrekk quicked his thrusting, slamming harder and faster into Rjeyk while he furiously stroked his mate's raging cock. After minutes of continuous humping, Ta'hrekk felt a massive surge of pleasure as he orgasmed cups and cups of warm seed deep within his lover. Throwing his head back and howling in pleasure, thick cum lightly spurted out of Rjeyk's ass onto Ta'hrekk's cock fur as Ta'hrekk had already completely filled his mate with semen. Ta'hrekk then felt Rjeyk's cock twitch under him, he ejaculated streams of hot, sweet cum onto the grass ground, covering a substantial area with sticky white wolf cream. Rjeyk breathed heavily as Ta'hrekk fell heavily on top him, his cock still deep within his ass.
"Done... s-so soon, young one?" Rjeyk panted.
Ta'hrekk only merely nodded his head as he slowly pulled out of Rjeyk's hole. Loud slurping noises filled the air as Ta'hrekk also pulled out a mass of thick white liquid along with his seed-coated coyote meat. Little did the Ta'hrekk know that his spell had worn off, and Ryjek could freely move again. With surprise, Ryjek quickly turned around and kicked Ta'hrekk square in the chest. Ta'hrekk wheezed in surprised as he fell on his back onto the ground. Before he knew it, Rjeyk had straddled the coyote over his head, his nutsack dangerously close to Ta'hrekk's mouth.
"I believe you haven't had your daily dose of fluids today, young one." Rjeyk chuckled.
"Well, you haven't either; but you decided you'd rather have a nice ass cleansing instead!" Ta'hrekk winked.
Rjeyk growled. "Grrrrrr. You will pay for disrespecting your master."
Ta'hrekk laughed. "It seems you've lost some dignity back there. Judging by the pool of cum you made, you lov..."
Ta'hrekk was quickly muffled silent when the white wolf jammed his furry testicles into the coyote's mouth. His wolfhood still erect, Rjeyk smeared his drizzling shaft all over Ta'hrekk's face, leaving trails of pre. Ta'hrekk let out a muffled whimper as he swirled the wolf's sac around in his mouth, feeling its constrained contents brewing warmly inside. Rjeyk slapped Ta'hrekk's face with his semi-erect cock, snickering at his success at degrading his apprentice's pride. Ta'hrekk continued to warm his partner's seed, occasionally opening his mouth to lick his throbbing shaft that began to harden.
"You must be thirsty, young one." Rjeyk said, pulling his balls out, ready to shove his cock deep into his lover's mouth.
"I'd prefer water, old one." Ta'hrekk breathed heavily, taking in as much air as possible as he soon will be suffocated with wolf meat in his mouth.
"I'm only a few years older."
"Ha! Got you to admit it! No more old wolf excuses for you!" Ta'hrekk laughed in victory.
Rjeyk grumbled, and shoved his throbbing cock deep into the coyote's mouth to punish his apprentice. Using his paw to hold up Ta'hrekk's head, the wolf pushed it closer to his body, as the last inches of his long, thick shaft disappeared within Ta'hrekk's mouth.
Ta'hrekk gagged a bit, trying to gasp for air while trying to squirm free. However, the muscular wolf tightly straddled his partner, rocking back and forth as he felt his cock being wrapped tightly by Ta'hrekk's mouth. As degrading as it may seem, Ta'hrekk loved the feeling of his master's wolf meat constantly inserted and ejected from his salivating mouth.
"Mmmm...more master!" Ta'hrekk groaned.
Rjeyk listened as he began to take deeper thrusts into Ta'hrekk's mouth, moaning loudly as his wolf meat traveled down they coyote's throat. Ta'hrekk managed to wrap is tongue around the invading shaft, feeling the smooth texture of wolf cock constantly pumping in and out of his mouth. After minutes of skull fucking, Rjeyk felt pleasure erupting in his loins, his warmed wolf cum traveling quickly to his wolfhood. He howled in pleasure as a stream of hot semen exploded into Ta'hrekk's mouth. Ta'hrekk greedily gargled as much wolf cum as possible, the excess dripping from the sides of his mouth and out of his nostrils. Rjeyk panted heavily as he felt his cock swimming in his own seed in the coyote's mouth. Finally, Ta'hrekk swallowed, holding Rjeyk's cock with his paw and licking the rest of the organ clean.
"Mmmm...you loved that, didn't you?" Rjeyk gasped heavily.
Ta'hrekk sheepishly nodded his head, cum still leaking from his nostrils and his maw coated with white liquid. Rjeyk adored the sight, then got off Ta'hrekk and picked him up. "I'll finish your tailhole later, young one. For now, you must report back to your pack. I believe they are starting to worry about you."
Ta'hrekk wiped his face clean of wolf juice. "Mhm. I'll have to travel through the bog to get back to the canyons?"
Rjeyk nodded as he bucked his loincloth around his waist, tightening it around his sheath. "I'll have to perform a ceremonial dance for a wedding anniversary in my pack soon. You'll be ok traveling by yourself?"
Ta'hrekk put on his loincloth as well, enjoying the feeling as he sheepishly pawed the bulge up and down, the black fur coursing through his paw digits. "Yes, I know my way back. After all, I am a scout. I'll visit again sometime, hopefully to see with more markings all over your sexy body." Ta'hrekk knew that for every ceremonial dance Rjeyk performed, he would be awarded with blessed markings which distinguished him further down the path as a wolf shaman.
"You won't be disappointed," Rjeyk smiled. He then pulled out an unusual instrument from his bag. "Use this if you're in danger, and I'll come to aid you as fast as I can. It's a Marcantian Flute, used to communicate with other members of our pack as well as our friends. It can only be heard by the ones we know as well."
Ta'hrekk looked surprised at such a sophisticated type of instrument. "So no one else can hear this but you?"
Rjeyk nodded. "Yes. Have a safe trip young one. Keep alert at all times. I believe the blue lycan werewolves have secretly inhabited some area in this forest. It may just be a rumor, but I would like to see you in one piece again so I can tear that fine rump of yours." Ta'hrekk grunted. "I'll be fine, and don't be too sure about that!"
The two waved each other goodbye, as the afternoon sun gleamed vividly above them.
Night has fallen on the Sa'ihenk woods, the full moon illuminating the azure glow of the trees. Ta'hrekk strolled through the shrubs, perking his ears to hear the owls hooting, and the howling of coyotes. 'Must be my pack' Ta'hrekk thought, continuing his path to the Sas'bed canyons. His mind wandered, thinking of his new friend. Ta'hrekk didn't know he found other males attractive, especially those from another species. He had reached second base with a female back home, but he found it much more exhilarating with another male. Ta'hrekk imagined Rjeyk's snow-furred body glowing in the moonlight. His deep blue eyes stared mysteriously at Ta'hrekk as his white mane blew freely in the night wind. The wolf's ceremonial markings and decorative ornaments hanging from his head and waist made him unbelievably sexy, Ta'hrekk thought. He then thought of his white-furred loincloth, bulging observably with its precious goods.
Ta'hrekk's mouth began to water at the thought, until he noticed he had reached the bog. He remembered Rjeyk telling him to slowly cross the bog to prevent stepping in the wrong places, which would lead to him being sucked in like quicksand.
"I can dash through this, no problem!" Ta'hrekk told himself. Strapping his staff over his back, Ta'hrekk went on all fours and began sprinting across the bog. The wind flowed across his soft, maroon fur, passing through his body aerodynamically. Murky water splashed across his paws and loincloth, his sleek but muscular body almost completely soaked. Ta'hrekk almost reached the other side, until suddenly the waterbed beneath him collapsed. The coyote fell down through the ground, and landed hard onto the ground with some water pouring over him. The ceiling above Ta'hrekk closed mysteriously. 'This definitively is not a natural trap' he thought. Ta'hrekk drew is sword and staff out with both paws in a ready stance and scanned his surroundings. The cave was pitch-black except for the light his staff generated.
Suddenly, a pair of evil yellow eyes appeared in front of the coyote. Without seeing a thing, Ta'hrekk panicked, and fired spells wildly into the direction of the eyes. The eyes seemed to move left and right, closing in on its target. Ta'hrekk bolted the other direction, mindlessly running away from the predator. Suddenly, Ta'hrekk smacked hard into a wall and fell backward, deeply dazed. Dizzy, the coyote tried getting up, tasting some blood trickling from the side of his head. No sooner was the beast above him, pinning its prey firmly on the ground. Ta'hrekk felt the beast's hot breath before passing out.
Ta'hrekk woke up to find himself in a dimly lit cave. His paws were chained to the wall next to him, but it was long enough so that he could freely move around at a certain distance. A small bandage covered his fresh cut he had received earlier. To the right of him was a large oak king-sized bed which fit oddly in such a cold, mysterious room. Other than the bed, the only other objects in the room were wall candles and a single dresser on the opposite wall with a desert violet on top of it.
"How strange...a beast living in a cave that has 3 objects one would last find in a beast's home" Ta'hrekk muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a large shadow appeared to the opening of the top left corner of the room with savage footsteps echoing louder on approach. An enormous blue werewolf stood high opposite of Ta'hrekk, placing a tray of meat and a glass of milk down onto the floor next to the chained coyote. The blue werewolf was excessively built on every part of his body; his toned muscles seem to reflect the candlelight around him. A large black mane was combed backwards, hanging down the back of his head and down his back. The werewolf's chest hair spread all over his pecks and his wrists and ankles had golden bangles around them. Ta'hrekk noticed the werewolf wore a tight, black-furred loincloth like himself, his bulge definitely looked his sheath was about to explode out of its prison.
Ta'hrekk bellowed. "What do you want from me?"
The werewolf kept silent as he picked up the glass, beckoning him to drink it. Ta'hrekk did fell thirsty, but he couldn't trust the stranger as he turned his head away from the glass. The werewolf roared deafeningly at Ta'hrekk, the cave shook like a hay house in a hurricane. Ta'hrekk recognized the roar and rage boiled his blood through his veins. It was unmistakably the roar of a lycan werewolf, a type of lycan with more distinguished wolf-like features and more hair. This was the roar he heard when he was a cub; his parents fighting heroically to protect his son. A family friend safely escaped with the young cub, only to hear the horrifying news of his parent's death. From then on, Ta'hrekk vowed to seek every lycan werewolf he knew and slaughter it with his bare hands.
"You...You killed my parents! Your kind slaughtered them in cold blood!" Ta'hrekk cried.
The werewolf looked offended. Finally, he spoke is a deep, mature voice; much unexpected from such an intimidating beast. "You were the poor cub whose parents perished nearly 18 winters ago?"
Ta'hrekk nodded and in his raged state, dashed forward to jump the werewolf only to be constrained by the chains.
"My gracious, I am thrilled to see you again. Did no one tell you? It was us that had allied with your kind to fight off the behemoths that were on a blood thirsty quest" the werewolf spoke articulately. "I was there guarding the shamans of your tribe, but your parents died in the process. They fought courageously. I'm sorry for their loss."
Ta'hrekk barked in fury. "Lies all lies! Stop filling me with your filthy LIES!"
"You will see that I am telling the truth not to protect myself, but for your own sake."
The werewolf unchained Ta'hrekk's wrists and ankles. Despite its size, Ta'hrekk tackled the lycan werewolf onto the ground, ready to maim the beast. Ta'hrekk stopped suddenly to see the blue werewolf marked with the symbol of the Coyote Guardian on his neck. Only those sworn to protect the elders of the coyotian pack were branded with the mark in pride and dignity. Ta'hrekk fell backwards, scuttling back to the wall behind him. The werewolf stood up and knelt down the traumatized coyote.
"You see, I am telling you the truth. I have failed to protect your parents...please forgive me. Their last request was for me to raise you to become a valiant warrior, but you were already taken away safely. I was searching for you ever since" the werewolf said, "I am Kreivan. I hear you are the nimble Ta'hrekk."
Ta'hrekk nodded, still recovering from the news. "I..I'll destroy the behemoths then! Every last one of them!"
Kreivan smiled, admiring Ta'hrekk's drive and determination. He picked up the glass and offered it to the coyote. "Drink this. It will restore your strength. I left towels for you to dry up. You can sleep here in my room. The bathing room is just out the opening there" he pointed.
Ta'hrekk smiled at the hospitality, and took a large swig of the white liquid. Ta'hrekk noticed its thickness and sweet texture as it traveled down his throat. It warmed his whole body, his vitality rejuvenated as he swallowed the viscous, warm liquid. However, it definitely wasn't milk.
"This...this is wolf cum!" Ta'hrekk looked stupified.
Lying down on his back on the bed, Kreivan turned. "Yes it is my seed. Werewolf semen is known to rejuvenate lost energy and calm shocked states. You needed it after that fall."
Being indifferent of whether Ta'hrekk preferred water, the coyote hungrily gulped down the whole glass. However, both of them did not know that werewolf semen was an exceedingly strong aphrodisiac. Ta'hrekk slowly became aware of Kreivan's attractive figure on the bed, innocently fiddling with Ta'hrekk's belongings. He then stared at the blue werewolf's large bulge, his muzzle starting to drool in arousal.
"Hmm, what does this do?" Kreivan asked, curiously blowing on the flute, "hmm, no sound; must be a defunct."
Ta'hrekk heard the note well and clear, but his thoughts were overdriven by his exploding arousal. He had to suppress it. He knew exactly what to do.
Leaping onto the bed, the coyote held his head level with Kreivan's groin, nuzzling the huge package. Kreivan gasped in surprise. Looking down, he saw a maroon furred head, determinately rubbing his loincloth. Ta'hrekk murmured in pleasure as he reached one of his paws to explore Kreivan's ass while the other explored his six-pack.
"Ta'hrekk, wha...what are you doing?"
Ta'hrekk ignored the deep voice and continued nuzzling the huge bulge. His right paw finally untied the loincloth, throwing it aside. The coyote sniffed deeply at the werewolf's enormous sheath, the balls below it almost the size of Ta'hrekk's paw. Kreivan's musk seared through Ta'hrekk's nostrils, sending the coyote into his peak of horniness.
Kreivan moaned loudly as the coyote continued to work on his nutsack. One at a time, Ta'hrekk teased the massive jewels, licking them affectionately and suckling gently, warming its contents.
"Ughhhh...uhhhh...geez you're skilled at this. I see you practice well." Kreivan grunted.
Ta'hrekk paused to look up into the werewolf's amber eyes before sucking on his furry sheath. Kreivan howled in pleasure as he felt his sheath being moistened, the curious maroon paw exploring his stomach and cock fur. Ta'hrekk felt the warm shaft of his new friend erect itself into his mouth as he continued to greedily devour the organ. As his severely aroused state, the coyote quickly sucked the thick length, only managing to go down halfway before the tip was shoved down his throat.
Krievan couldn't believe the surge of pleasure coursing through his loins as he watched Ta'hrekk attempting to suck his whole cock, which was definitely too thick and long for the smaller coyote. Ta'hrekk expertly massaged the cockhead with his tongue, rubbing it thoroughly while pressing his lips hard together on the hard, black shaft. Wanting more of his seed, the coyote bobbed his head up and down quickly, taking more and more of Kreivan's wolfhood. Having not ejaculated in a long time, the feeling of Ta'hrekk's suckling lips around his throbbing cock, the sight of his mate furiously bobbing his head up and down, and the tongue massaging his tip was too great for the large werewolf, and felt his balls constrain towards his body. Krievan roared ferociously and held Ta'hrekk's head firmly over his meat. Ta'hrekk then felt waves and waves of the familiar werewolf cum spattering all over his mouth and dripping all over the sides of his mouth. He swallowed almost a gallon of the warm, thick seed before the black cock in his mouth slowed to a drizzle. Krievan panted heavily as he gently pet Ta'hrekk on his head.
"Gosh...you do this a lot? You're parents would be quite disappointed to find out that you've been making love to other males." Krievan said.
Ta'hrekk remained silent. The gallon of wolf cum in his stomach intensely magnified his arousal, and lay on his back, spreading his legs open. "Take me! As my guardian, I request you to mark me well!"
Kreivan couldn't believe his ears. What was once an innocent young cub was now lying naughtily in front of him, his legs spread wide open with his loincloth stretching over his semi-erect penis. Little did Kreivan know that after ejaculation, his hormones in his body changed, wanting to mount anything mountable (funny word ( in his path. Feeling suddenly as aroused as Ta'hrekk himself, the blue werewolf stroked his wolfhood erect again and knelt in front of the horny coyote. Bringing his head down to Ta'hrekk's loincloth, Kreivan sniffed to taste the scent of his mate before using his teeth to violently rip the loincloth off.
Ta'hrekk laughed hysterically. "That is the second time someone has done that to me. You'll have to give me a new one after we're done."
Kreivan, at his incredibly aroused state, replied in a raspy, grumbling voice. "Well, now I see you're a little coyote slut, waiting for huge cocks slamming into you eh? And listen to me carefully. I ain't gonna be done with you until I fuck you raw and dry!"
Ta'hrekk pleaded. "I'm your slut. I'm your bitch. Fill me with your glorious seed! I want you in me now!"
Kreivan couldn't wait any longer. Grasping his cream thighs, the werewolf spread Ta'hrekk's legs apart, exposing the hungry tailhole. His massive black cock rimmed the hole teasingly before thrusting quickly forward. Ta'hrekk cried loudly as the oversized tool within him was splitting his insides.
"You can take this raw. I know you can, you little furry slut." Kreivan moaned. He slowly inserted his wolfhood inside Ta'hrekk's tailhole inch by inch; his shaft disappearing within the coyote.
Ta'hrekk gritted his teeth, trying to loosen up for the invading prick. Kreivan clearly passed his mate's prostate, putting the maximum pressure upon it. Ta'hrekk yelped and instantly orgasmed. Thick coyote cum splattered all over Kreivan's chest and cock, as well as on himself. Smearing the warm cum around his belly, Ta'hrekk seductively purred and looked at Kreivan sweating as he inserted his last inches of his cock in.
"Aren't you just a horny bitch wanting more. Lucky you lubed my cock. I guess the last inches won't hurt as much." Kreivan grinned.
The werewolf slammed the rest of his shaft all the way in Ta'hrekk, taking no time to pause and pulled completely out. Again, Kreivan slammed his whole cock deep, roaring in pleasure as the pleasurable rectal walls of his mate tightly wrapped his meat.
"For a little slut like you, you're tight. I'd think you'd be looser from all that cock you probably had." Kreivan grunted.
Ta'hrekk pawed his way up Kreivan's blue chest. "Less talk, more fuck."
Krievan did exactly that as he bucked back and forth into Ta'hrekk. His pre-coated cock slurped loudly as he continued to fuck Ta'hrekk senseless, the rate of the slapping noise increasing. Krieven gripped Ta'hrekk's legs wide open as he watched his cock pulverize the insides of his mate. Ta'hrekk looked up at his dominator, his mouth agape with his tongue hanging out, still dripping with warm cum. Krievan released a deafening growl as the tight confines around his cock tightened as he continued to slam back and forth into the coyote. In and out, in and out as both of them watched the thick black meat deeply penetrating its target. Krievan tried to hold his release, as he fucked for his life, thrusting harder and deeper more and more. After almost half and hour of continuous humping, Krievan felt the walls around his penis firmly enveloping his entire length tighten greatly that he could barely move his cock in and out. In a final thrust in attempt to do so, Krievan slowly slid his whole shaft into the close-fitting ass of his mate.
"Uhhhhh...ohhhhhhh...tighten up for me boy...oooOOHHHHHH!" Kreivan screamed at the top of his lungs as another flood of thick werewolven cum burst deep into Ta'hrekk, shooting massive loads incessantly. Ta'hrekk smiled and moaned with glee as he felt his ass quickly filled to the rim with hot white liquid. Krievan's cum poured out of Ta'hrekk's ass, more of it being displaced onto the sheets as Krievan continued to slow-fuck his mate to finish off.
Suddenly, a crashing sound resonated around the cave as a snow white wolf suddenly appeared at the doorway, his staff pointing at the blue werewolf.
"Ta'hrekk! I heard you play the flute. Are you alright. I came as fast as I..." Rjeyk stared at the messy scene in front of him.
Lying on the bed were a maroon furred coyote, who looked no longer red from all the white liquid that almost covered his fur from head to toe, and a large blue werewolf who had droplets of cum spread across his chest, his mane slightly white with dripping seed. The coyote was laying on his back with his legs spread wide open, his red cock lying semi-erect in a pool of semen on his stomach. His mouth was absolutely drenched in cum, dripping more of it from his maw and onto the sheets. The werewolf's cock was still halfway up the coyote's ass, dripping with its own semen as well. Under it was another large pool of cum that would stain the sheets forever. Both figures stared sheepishly at Rjeyk.
"Well, I came as fast as I could" the werewolf snickered.
Rjeyk still was quite shocked, smelling the strong scent of musk and after-sex in the air. He became slightly aroused himself, and confirmed that his preference was definitely males. Many females of his pack often hit on Rjeyk, rubbing his loins through his loincloth. However, Rjeyk always tried to quickly glance at the other males' bulging loincloths, unsure of why he was tempted to do so. Now he knew he was gay.
"Good to know that you two are having fun" Rjeyk shook his head at the messy scene ahead of him.
Kreivan pulled his cock out of Ta'hrekk's ass, pulling out even more of his seed onto the sheets. He then moved to the other side, his cock close to Ta'hrekk's mouth. He leaned over and spread the coyote's leg's wide open, exposing his used ass. The werewolf used his paw digits to spread the hole apart, showing its glory to the stunned white wolf as the hole continued to leak cum onto the sheets.
"You know you want it. Have a little taste and you'll really see what boat we're on." Krievan said, both of them giggling softly.
Rjeyk nodded, still quite confused, and positioned his muzzle at Ta'hrekk's ass. While doing so, Kreivan grabbed the coyote's head firmly, turning it sideways and jamming his whole werewolf meat into the muzzle. Ta'hrekk choked slightly as the familiar organ pumped deep into his maw, still tasting the cum that leaked out of the tip. Kreivan forced Ta'hrekk's head back and forth along his shaft, feeling the tongue again wrapping itself around the tip.
"That's right. Suck me bitch. You know you love it."
Ta'hrekk let out a muffled confirmation as he continued to suck on the black cock above him, slurping it greedily. Meanwhile, Rjeyk began licking the abused tailhole, eating away the leaking cum. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation spread across his body. He immediately knew that the werewolf's cum was a fine aphrodisiac as he hungrily searched for more. Impatiently, Rjeyk ripped off his loincloth exposing his throbbing red wolfhood and held it with his paw guiding its insertion into Ta'hrekk's hole. It easily slipped in as he felt the familiar anal walls clasp around his shaft as well as the warm cum that was left behind when Kreivan had fucked him before. Rjeyk loved the feeling and started vigorously thrusting in and out, more and more of werewolf seed leaking out.
"Tell him to fuck him good." Kreivan demanded.
"F...Fuck me good master. I want all of i..." Ta'hrekk was muffled again when the dominating werewolf forced the maroon head over his meat again.
Rjeyk plunged all of his wolf meat in and out of Ta'hrekk's abused ass, moaning in pleasure as he continued to wildly hump it with sheer enthusiasm. In the meantime, Ta'hrekk was lying on his back with his legs spread wide open by the white paws of Rjeyk. He began to stroke his own cock with one paw, the other feeling up Kreivan's thigh. The werewolf held Ta'hrekk's head firmly, pushing it back and forth over his dripping meat. It was a spectacular sight. All 3 of them moaned consistently as the bed rocked back and forth, accompanied by the sound of bed frame sqeaking. Rjeyk held Ta'hrekk's cream furred thighs tightly as he slapped hard against his ass, felling the anal walls rub tightly against his cock. He moaned loudly as his collision with Ta'hrekk's ass rocked the coyote himself back and forth on the bed. Kreivan looked down on his submissive coyote, watching his lower body rocking to the rhythm of the slap sounds and thrusts of the white wolf in front of him. In addition, he watched the coyote's head moving also in rhythm with Rjeyk's thrusts over his black cock, as well as Ta'hrekk furiously masturbating with his paw.
"That's right bitch, suck me good. Open your legs wider for your wolf friend." Kreivan managed to mutter under substantial pleasure.
Ta'hrekk obediently tightened his ass around Rjeyk's cock, awarding him with a loud howl from the snow wolf. He also sucked the meat in his mouth faster than ever, suckling at its tip occasionally before sliding his maw and tongue back up and down the shaft again. He moved is paw on the werewolf's thigh and began squeezing his oversized testicles that were constraining close to its owner's body. Kreivan let out a satisfied moan. He held Ta'hrekk's head sideways over his cock, holding both his tip and Ta'hrekk's head firmly in place. Ta'hrekk held out his tongue under and around the top of Kreivan's length, waiting for cum to flow out as Kreivan stroked his cock through the final stages of his orgasm.. Before he knew it, the werewolf let out a final moan before spraying ropes of the warm, viscous wolf cum; some shooting deep into Ta'hrekk's hungry mouth, some drooping heavily on the coyote's lower jaw and chest, thoroughly covering both with the werewolf juice. Simultaneously, Rjeyk let out a final howl, throwing his head up in pleasure. Before cumming, he pulled out his hard cock and grinded it hard with Ta'hrekk's. Rocking back and forth as the hardened cocks slid over each other, Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk moaned together as both of their malehoods erupted a volcano of sticky hot semen, landing all over the covered coyote as well as his face and onto Kreivan's cock. Ta'hrekk still lapped the Kreivan's cock clean as the werewolf held him tight, tasting a brilliant mixture of all three of their brand of jizz. Ta'hrekk then turned around and went on all fours to clean the semen off of Rjeyk's cock, getting light moans from the white wolf. Kreivan turned Ta'hrekk's front side up and with 5 large licks across his entire body, he managed to almost completely clean the coyote's front, licking his lips in satisfaction. Rjeyk pulled Ta'hrekk's head off his cock only to kiss the coyote deep in the lips and licked the excess cum off his lower jaw.
All three of them then thwamped down onto the bed, only to find it already sticky and wet with more cum.
"Geez, what a mess we've made" Rjeyk said.
Kreivan smiled. "Blame this horny one over here. He can't get enough of this stuff."
Ta'hrekk grinned. "I won't have enough until I have both of you in me at the same time!"
Both Rjeyk and Kreivan smirked mischievously, figuring out that licking all of the cum up simply drove them more into arousal.
"Well, let's clean ourselves up a little in the pool room" Kreivan offered, "then you'll get your wish you slutty coyote!"
Ta'hrekk only laughed as all three of them walked out of the room, towards the poolroom. | Captured Again by Ciriaxis Draconis | [
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*Authors' Note: At last, it is time for the Men's Party, Niamh's suggestion in support of Julie's Opera Project. Will the men (and the Empress) be impressed with Martin's potential First Lady? Will the three "Acts" go well enough to generate fundraising for the Project? Will Dagmar, the newest slave, manage to disrupt the Party in some way? These questions will be answered in this Part. (Possibly, the next Part will handle The Meaning of Life.)*
*J Spe and Taliesin1*
Chapter 104: Getting to the Yacht
The day for the Men's Party arrived. The planning was done, so far as possible, to the last detail. Julie and One, who seemed permanently attached to the Culinary Service as Chef's "personal assistant," supervised the loading of food and drink, as well as some "toys," into the small fleet of trucks that would supply the *Ocean Star* for the evening. Julie was nervous, naturally, and fussing around all the preparations. This was an important milestone in her preparation for the First Lady position as well as for the fate of the Opera Project.
Chef growled, "For goodness sake, Julie, this isn't the first party I've catered."
Julie grinned and relaxed. She realised that she didn't have to do it all on her own. Chef's team and the Security team would watch her back, and Niamh and Sally would also be there to support her. She was still a bit concerned about Dagmar, but she hoped the newest slave was intimidated enough not to make any trouble.
Pat and Anne checked the four slaves — houris, for this evening — before bringing them to the lobby of The Enterprises' Headquarters. Martin, Edward, Charles and Igor were there to see them off, not before giving each a "good luck" kiss. Julie thought her trainer, Igor, looked a bit pensive. She mentioned it to Niamh, who shook her head. "No way! They're sending off a team of slaves to a fundraiser with a million-dollar goal on somebody else's yacht. Why on Earth would anybody be worried?"
Sally chipped in with a similar outlook. "It's not like we're going to run off with the cash, is it?"
Even Dagmar cracked a smile. She had been mostly quiet in the week, learning what the Sexual Arts trainers were trying to teach her in an accelerated schedule. She had passed each test, usually with plenty of credits to spare. Still, Julie wondered, was she harboring some plan for disaster?
The Chief of Security marshalled what seemed like a huge detachment of troops, both men and women, along with the usual fleet of SUVs, each a sleek and elegant conveyance, and one Mercedes Sprinter passenger van, windows curtained for privacy for this trip. Nevertheless, he told the slaves, the standard multi-point restraints would be in place for the trip to the yacht. Security crews came forward with the handcuffs for Transport Mode. Each slave was taken to the van and seated carefully. A short chain was clipped to the handcuff link. The three-point seatbelt was applied. Ankle shackles were clipped to D-rings at both sides of each seat.
For Julie, Niamh, and Sally, this was a familiar part of the Security Protocol. But, Dagmar remembered the van used when The Enterprises rescued Claire and her from the slavers; then, they were held by only a seatbelt and a single ankle cuff. Now, rather than fewer restraints along with a party atmosphere, there were more restraints and the atmosphere of going to war.
Sally sensed the despair in her sister slave. "Dagmar," she said softly, "you never were going to escape. Now, think a bit differently. The Enterprises has a huge investment in high-value assets — that's us — moving through rush hour traffic. If anyone tries to hijack these assets, how do you think The Enterprises is going to defend us? These restraints will, at least, slow the hijackers down until the cavalry rides to our rescue."
Sally could see Dagmar's eyes widen. "High-value assets? They really value us so much?"
"Yes, they do. You have to stop seeing everything only from your side if you're going to make it as a Good Slave. Otherwise, you'll miss the good things that can come, even to a slave."
The Chief of Security was finally satisfied with the passengers, the crews, the vehicles, and goodness-knows-what-else. The procession started off with a final wave from the Concierge staff.
Having made several trips to the Opera office, Julie and Niamh were ready for the starts and stops of rush hour traffic. To their surprise, the procession moved smoothly, if not with speed. Julie said something about the traffic and the Security crew riding shotgun grinned. "Little lady, traffic in every big city runs by computer these days. This trip is big enough to catch the eyes in the Transportation IT department. We should have a nice smooth ride all the way."
Niamh and Julie exchanged surprised looks. Who would have thought a Security type would explain anything to a slave!
When they reached the wharf where "their yacht" was docked, the van moved to the base of the gangplank and the escort SUVs parked around it. Security crew opened doors, released shackles, unbelted belts, and unlocked handcuffs. Working in pairs, they moved each slave up the gangway, along with the support staff for the evening, and into a fairly large Reception Area where each slave was transferred to a ship's crew. In moments, The Enterprises' Security staff and vehicles were gone, leaving no markers to show where the "high-value assets" were placed.
Sally voiced a thought. "You know, they did that job with professional skill. We should arrange something to thank them." Julie and Niamh, at least, smiled their agreement.
The Captain made an entrance, with the ship's crew coming to attention. The slaves caught on quickly and followed suit. The Captain's smile signaled that this was the proper procedure.
"Good afternoon to our landlubber friends," the Captain announced. "We're here to help you with your project. The sailor with each of you will show you to the stateroom we've assigned to you. You'll find your costumes, equipment, and toys are already stowed in the cabinets, so take a moment to familiarize yourself with their location. Your sailor will bring you up to the Main Salon, where we've set up the Dinner Buffet. We've got kneeling pads with each of your names alternating with regular chairs for your guests. Please seat your guest to your left, so that you will be to his right. Otherwise, the pad pattern will be screwed up. Do you understand so far?"
Julie and Niamh, who had worked on this pattern, quickly answered "Yes, Sir." Sally, with a mysterious grin, answered, "Aye, aye, Sir." Dagmar, clearly late, murmured her "Yes, Sir" quietly.
The Captain swept onwards. "After dinner, we have two possibilities for you. You can take your guest back to your stateroom or you can use the Playroom, which has another set of equipment to answer any of your needs; our ship's Engineer will be available to help with the lighting or lifts. I understand that the last part of the program will be held in the Playroom.
"Just one note more. This ship has extensive electronic surveillance assets. I understand that's one reason it was selected for this event. Your Security Department is keyed into all the places where you and your guests are likely to go. This is, of course, for your protection. If your guest tries to take you somewhere that is not well-lighted, that may be because surveillance is not available. In any case, check with your sailor for any questions; they have orders to be nearby and easily called, but not to interfere in any of the events you have arranged. Do you understand?"
Again, the four slaves made their understanding clear.
Escorted by a sailor, each slave found her stateroom and checked its "furnishings." Then, they explored the Playroom, where each slave was impressed by the thought that had gone into designing such a space. "There's more room here than in any of The Enterprises' Correction Rooms," observed Niamh.
"Yes, but The Enterprises has a lot more rooms with 'special equipment,'" answered Sally.
Julie checked with the ship's Engineer for the use of the lifts and cables in the Playroom. "We'll be using these towards the end of the evening." The Engineer went over Julie's Outline of Activities and promised, "Ma'am, it looks like smooth sailing for this program." The two shared a laugh at the pun.
As the time for the men to arrive approached, the slaves returned to their staterooms and dressed for the reception. Anne and Pat had worked on the wardrobes for the evening. The first dress was actually a cocktail dress, the Hunter Mini Dress from X by NBD, the "party girl's go-to brand," a modern makeover for the cocktail dress. Just 26" from the sweetheart neckline to the mid-thigh hem, the lacy black overlay showed a mesh of cututs. The elastane-containing lining, a contrasting nude color, provided the feminine essence. Martin had observed, "This dress is exactly how to start a party: long legs and short skirts."
The slaves assembled in the Reception Area where each picked up a silver tray bearing a frosty flute of Champagne and formed a line. Again, the Captain swept into the area, but this time he was stopped in amazement by the slaves' presentation. Sally thought she could see the thoughts flowing across his face: *I know they're just a coffle of slaves, but — Davy Jones! — what a bunch of bodies!*
Recovering, the Captain announced, "Folks, there's a bunch of cars just come onto the wharf, and it looks like your guests are getting acquainted before coming aboard. I've sent a sailor to invite them aboard, so they should be here any moment."
And it was so. Four men, each with an expression of curiosity on his face, entered the area and paused, a bit uncertain of the proprieties. This, the Captain could deal with!
"Gentlemen, welcome aboard! Please allow me to introduce your hostesses for this evening's party. First, is Julie, who is the manager for the overall Opera project. Second, is Niamh; this party was her idea. Third, is Sally. And fourth, our newest member is Dagmar. Each of these lovelies has a flute of Champagne for you."
Julie had worried about how to assign each guest as the evening's Master for each slave. The Empress had sent a short biography and a photo of each man and Julie had scrutinized these for hints on their assignments. Finally, she decided the slaves should be assigned by lot, to avoid any possible suggestion of playing favourites, or that she picked herself an easy man. The Concierge Service had prepared a Welcome Packet for each guest, labelled with the name of a slave, appropriately embellished, and packed them in a vintage Chinese lotus bowl, presented on a wooden stand.
With a flourish indicating the lotus bowl, the Captain invited each man to select his slave.
As each man drew a packet, he was rewarded with a beautiful and attentive woman, who handed him a flute of Champagne and engaged him in light-hearted conversation. First up was Sally, then Niamh, and finally Julie and Dagmar were paired up.
Niamh thought the Captain's speech a bit flat, but then, how many times had the Captain had to introduce a team of sex slaves to some new Masters? She chuckled inwardly at the brief confusion among the men.
But, these were leaders in their businesses. With only a word or two, each identified the slave he had won and the group approached the slaves. Julie's man introduced himself with just a name: John, then added, "I'm a commodity broker." Niamh's man was a Japanese who introduced himself as Master Takana. Sally was selected by a short man named Tom. Dagmar's man was a young man who introduced himself as Derek. Each took the flute of bubbly and, pocketing the keycard, saluted his prize.
Julie had a moment of panic when Dagmar, the newest slave, was drawn by the least experienced Master, the young man who had been nominated by the Empress and would be Act Three. Her Inner Goddess merely laughed and said, "Murphy's law ― you'll just have to wing it." Dagmar, by this time, had decided that her best course was to play along, at least for the moment. She curtseyed prettily and offered the flute of Champagne. Relieved, the other slaves gave Dagmar a quick smile.
Raising a hand to excuse herself from her man for a moment, Julie greeted Derek, the Empress' Young Man. "Sir, we're very pleased you have joined us tonight. We're looking forward to later this evening."
The Captain's invitation to dinner moved the group to the Dining Salon. As each of the slaves led her man across the buffet, it was clear that these were "meat and potatoes" types: each signaled for several slices carved from the standing rib roast; not much salad was taken; steamed carrots and broccoli were the only vegetables favoured. From the quantity of food loaded onto the dinner plates, it was clear that each man knew he was responsible for feeding his slave.
There was no confusion about seating arrangements: each man went directly to the chair to the left of the kneeling pad labelled for his slave. As the dining began, the slaves were pleased that their temporary Masters seemed comfortable with the arrangements. And, each slave felt comfortable after her feeding. Sally, whose experience with dinners alongside a Master was the most extensive, noticed that the men seemed at ease, both with each other and with a serving slave. As might be expected, the conversation was mostly about the impressive yacht, their gratitude to the Empress for their invitation, some recent sports headlines, and — very peripherally — some international politics.
Julie was pleased to answer one question about what was the next production of the Opera, but no one reacted to the news that it would be Mozart's *Magic Flute*. She began to worry whether this group would be receptive to the fundraising remarks she had prepared?
There was also time to notice that Dagmar seemed to be fitting smoothly into her man's conversation as well as feeding efforts. Julie thought it ironic, but fitting, that the newest slave was working with the man who was going to "try out" slavery later on.
Chapter 105: Act I Begins
Dinner over, it was clear that the men were ready for Act I. Julie rose from her kneeling pad and announced, "Gentlemen, thank you for your kind attentions during dinner. Now, on behalf of the institution we're here to support, our local Opera company, the Empress and The Enterprises welcomes your use of these delightful damsels. Your Welcome Packet has your keycard for your personal room or, if you'd like, the Playroom is open. Let's all return to this Salon in about an hour, please."
Julie's man smiled thinly as he took her hand and led her to the Playroom. "Julie, I believe the first command would be for you to strip, right?"
The slave smiled and said, "Yes, Master." Wearing not much clothing, there was no sensuous striptease, but the balletmaster's training showed Julie's moves embodied grace and control. She moved to Standing Presentation, with her feet shoulder width apart, her head level, and her hands locked behind her neck, elbows out to the side.
As the man circled his slave, he recounted the commerce of his day. "Julie, I'm a commodity broker; I send ships with stuff all over the world. The US Fed made some moves that made gold and silver drop today. China is having problems in its steel industry, so iron and steel prices fell today. The Bank of England is fussing with the pound sterling and the Bank of Japan is still trying to move the yen. On top of these, the Baltic Dry Index, which assesses the price of moving raw materials over 23 standard sea routes, plunged. The BDI is a leading economic indicator because these raw materials are headed someplace to become finished products, what you buy for your house or factory. It's supposed to be pretty efficient as an indicator of future economic growth and production. Do you understand what kind of day I've had?"
Julie recognized strain in his voice, along with doses of anger and worry about the future. "Yes, Master," she replied. "But, don't these statistics and indices move with some volatility?"
She could see surprise and some curiosity in his eyes. "Hmm," was his reply.
Then, "The problem is that none of these numbers is actually worth anything for predicting the future. The Baltic is supposed to, but the supply of ships is so inelastic, while it's pretty easy to decide to buy or not to buy a load of coal or steel to run through your factory. That makes for lots of volatility. And that might be nice for economics professors, but it's Hell on wheels for brokers.
"So," he finished up, "I've had a lousy day and I'm not in the mood for games. What I'm in the mood for is a simple whipping girl. Do you understand?"
Julie understood. The Playroom's main "feature" was its size: the width of the yacht and the height of two decks. It was designed for a Master or Mistress swinging any sort of whip they fancied.
The standard slave question hovered in the air for just a second before Julie managed an answer. "Please, Master, this slave understands. My Owner has trained me to know that my mission is to serve, to be of service, to be used. My Owner has placed me here tonight to serve, to be of service, to be used by you, to meet your standards."
The expressions crossing the broker's face seemed to show his surprise and then his pleasure. Gradually, his smile widened until it reached his eyes. To Julie, it seemed that he accepted his slave's dedication and would be pleased if she met his standards for responding to the whipping he was proposing.
*Well, I've had a caning — OK, a small caning — and I've survived strokes from a variety of whips during my training; I'll probably survive this.* Julie realized the logic wasn't exactly Aristotelian, but it would have to serve.
The man issued a stream of orders and Julie moved to comply. She found a hank of rope suitable for tying her hands, used a remote unit to let a cable down from a ceiling beam, and collected a range of instruments for her Master's inspection.
He opened the hank of rope and found the midpoint quickly. He placed Julie's hands palm to palm in front of her and, using the bight of the rope, tied a larkspur knot just above her wrists. He wrapped the doubled rope twice just above the knot and finished the binding with a cinch between her hands.
Carrying the free ends of the rope to the cable, he threw a half-hitch and then a half-hitch on a bight onto the ring holding the snaphook at the end of the cable. A touch on the remote lifted Julie's arms over her head, but did not stretch her. That, she knew, would come when he had selected the instrument of her whipping.
Julie watched his examination of the whips carefully. She recognized the care he took with each whip, testing the handle for a comfortable grip, testing the instrument for balance, and testing it for its ease of swing. Her Master was able to draw a loud crack from each instrument. For a moment, Julie wondered if she would be able to hear the crack separately from the crash as the lashes landed on her body.
The Master selected an old model whip, the standard cat'-nine-tails: two feet long, with one-third handle and two-thirds the tails that would mark her. Master's touch on the remote control lifted her arms to the regulation "Stretched" position. Julie just had time to notice the lashes were of rope before her Master ordered, "Slave, turn around. I want the first strikes to be on your back. I find that, when a slave cannot see the lash coming, it has a more powerful effect. Also, your back presents a broad canvas for painting my strokes. I learn from these so that the later strokes on your front are more decorative."
Emotions Julie thought "dead and buried" flooded the slave as she turned. This Master was going to "learn" as he whipped her back? Did this guy think a strike from a cat could be erased if it didn't "look right?" Anger was the first emotion she recognized. With sorrow, she recognized despair and hopelessness following on the heels of anger. Was her back only as valuable as a page in a sketch book?
Her Inner Goddess was her only support, and all that worthy could say was that this was simply a part of her Job Description. Martin and The Enterprises had valued her highly, and even this evening was a part of a grand project she had suggested and they had adopted.
It didn't prevent the first strike from splashing its fire from her right shoulder down to her left hip. Julie concentrated on taking another breath before she could give the standard response: "One, Master. Please, may I have another?"
Master silently watched as the welts blossomed. He had hesitated to use the cat on his own slaves, worried about disfiguring marks and about the emotional toll such marks might make on his slaves. On this slave, however, he was impressed that almost every one of the nine tails had left at least a short mark. The pattern itself was pleasing. He took a breath and delivered the second strike a bit lower than the first.
This strike caught Julie a bit unprepared, and she let slip a small cry. It was not what she wanted to do and she hurried to announce the count: "Two, Master. Please, may I have another?"
Again, Master watched the welts bloom. But, although the pattern was precise, it was not satisfying. This slave had made no error, done no crime, missed no standard. In fact, a small voice told him, she'd followed his orders exactly, not giving any sign of rebellion as he announced and then prepared her for the whipping. And her small cry? He'd heard louder and more heartfelt cries from a simple spanking. He stopped, his whip hand falling to his side, the falls caressing only the floor. For some reason, which he could not fully fathom, he was unable to continue whipping this slave. Her submission had been perfect and complete, her discipline impeccable. That cry, on reflection, had been more surprise than protest.
He felt a bit cheated. He'd wanted to work off his "bad day" with a good whipping, but this was not happening. Wasn't that what a slave was for? The small voice suggested that, perhaps, one reason was that this was someone else's slave. *Yes,* he supposed, *that too.* Another thought, one that he entertained most unwillingly, crept into his mind. He thought of his wife: elegant and beautiful, yes, but no more so than the slave suspended before him. His wife was often aloof, absorbed in her own interests and causes; uninterested in his business problems, as if they were not the source of wealth which made her easy life possible. He remembered, guiltily, that he had sometimes wished he could give her a sound flogging. This reverie ended with a start, as he noticed the reddening back of his borrowed slave, resigned to a thrashing that came from no fault of her own.
The slave he was watching was becoming concerned. The third strike should have come already, judging by the timing so far. When the Master ordered her to turn around, she was both pleased and sad. Master was satisfied with the practice strokes she had endured; now, Master would mark her front, almost certainly marking her breasts. Her Inner Goddess suggested that she was performing up to The Enterprises' standards. That was only a little encouraging.
As she turned, she felt the cable lowering her arms. Was the Master thinking of a different position? a different binding?
"Julie," the Master announced, "you've performed up to my standards, and I shall tell Martin, your Owner, exactly that. But, this whipping isn't making my day better. Come over to the table; I think they've put out some ointments to help with the pain and marks."
A single pull on the half-hitch on a bight and the knot to the cable dissolved. Master grinned at the flash of surprise on his slave's face. "It's a simple knot I learned as a kid. Putting it on a bight maintains the knot but one pull on the working end takes it apart."
Just a few moments were needed to free her hands. Automatically, Julie moved to Position One and "expressed her gratitude" that Master had found her efforts "up to standards."
The broker gave a short laugh. "Well, yes, my dear, but I've still had a bad day. Now, hold still for this ointment stuff. I'm told it feels cold on application."
It did, but it was just what Julie needed to make the pain recede into the background. Master was silent as he worked the ointment into the stroke marks. Julie and her Inner Goddess thought about the mission statement Julie had quoted earlier; part of it was that the slave should be ready with whatever Master was going to need in the next moments, right? What could they do to help Master?
"Please, Master," Julie began slowly, "you mentioned a Baltic Dry Index, something about sea trade routes? But, the Baltic isn't that big a sea, is it?"
The broker's laugh was more jovial. "Julie, that's not where the name comes from. The name comes from the coffee shop on Threadneedle Street in London, where merchants and shipowners arranged for shipment of cargoes, many of which came from what Britain called "the colonies" in the New World. Now, the index covers shipping world-wide and breaks it down by the size of the ship, from Handysize around 15,000 tons, to Supramax at 50,000 tons, to Panamax at 60-80,000 tons, and the Capesize over100,000 tons."
Julie sensed an opening and decided to press a bit. "And which of these is the most important?"
The broker was engaged. "Well, the Capesize is the smallest number of ships, but it carries almost two-thirds of world commerce." He felt more comfortable talking about something that he knew he was good at, probably even an expert. He told Julie about the first time he'd arranged for one of the Capesize cargoes: it was some kind of exotic lumber from Africa bound for furniture factories in the American South. He'd sweated practically an ocean until the ship had docked and unloaded, but he'd made a solid profit and created a bit of a name for himself.
Julie liked the story and, prodded by her Inner Goddess, asked about other cargoes, other voyages. "We never think about all the stuff that moves from where it's grown or found to where somebody makes it into something we buy in a store."
"You're right," answered the broker, adding, "Nobody appreciates us," in a mournful tone.
His slave caught the try at humor and responded with a giggle, something she couldn't have imagined doing just a little while earlier.
As conversations will go, the broker told story after story, with his slave responding to each and asking a question for clarification every so often. They realized that their part in Act I was over when the other men and their slaves began to gather in the Main Salon.
Chapter 106: Niamh's Party Master
After dinner, Master Takana had taken Niamh by the hand and led her away from the Dining Area.
"Slave, your name is quite foreign to me. What is your background?"
"If you please, Master, my background is from Ireland, where my name is not unusual."
Master Takana considered for a second. "How charming. Apparently, the Irish enjoy making a name into a puzzle."
They entered a storeroom, though it now seemed empty.
"Have you ever been tied, Niamh?"
"Yes, Master. I began bondage training quite recently."
"And what kind of bondage have you experienced?"
Niamh thought for just a few seconds, mentally counting of the kinds of restraint. "Please, Master, I have had wrist and ankle ties, hog-ties and tied to a post, both back and front."
Her Master laughed. "Then, I think this will be a new experience for you. Are you familiar with the terms *Kinbaku-bi* or *Shibari*?" He took up a large bag that had been placed by the wall, saying, "These are my paint brushes and art materials."
"Master, I don't know either of those terms. Are you going to paint my portrait?"
"Yes. In a way."
Niamh was intrigued as he unzipped the bag and produced lengths of bamboo and many metres of rope.
"A good portrait should be nude, don't you think? Please get undressed."
She slipped out of her dress, which was all she was wearing, and thought, *I'd better go to the Presentation Position, standing straight, hands behind my head and my legs parted.*
"Very pretty," Master Takana said, "but you can stand naturally for now." Niamh relaxed as he continued, "Kinbaku-bi* means beautiful tight binding; it is the art of Japanese rope bondage. In the West, it is usually called *Shibari*, which just means 'tying,' usually a parcel."
Niamh remembered that she had, long ago, seen some pictures of Japanese women, usually half-clothed, tied up in what looked like very uncomfortable positions. She explained this to Master Takana in a way she hoped conveyed her misgivings, as well as her acceptance of whatever he intended to do. She had no intention of refusal, which would certainly bring dire consequences, but she also was hoping for reassurances.
He laughed at Niamh's sly assertions. "While it is true that *Kinbaku* derives from ancient methods of torture, you need not have any worries. I am *Nawashi*, a master rope artist. I hope you will find this actually a pleasant experience. I will take some beautiful photographs to give to your Owner, as a memento of this evening."
All the while, Master Takana had been preparing his ropes. Now he said, "Lift your arms to the front, parallel to the floor, and I will begin with a simple chest harness. This is called *takate kote*." He passed the rope twice around Niamh, beneath her breasts, then, from the back over each shoulder in turn, forming a knot, and then, cinching the two shoulder ropes, passed the rope around her again, under her armpits and above her breasts.
He talked to her all the time, telling of the history of *Kinbaku*, how it had originated with the ancient Samurai practice for holding prisoners of war, to more erotic implementations in the late 19th century.
"Since the war, it has migrated to the West, and it seems that now anything goes. Some of the ties are purely decorative and do not restrain the 'captive' at all."
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ope and the touch of the Master were becoming more and more sensual. She felt emboldened to make a quip.
"Master, I hope you will not resort to anything so un-traditional."
The Master laughed long and loud. "I can see you will become a very good *Kinbaku* model. Perhaps I will buy you from Martin."
Niamh didn't know whether to take this seriously or not, so she put on her most demure smile and replied, "Che sara, sara,* Master." Of course, she had to explain this idiom, so ancient that its roots were lost, to the Master, who laughed uproariously and stroked her breasts, causing her nipples to spring to attention.
"It is rumoured Martin once *almost* sold a slave. But, perhaps we should not speak of this?"
Niamh knew the answer to that question. "Master, it shall be as you wish."
Master Takana finished the chest harness by passing the ends of the rope around the junction of the ropes above Niamh's breasts, the shoulder ropes and the column joining the loops below her breasts, forming a three-sided medallion of rope. When he had finished tying this figure, he turned a screen, which had a mirror on the other side. Niamh saw herself in bondage, and, for the first time, appreciated the aesthetic qualities of an art she had previously found only tedious, or uncomfortable, something she endured because her Owner had ordered it.
"Master, that is beautiful!"
"Are you surprised? This is only stage one. I'm going to take some photographs now." He re-arranged the lighting and shot her from every angle, and from full figure to minute detail.
"Are you feeling relaxed, Niamh?"
"Oh yes, Master. The binding was like stroking, and now I feel I am being tightly hugged."
"Very well, the next phase is more restrictive. Please place your forearms behind your back and kneel up on the platform." She clambered up on the platform and presented her back, arms linked behind. Master Takana proceeded to wind a new rope around each wrist, then bound her wrists together, with one bite of rope under her thumb and over her palm on each hand. The rope then travelled up to join the harness between her shoulder blades, and bound in her upper arms.
Niamh was now quite definitely captive, and virtually immobile. She could perhaps scramble to her feet — with difficulty — but, if she then fell over, she would have no way to break her fall. For a few moments, she felt her heart begin to race, but she also realised that her Master had been gentle with her and had explained each step and tie as he performed it. She remembered the lesson on power exchange: she was dominated, helpless clay in the hands of her Master, but he, on the other hand, would do everything for her, protect her, and guide her through the experience.
She relaxed and allowed herself to be moved and posed like a plasticine model, as he shot a long series of photographs.
"Has your Owner allowed your orgasm tonight?" he asked.
"He has promised us all a nice orgasm, Master."
"Well then, I'm sure he will not object if you have another. There is time to add a simple suspension, so I will see what can be achieved." At this stage, Niamh felt sure that Master Takana could, if he set his mind to it, achieve almost anything with rope.
The next rope wound around her hips, then around the top of each thigh, crossing with a twist over her crotch, exerting pressure on her sex. Niamh's first sensation was pressure on her bladder. *I hope I don't have to pee*, she thought, but as the binding continued, she felt a growing stimulation of her clitoris building the sexual tension that would have one inevitable end.
Her Master helped Niamh to lie prone on her belly while he attached further ropes to the chest harness, the hip binding, and then another tie to her ankles. All of these were attached to a movable bar which descended from the ceiling.
"This is definitely not traditional," he said as he activated the electric hoist, raising Niamh about a meter off the platform. "But it is very convenient." When he was satisfied, he took another series of photographs to document the event.
Niamh's weight added more tension to the ropes but still she felt oddly relaxed despite her helpless immobility and the swaying motion initiated by the hoist which brought further friction to her upper body and a delicious jolt to her sexual centre. She knew that she would soon be experiencing an intense orgasmic pleasure. *But I can't do anything for Master Takana*, she thought.
However, that thought was soon falsified.
The Master added one more tie, this time from a generous hank of her hair to the chest suspension, saying, "My dear, you look so erotically arousing, and I can see your own arousal, that I simply must enjoy you myself."
Niamh smiled to herself as she realised that her head was tilted at just the right angle to allow Master Takana easy access to her mouth. He stepped up on the platform and undid his trousers, presenting Niamh with a full erection. She opened her mouth, allowing him to slide into the cavity, greeting him with swirls of her tongue and gentle suction. He moved slightly inside her and those movements, though small, were sufficient to increase the friction on her clitoris. As she was rapidly reaching the point of no return, she was glad that her orgasm had been pre-approved, because she was incapable of asking permission. Nevertheless, she tried to ensure her Master came first, even though he seemed to have extraordinary powers of control.
Finally, Niamh could no longer suppress her body's reaction. She came, with a muffled yelp and a shudder that suffused every part of her body. At the same moment, her mouth was flooded by the Master's sperm. She could barely contain it, but somehow managed to keep most, as he slowly softened. When he disengaged, her mouth remained open, displaying his semen.
"Well done, Niamh," he whispered. "You may swallow."
She did so, gratefully, as he lowered her back to the platform, holding and stroking her for some time, before he began to unloose her ties. Helping the Master coil the ropes, Niamh snatched a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Crimson lines were appearing on her body where blood returned to the areas that had been constricted. The marks were a phantom of the harness she had worn, and Niamh knew they would last long enough to show off to the other slaves. She felt strangely proud of them, the mark of a service she had provided well, not just to Master Takana, but to Martin, her Owner.
Master Takana faced Niamh and bowed. Surprised, she bowed in return and told him, "Thank you, Master, for showing me the beauty of rope."
He smiled and took her again by the hand. "It's time to return to the salon. We are exactly on time for the next act."
Chapter 107: Girln-Girl at the Men's Party
The Dining Salon filled with returning Masters and their slaves, once more dressed. Masters had shed their jackets and ties while the slaves had dressed in the Prima Donna Madam Butterfly Bra and Bikini Panty. Igor had selected this pair, remarking that it showed beauty and full coverage in an exquisite floral embroidered, multi-part bra and panty. The angled cup would shape the slaves' breasts while the side support panels would help center the bust and give forward projection. Igor also liked the embroidered appliqués scattered over the front and sides of the set, with an embroidered butterfly appliqué at the center of the back waistband.
The slaves got their men another round of drinks, and each man started telling the others that they had enjoyed the most beautiful, willing and responsive "companion" available. They were mildly joshing Derek, whose story seemed to indicate that he was not quite in full control of the scenario with Dagmar.
Sally whispered in her gentleman's ear and quietly disengaged from his embrace. She retrieved her accordion from the locker where she had stored it and faced the group as the light dimmed and several spotlights picked out the chanteuse and the padded mattress, really a gigantic futon, that had replaced the dining table.
Master Takana noticed the dimming lights and clapped his hands. "Attention, gentlemen!" he proclaimed. "I believe the floor show has begun."
"Messieurs et Mesdames, les chansons d'Edith Piaf!" Sally struck a pose. She explained that her songs were French classics, beginning with the story of a poor street girl who loves the musician at the dance hall. Alas, he has to go to war while she dreams that when he returns they will open a brothel, he as the boss while she takes the cash. But he doesn't return and she is alone, because the guys don't like girls with long faces. She ends up in a low-down dive, where she breaks down, yelling "Stop! Stop the music."
Then, with a brief accordion introduction, Sally began with *L'accordéoniste*:
La fille de joie est belle
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Elle a une clientèle
Qui lui remplit son bas...
Elle écoute la java
Mais elle ne la danse pas
Elle ne regarde même pas la piste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longues de l'artiste
There's a beautiful hooker
Down on the street corner
She has many clients
That fill up her purse
She hears the Java music,
But she doesn't dance
She doesn't even watch the dance floor
And her adoring eyes
Follow the nervous playing
And the long skinny fingers of the artist
Dagmar waited nervously for her part to begin. Niamh had begun performing a sultry dance to Sally's singing and Dagmar was to make the first move.
Sally had one particular song for the end of her bracket: *Milord*:
"The last song is about a girl from the docks who often sees an English Milord around town, usually with a beautiful young girl. He never notices the singer, until one night, all alone he sits at her table, breaks down and cries."
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu, qu'elle était belle!
J'en ai froid dans le coeur
Regardez-moi, Milord
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue...
Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ça, je l'aurai jamais cru
Victoriously, you walk
arm in arm with a young miss
My God, she is beautiful
I feel a chill in my heart
Look at me Milord
You've never seen me...
Milord, you're crying?
I wouldn't have believed it.
Dagmar had been primed on her part in the show, and this was her entrance cue.
She had been wrestling with her feelings since the "Commencement" where Sally had been offered her release. Now, she was both excited by the opportunity for sex with the other slaves and repelled by the thought of doing it in public, and before an audience of men, at that. She had hoped that the excursion outside The Enterprises' HQ would provide a chance of escape. If she could hide out for a few hours, she could make it back to her bank.
Her hopes had been dashed by the trip to the wharves. Security was ever present, standard restraints were in place, and the van doors were locked. Sally had sensed her agitation and taken her hand. Dagmar could see that Sally was calm, smiling, seemingly accepting their position. They had been escorted on board the yacht, not hurriedly, but firmly, and never unwatched.
*Go on with the show*, she decided, was the best thing to do.
She sidled up to Niamh, who was dancing to the song. Taking her by the hand, she led Niamh to the padded mattress, the giant futon, which was their stage. Niamh put her arm around Dagmar's waist and squeezed. They halted for a kiss. Dagmar trembled as Niamh embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Just pretend we are all alone."
Dagmar whispered back, "Don't worry, I'm all right. In fact, I had quite a good time with Derek; tell you later."
Dagmar began to stroke Niamh's back, working her way down to the buttocks as Niamh concentrated on kissing her neck. Though she was not usually attracted to other women, Niamh was happy to put on this show because she had just recently experienced an intense orgasm. She was still aroused and her skin still tingled where she had been bound. Dagmar's touches were enhancing those feelings. She suspected that Dagmar had come as well.
Sally joined Dagmar and Niamh, and moments later so did Julie. They surrounded the two, kissing their necks, nibbling on their ears and slipping their arms between them, caressing breasts and bellies. Sally and Julie began to undo the fastenings of the other slaves' lacy lingerie and slowly made them nude. Their hands were added to sensations building up in Niamh. She disengaged from Dagmar and turned to Sally, her gentle tormentor. Niamh pressed herself against Sally, feeling her firm breasts beneath the lace. Her hand deftly undid the clasps while she teased Sally's neck with her lips.
Dagmar was on her knees, pulling Julie's bottoms down and off her legs, burying her head between Julie's thighs. Julie pressed her closer, sliding down until her cunt was available to Dagmar's lips. Sally and Niamh, both naked, were down on the mattress by now. Niamh was exploring Sally's slit with her tongue while Sally employed her fingers in Niamh's folds, dipping a finger into the well-lubricated cunt. The tension was building in Niamh; she needed more! To signal this, she raised her head and playfully nipped Sally's clit, eliciting a shudder and a yelp of delight.
The desired result came in the form of a new hand that tweaked Niamh's nipple. It was Julie, signalling a change in formation. Sally moved herself about, still allowing Niamh access to her sex, while she now attended to Dagmar with her tongue. Julie took over the stimulation of Niamh and Dagmar continued her service to Julie. In this fashion, the "Daisy Chain" that had been discussed with the Empress and agreed between the slaves was accomplished.
Each girl was sucking and nibbling and being sucked and nibbled in a spiral of pleasure, assisted by the random application of hands and even feet. A seeming perpetual motion machine, that increased the arousal with every revolution, until Dagmar jerked and groaned, setting off a chain reaction of gyrations and orgasms around the circle.
The men had been spellbound and silenced by this display of raw feminine sexuality. Some leaned forward, as if to catch every nuance of action in this drama. When, finally, the moans and twitching of the girls subsided, unrehearsed — but as one — the men burst into a round of applause. The ladies gathered themselves together and, facing the men, bowed deeply.
They stood for a moment holding hands, their bodies shining with sweat, catching their collective breaths. Master Takana raised a finger. "Ladies you must have enjoyed your meal; you devoured it! I must apologize for not providing napkins, but as our mothers taught us, good manners require a clean face. Please turn to your partner and take care of this without using your hands."
After a moment's hesitation, Julie took the initiative — and Dagmar's face, planting kisses and licks on cheeks and chin. Sally leaned into Niamh. She caught a drip under Niamh's chin and worked her way to the upper lip. As the four women enthusiastically completed their task, several men found the display even more arousing than the main performance.
Julie took the lead again and pulled Dagmar into a tight embrace. Sally reacted with a deep kiss and hug with Niamh.
Sally saw to refreshing each man's drink while the other slaves slipped into Lulus' Star Spangled Ivory Backless Lace Rompers for the remainder of the evening. The short uniform drew admiring looks from the men, especially when Dagmar did a few twirls. As the other slaves rejoined the gathering in the salon, Sally also donned the white uniform.
Chapter 108: Act Three of the Party
Julie and Niamh were exhausted but pleased that the Girln-Girl Second Act had gone so well — for the slaves — and had been received so enthusiastically by the men. Now, Act Three needed to be started.
The young man, Derek, took the initiative away from Julie, something which she was surprised to find irritated her.
"My friends," he announced, "I'd like to invite you to observe a Third Act this evening. As you may know, my family has had slaves for a few generations and I've grown up without thinking much about slaves or slavery. It was always just something there, ready-to-wear, right off the rack, to mix a few metaphors."
The other men paused and, curiosity on their faces, looked around the room for clues about what was about to happen. This hadn't been mentioned in any of the contacts or notices leading up to the party. Derek's metaphor reference eventually settled on them and they returned to their seats, expectant.
Neither Julie nor Niamh thought it wise to interrupt Derek, who seemed to know what and how he wanted to set up the rest of the evening.
"Now, while I've been setting up our business here in the SAR, I've thought about these things a bit more. Frankly, I don't really know much about this topic. So," — he paused for a deep breath and the men could see a look of resolve settle around him — "I asked the Empress to set up an *Introduction to Slavery* for me."
Everyone could hear the capital letters in his voice, which stayed strong.
"The rules are simple. This is to be as realistic as possible. There is no bar to our hosts saying or doing anything they would say or do to or with a real slave. There is no "safe word" here. I will submit as long as our hosts, and you fine gentlemen, will require it, although we all have to be at our usual offices in the morning."
This last, clearly the end of his speech, was greeted by a smattering of applause and smiles all around. In a moment, Julie felt the atmosphere change. Her nod to the engineer lowered the general room lighting just enough to emphasize the spotlight on Derek. Niamh passed a riding crop to her and Julie moved to face the new slave.
"Slave Derek," she started, "in a few moments we are going to move to the yacht's Playroom. There are a few rules in our slave corridor. Your obedience will be instantaneous and it will be complete. When I or my trainers give you a command, we will ask 'Do you understand?' This is your only chance to ask for an explanation of whatever you don't understand. Otherwise, you will answer simply, "Yes, Mistress," and you will perform the act commanded. Do you understand?"
Quickly and smoothly, Derek answered, "Yes, Mistress, ask for explanation and perform the command."
Led by Julie, the three men, the "new slave," and the Mistresses made their way to the Playroom. From her position just off to one side, Niamh breathed a bit easier. *At least, we started off properly.*
Julie started the catechism they had rehearsed. "A slave has no rights. A slave is property. A slave does not own his body. A slave's mission is to obey, to serve, and to be used. Do you understand?"
Julie thought there was just a hint of a smile on Derek's face. Was he gaining some confidence that he could manage this act?
Derek took a moment too long to answer the standard slave question. Julie applied a slash from the crop across his right shoulder. It wasn't a particularly hard slash, but it wiped the smile off Derek's face. *He's probably not so confident now,* thought Niamh, who had also detected the smile.
"Do you understand?"
The answer was rushed; one lesson had been learned. "Yes, Mistress, I am to obey, to serve, to be used."
Julie made sure her face showed neither smile nor frown. A slave must pick up clues to his Mistress' desires from almost nothing. He had a moment of appreciation for how helpful his own slaves were. But, he continued to focus on Julie.
"Your first service is to show yourself to your betters. You will strip. You will make yourself naked. You will put your former clothes into the basket Niamh will bring you. Now. Do you understand?"
He was already opening his shirt as he replied, "Yes, Mistress, strip naked." It wasn't sensuous or sensual, but it was functional and fast. Niamh's basket disappeared. He wanted to wonder if he'd ever see it again, but he closed off that thought as Julie began speaking.
"Now, slave, two more rules. You will not make any sounds except to speak when asked a direct question. You will not look directly at me or any of the Mistresses here. Do you understand?"
Again, a quick reply. "Yes, Mistress, no speaking, no direct looks." And Derek realized that he was the only one naked in the room. The men had dressed after the Act One usages and the females wore the lacy white lingerie. As with the No Speaking rule, he surmised, it was a maneuver to build some humiliation into his slave experience.
"Put your hands at the small of your back."
He felt his hands move before he could wonder what this Mistress was going to do with them. What she did was fix each wrist in a pair of shiny handcuffs.
Julie permitted herself a small smile. It was time for a "nice, soothing, word" for the slave.
"These manacles," she said, deliberately using the more menacing term, "are new. Virgin. Yours is the first skin they have tasted."
It was a test. Derek thought he should respond to such a compliment, but there had been no question. The mild burn on his shoulder convinced him to remain silent.
Julie nodded at the slave. "That was a test, slave. In the free world, you would have a polite answer. In the slave world, nobody is interested in what you think or what you think you have to say. Now, this position is what we call Transport Mode. We will use it to move you around, to get you to the places where we want you."
His mind reacted. Transport to where *they* wanted him. In slavery, he would not be going where *he* wanted to go. He felt a layer of control, of civilization, fall away from him and thought, *That's a pretty grand idea, and just from wearing a set of handcuffs.* But he knew it was true. A bit of worry started in his mind. *Where are they going to take me? Off the yacht? To some slave corridor?*
The answer appeared without announcement. Julie grabbed his prick and gave a small jerk to get him moving. She led him around to each of the other men, and then to the other females, pointing to his "package."
"It's not the biggest package we've seen, but his history shows it has worked fairly well. Our first modification for his body is to increase the length of his ballsac. For this, we will use a parachute."
Niamh brought a C-shaped disk of plastic and wrapped it around the neck of his scrotum, bringing the ends to overlap, forming a cone with its open end covering his balls. Snaps held the cone in place. Niamh hooked small weights to four rings and gently let their weight pull on the cone.
Derek couldn't see this application, but he did feel the instant pull on his ballsac. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but he had never heard of such an application, and worry started to grow in his mind.
Julie used his prick as a lead as she showed the parachute to each of the audience. With some thickening and lengthening of his prick evident, Julie suspected Derek was actually enjoying this manipulation of his manhood. Eye contact with Niamh suggested that they were ready to move to the next test.
"Handcuffs are quite adaptable to many uses," Julie lectured the new slave as she led him to a position in the center of the room. "I'm going to change yours. When I free your right wrist, I want you to hold your arms straight out in front of you. No other movements. No shoulder movements. No movements to work out any muscle kinks. Immediately and straight out front. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, straight out front."
The audience could see a flight of emotions cross Derek's face. For one not used to Transport Position, even the short time he had been in the position must have given the new slave some unfamiliar stretches of unused muscles. But the command included no moves or shakes to get a cramp to let go. It was going to be a test for the slave.
Julie freed the right wrist and Derek swung his arms around to "straight out front." Julie quickly reapplied the right wrist handcuff and left his arms outstretched.
"Slave, you did that exactly as ordered. This is the standard we're going to expect tonight."
Niamh signaled the engineer and the whir of a cable descending from the ceiling filled the room. Niamh clipped the snaphook on the cable to the links between the cuffs and signaled for the cable to rise.
Derek followed the gradual rise of his arms as they passed his shoulders, then his face, and continued upward. He realized that the cable could go all the way to the ceiling, and had a flash of panic as he realized that would haul him off the floor, to hang from just the steel bracelets of the handcuffs.
The cable stopped with his arms pulled up, but his feet still on the floor. His mind sent out a prayer of thanks, but the worry seated itself a bit deeper. The "demonstration of adaptability" for the handcuffs must have some further point, he figured. Stretched as he was, he could think of only one reason: they were going to whip him.
Sally wheeled a small trolley to the slave. He could move enough to see it bore a basin of water and a tray of shavers. The Mistress covered his package with shaving gel — a rather comfortable, cooling sensation, Derek thought. That thought evaporated as Sally started shaving his lower abdomen and pubic region, flipping his prick from side to side as she worked.
"Raise your left leg," she ordered. Derek responded even before he figured out what she wanted to do, which was to reach the hair between his ballsack and the rosebud of his anus.
"Lower the left leg and raise the right," followed in just a few moments. Derek was not ready for the obvious command, and complied slowly. From behind him, Julie applied another cut with her crop.
Anger flared in Derek's mind, along with a short cry escaping from his mouth. He was trying, wasn't he? How fast did they expect him to go?
Julie came around to face the new slave. "I expect you're a bit upset by the cut of my crop. Slaves do not get upset. Because your Mistresses want you to understand their expectations, I will explain. You should be processing each maneuver we put you through. You should understand that we are removing your bush. You should have been ready to change legs when your Mistress ordered it. You were not ready. We think that means you were not thinking about what your Mistress was going to want. That is a failure, and it requires a correction. The correction was a cut of the crop. Corrections often hurt, but they will not harm you. We think you are a valuable unit of merchandise, of property. What would be the point of harming you? Now, a hurt will always heal. Of course, once you are hurt, you will know that you can be hurt again. This knowledge, we know, makes the correction more effective for the slave. Do you understand?"
It was the longest speech Derek had heard about slavery. He saw the logic quickly, and the worry deepened in his mind. They could use the crop, and probably other more painful devices, any time. He could have "hurts" piled on each other. But now, his Mistress was waiting for an answer.
"Please, Mistress," he started, but then realized he wasn't sure what to say. He fell back on, "I'll try better," adding "Mistress" as an afterthought.
Julie waved the crop, an action that had Derek flinching. It was impossible to ignore a simple fact: he was learning that slaves are not in control of themselves, and not in control of what positions or actions they may be compelled to take. There was less confidence, now, replaced by feeling "adrift." He wondered, *how did his slaves at home manage to survive this loss of control?*
"Did you say 'try?'" asked Julie. "Slave, you must understand that 'try' is a term in rugby —British football — or in American football. Slaves do not 'try.' Slaves perform up to standards. We will train you to our standards and you will perform up to those standards. Do you understand?"
Derek's wall of worry received this explanation with some despair. Did these Mistresses expect perfection every time? He formulated an answer he thought might satisfy. "Yes, Mistress, perform up to standards."
He noticed Julie's smile did not reach her eyes.
By the time his Mistress had his package shaved cleanly enough for her standards, Derek was feeling the cooling effects of the shave gel where his bush had been. Several hands ran over the area, testing for stray hairs. To Derek, these touches were not the pleasant and stimulating caresses of his own slaves, but tests for further passes by the shavers. His prick had stopped responding to flicks sending it one way or another. His ballsac, weighted by the parachute, was beginning to ache, and he wondered if, indeed, it was now longer.
The cable began to let his arms down, and Derek became tense. Another maneuver, another test was starting! The worry, now seated deeply in his mind, added a new dimension. Could he figure out what his Mistresses wanted, and in time to meet their standards?
With his arms at the horizontal, the cable stopped. He was told that the handcuffs were going to be removed, but that he was to keep his arms outstretched. Niamh and Julie unsnapped the cable, which retracted, and freed his wrists from the handcuffs. After just a bit of a dip, he managed to keep his arms at the horizontal until the Mistresses each took an arm and brought it around to his back.
"We are pretty sure you don't know what a boxtie is," Niamh announced, "so this is your first bondage position. We will position each hand at the opposite elbow and we want you to grasp that elbow while we apply the rope." He felt his hands and arms being positioned and grasped his elbows as ordered. "Very good, slave," said Niamh, "now just hold the position."
Dagmar brought several hanks of rope and he could feel coils of rope grasping and then tightening against his forearms. He thought he could tell that knots were being tied, but he could not feel them.
"We tie the knots where your hands can't reach them," Niamh added. "We've found that slaves are more comfortable knowing that."
Derek's only thought was that the ropes, so far, were not painful. He wondered if the coils would cut off his circulation, but then realize | null | [] |
d that that would be a "harm" and Mistress Julie had told him that there was no reason to harm a valuable "unit of merchandise." He wanted to believe her, but wondered, *would a Mistress lie to her slave, perhaps to get the slave to be more compliant?*
As if she could read his mind, Julie had a lecture ready for him. "There must be complete trust between slave and Mistress. If a slave doesn't trust his Mistress, that could lead to mistakes in understanding what his Mistress wants and needs, leading to the slave failing his duty to his Mistress. If a Mistress cannot trust her slave, how can she give him any privileges? How can she be sure she is meeting his basic needs? For this reason, your Mistresses will never lie to you. You can always trust their word. And, similarly, you must never lie to your Mistress; it is a sign of disrespect. These are nonstarters in our world of slavery."
More rope was used to wrap his arms loosely to his chest, running above and below his nipples. Fingers wrapped rope around the strands in each armpit, taking up the slack and tightening this chest harness. He had seen this in photos of some Japanese *Shibari*, or *Kinbaku*, bondage models, and now felt how powerful those extra wraps were. He could move only his fingers, and not very much, at that. Again, he was paraded by a Mistress through the audience so the men could examine, and test with their fingers, the placement and tightness of ropes and knots. One man also fingered his nipples, finding them more erect than flat. The new slave was a bit embarrassed by this familiar handling, as well as by the state of his nipples.
Julie came around to his field of vision for a moment, but disappeared as she bent to examine his parachute. "I do believe we're seeing some stretching here," she intoned in a flat voice. "Now, we have a package we can put on display."
Derek couldn't understand what she meant. She had led him around by his prick, showing his prick and ballsac to the men and women before and after applying the parachute. Could there be that much change that more display was needed? His wall of worry began to develop an arch of humiliation.
Naimh, who had applied the parachute, appeared to remove, first the weights, and then the plastic disc. "Oh, yes," she exclaimed, "this prick and balls are much prettier now!"
Mistress Sally moved a sheet-draped piece of equipment into the center of the room. With a flourish, she removed the sheet, presenting a platform a little more than a meter square with a square wooden post rising from its center. The post was topped by a fan-shaped shelf of clear plastic, tilted forward just a bit. The handle of the fan, about three centimeters wide, was extended for several centimeters, ending in a window about two centimeters wide. Just before the window, the handle showed a soft mound of black vinyl. From each side of the fan portion, a threaded metallic column rose about five or six centimeters.
The new slave had no idea what the device was, but the fine finish and clean lines suggested it was an important piece of furniture. That was enough for his imagination to infer that he would experience it as a torture device.
Niamh led him to the device, mounting the platform from the "handle" side. She pulled him forward, so the handle slid between his legs, until his thighs were against the fan-shaped shelf. She spread his ballsac on the shelf, between the two upright columns.
Two Mistresses came to his sides, and Niamh passed his prick to one of them. The other held a clear plastic rectangle with two rows of holes in the long dimension of the plastic and slots running between the holes and the long edges.
Julie began a lecture, and Derek switched his attention to this Mistress. "There is a long history of use of stocks and pillories, but people often get them confused. The short version is that stocks generally hold the victim's feet, while a pillory holds the victim's neck and wrists. This device has some features of both. For instance, the shelf holds our slave's balls on display. You can see how much this display benefits from his prior exposure to the parachute as a ball-stretcher. Now, Niamh and I are going to shackle his feet in place, so that qualifies this as a set of stocks."
The two Mistresses wrapped leather cuffs around Derek's ankles, buckling them in place. Each cuff carried a D-ring and each Mistress used a short chain to lock Derek's ankles to the sides of the platform. Of course, spreading his legs to reach the width of the platform lowered his crotch onto the fan-shaped shelf and handle. Julie checked his buttocks, spreading them so his body could sink lower onto the shelf and handle.
"Now, his balls are held onto the shelf, so this qualifies as a pillory."
The men crowding around Derek nodded approvingly, with one commenting, "Exactly so. Very nice."
"Thank you, Sir," said Julie. "Now, I'm sure everyone noticed two components of the handle to the shelf that is displaying our slave's so-nice balls. At the end of the handle we have a window and, through this window, one can insert a device that will immediately bear on our slave's anus. I'm going to spread some lube on this device" — and she showed the audience a long, slender probe rising from a thicker handle — "and pass it through the window. A little more and I'll have our slave tell you what he feels."
There was silence for a few moments as Julie gently pushed the probe through the window and up to her slave's rosebud. As the probe pushed farther, Derek gasped and exclaimed, "No! Not there! That's not right, Mistress. Take it out; take it out!"
Julie, however, continued her manipulation of the device. Niamh came to the distraught slave and stroked his face. "Slave Derek, let me remind you of what we said earlier. You have no power, no control. All the power is with your Mistresses. That means that, whatever command they give, or whatever maneuver they do, is right, is correct. A slave does not have the power to decide what is right or correct. All that power is in his Mistress' hands.
"So, you see, what you just said makes no sense in the world of slavery. Do you see that, slave Derek? Do you understand?"
Julie's probe was now a few centimeters into Derek's ass, just past the sphincter muscle that holds the ass closed. There had been little pain, probably because of the thinness of the probe, but his ass was sending him "fullness" signals he'd never felt before.
He took a breath and gave Niamh the response she wanted. "Yes, Mistress, your commands are all correct, all right, Mistress."
It wasn't what he wanted to say, but he was learning that it was the proper reply to a Mistress. That difference, between what *he* wanted and what *they* wanted — and he had to provide — was a humiliating thing. He was the scion of an important family, sent to Hong Kong to establish an opening for a global business. A few lengths of leather, rope, and chain had reduced him to a compliant nothing. He had never, even when being hazed at University, felt such humiliation. He did remember, however, a tongue-lashing from a High School teacher about a book review ... But that was long ago and buried deeply.
Julie had driven the probe as far as she desired. The ribbing on the probe and the muscles of Derek's ass would hold it in place.
"I'm sure you are all wondering about this probe. Why put something so slender up our slave's ass? Something larger, say, a dildo, would have the size to stimulate pleasure centers for our slave. Now, our slave has been reasonably compliant, so I'm going to tell you that this probe contains some revolving wheels. When I turn it on, Derek will feel a pleasure he has not felt previously. Derek, would you like me to turn the probe on?"
It was a new question. Derek's mind recognized that, logically, the "No" answer was possible. Another part of his mind, however, told him that, logically, his Mistress was not likely to entertain that answer, and her response was also not likely to entertain him.
He hung his head a bit more. "Yes, Mistress, please turn the probe on."
Niamh held the remote control for the probe, and she turned it on as Derek spoke. The strange motions in his rectal canal surprised and scared Derek at first, and he yelped a few times. But, after a minute, the rhythm of the movements became sensual and he found himself pushing back on the probe. Julie responded by thrusting the probe a bit deeper and then withdrawing it, repeating the cycle as if the probe was a prick fucking a cunt. Derek found himself rising along the rainbow of arousal and wondered if his Mistress meant for him to have an orgasm?
No such luck! Derek never knew how his Mistress could know how far up the rainbow she had pushed him, but she stopped short of an orgasm.
Julie explained. "Derek, you remember we said that a slave owns nothing, not even his body. That means you don't own your orgasms. You must ask permission from your Mistress if you want to climax. You didn't, and so I withdrew the probe.
"Now, however, we have a chance to experiment with the second feature of the pillory's handle. Derek's 'taint' — named because 'it taint balls and it taint rosebud' — is resting on a black vinyl device. We're going to turn it on, starting at a low level, and we'll let Derek tell you what he feels. You will tell us, won't you, my dear slave?"
The "dear slave" felt a flash of resentment at the condescension in the question. But he managed to voice his agreement. The wall of worry had his mind clearly attuned to what his Mistresses wanted.
Niamh tapped a few buttons and the vibrator in the handle came to life. The early sensations did not reach forward to his balls, or backward to his ass, but straight upward into his prostate. As Niamh increased the strength of the signal, he felt himself, once again, rising up the arousal rainbow.
Haltingly, he managed to put a few words together. "Mistress, I didn't know this area was so sensitive. I can't describe the sensation exactly, but it feels good."
One or two of the other men knew exactly what Derek meant, but remained silent.
As Niamh increased the signal further, however, the pleasure began to change, until Derek began whimpering with the combination of pleasure and pain common to this area. He was about to violate the rule on speaking with a plea to stop when, again, his Mistress knew he had reached a particular point. A touch of a button and the black vinyl pad fell silent and still.
One of the Mistresses came up to the slave and wiped his face with a warm washcloth. It was the most pleasant experience of the evening, Derek thought.
Niamh returned the remote to its place and announced, "Now, let's see what the other Mistresses have been doing."
The Mistress with the plastic rectangle lifted it a short distance. She had laid the new slave's prick on the plastic and, with her partner, had laced it in place with a bright red shoelace, tying a large bow at the front of the plastic. The prick was straight and markings on the plastic showed its length at eight centimeters, clearly not engorged or aroused.
"The interesting thing that can be done with this plastic is to lay it on top of our slave's ballsac. You'll notice that the two upright columns from the shelf fit into the slots in the prick plastic. Now, I have a pair of wing-nuts that fit on the threads of the uprights. As you watch, I can spin the wing-nuts down, which would compress the prick plastic on the ball display shelf. Of course, I could tighten the wing-nuts as much as desired, until the balls are crushed flat."
Derek's cry startled the fascinated audience. "No, Mistress, please, no!" Even with his feet spread and his torso pressing firmly on the device, the slave was making a surprising amount of motion.
Aware that his cry had violated one of Mistress' rules, Derek was trying to regain some control over his body. Everyone could see the flush on his face and chest as he fought this battle. Julie and Niamh came to his sides and stroked his neck and arms, moving around to his front as his gyrations softened to mild tremors.
"Derek," Julie murmured softly. "Let's take this in order, right? First, you haven't remembered that we told you that there is no point in harming a slave, right? Second, the Mistress said she *could* tighten the wing-nuts. She didn't say she was going to. Third, in fact, she didn't spin the wing-nuts very far down the uprights at all. It seems evident that you were not trusting your Mistress.
"You also spoke out despite the rule of no speaking. Now, slave, do I have all your crimes listed?"
Derek's mind was only partially listening. Mostly, his attention was still on his prick and balls. He knew his Mistress was running down a list, probably of the bad things he had done. He saw no way to contradict her because his emotions, brought into play by the Mistresses' maneuvers, prevented clear thoughts. From his wall of worry and its arch of humiliation, he could put together only a few words. "Please, Mistress, your slave apologizes. Please, Mistress, let me go." As he said it, he knew it was not right. It was not even enough. If he could have fallen on his knees and begged, he knew he would have. Only the pillory kept him upright. He was broken. Softly, he began to cry.
From the discussions Julie and Niamh had held with Pat and Anne and then with Martin and Edward, they recognized that the once confident entrepreneur was not the body in front of them. The young man had broken more quickly than they had anticipated. Instinctively, they knew that repair was now needed.
Julie took the lead. "Derek, we've been holding slaves for a long time, and we're good at it. Just this evening shows that, right? So, we're going to let you earn yourself back. If you follow my instructions, it will all be fine again. Do you understand?"
His mind grabbed at the offered way out. "Yes, Mistress," he sobbed. "Just tell me what to do."
"All right, Derek. The first thing is you have to pay for violating the rule of no speaking. I'm going to gag you for a little bit, so you won't forget, but it will clear your slate of this crime. Do you understand?"
Derek wasn't sure about his Mistress' logic, but she had said the gag would clear his slate. He knew he should trust her and he knew that meant he had to agree with her correction. He managed to put the words together: "Yes, Mistress, a gag for the speech crime."
Niamh brought the gag they had selected for this possibility. It was a bit gag, about ten centimeters wide and two centimeters thick. It was covered with a smooth, tasteless plastic. Large O-rings at each end supported two straps. The heavier strap went around Derek's head, pulling the bit against the corners of his mouth. The thin strap went under Derek's chin, holding his tongue flat. As with most gags, he would be able to make sounds but not words. And he would drool.
As the bit gag was fitted, Derek began to regain some composure. He had not trusted his Mistresses. He had violated several rules, including speech. He was being put into a gag, so speech was impossible. In this way, he would begin to pay for his crimes against his Mistresses.
Niamh picked up the conversational tones Julie had used. "Derek, for your other crimes, you need to be spanked. But, you're not a child, so we won't spank you. But we have a special instrument, a flogger, that we use for these crimes. We're going to take you out of the devices you are in and take you to a saltire. This is a place where we can fasten you so you can receive the flogging. Do you understand?"
That question! Always needing an answer. He wanted the Mistresses to just do what they wanted. He didn't want to have to think of the answer they wanted. He nodded a "Yes," and prepared to go to the saltire for a flogging. He wasn't sure what a saltire was, but his Mistress had said it was where he would have his flogging, so it must be a good thing. Mistress had said that they had all the control and power, so any command was good and right and proper. So, he would go to the saltire when they led him there.
There were a few moments of pleasant touches as the Mistresses freed Derek from the scrotal pillory and its devices. Next came release from the boxtie and two of the Mistresses moved his arms to "work out the kinks;" much of his upper extremities was somewhat stiff. When the Mistress with the warm washcloths did his face, chest, and manhood, Derek felt as if all was right with his world, almost. He was glad the bit gag prevented him from the error of speech, because he had been about to express his thanks and gratitude. The last service the Mistresses did was to buckle leather bands on his wrists, matching those on his ankles. His first glimpse of these bands noticed that they were fleece-lined — *for comfort against something,* he wondered? — and each bore a pair of D-rings.
Julie and Niamh circled him, examining for any problems. Derek wondered why they didn't simply ask him to turn around. But, he had learned enough of slave control to realize that these Mistresses were doing as they pleased. And, therefore, that was the right and proper way.
Mistress Sally pulled a cord and a sheet dropped away from a device projecting from a wall of the Playroom. It was a large χ-shaped structure, easily two meters tall. It was fastened to the wall at the crossing of the arms. The lower arms showed small platforms for the occupant's feet. The upper arms showed dowels that could be used as hand-grabs. D-rings were spaced about ten centimeters apart up and down each arm, on the inside and outside borders. It was crafted of close-grained wood and the care evident from its finish told Derek it was a well-loved instrument.
Mistresses Niamh and Julie took their slave's arms and walked him to the wall beside the instrument. "These are some of the implements we can use to beat you," Julie said. Niamh added, "Each provides a different kind of pain and leaves a different mark. I have been told that an experienced whipmaster can use a series of instruments and bring out a symphony of cries from his target."
They showed him several whips, single-, double-, and multiple-tailed, of differing lengths and thicknesses. There were also different straps, some of leather and some of rubber, which Julie explained left larger and, sometimes, permanent marks. A tall canister contained several canes soaking in brine, which, Niamh explained, made them more supple and heavier, so that a caning was an experience to remember.
Julie finished the tour of the wall by selecting an instrument with many "falls," as she called them. "This is a flogger. The general plan is to have many falls so that even a light blow delivers a definite sting and thud. The leather may be thinner, as in this instrument which has falls of deer leather, or heavier, as with elk or cattle falls. Some prefer a wider fall, which has more thud, but this instrument has a more standard width, which tends to give more of a sting. Some floggers have a few as a dozen falls, but I've seen some with 40 falls. This one has 24 falls. We've selected this one because it is nicely balanced, which makes it easier for the Mistress to use, and it produces a nice balance of sting and thud."
Derek's insides were churning by the time his Mistresses finished their "educational séance." He supposed part of it was simple intimidation, and he wasn't currently interested in whatever else was going on. He wondered if his own slaves ever got to this "Let's get it over with" state. If his Mistresses had not been holding him, he thought he'd just run up and mount the saltire.
Finally, his Mistresses did lead him to the instrument. He assumed he'd climb aboard with his back facing into the room, but they turned him around and backed him onto the saltire.
The four Mistresses cooperated on fixing their slave to the saltire, each working with one extremity. In addition to the wristlet and anklet tie-points, he had a wide belt around his waist attached to the crossing point of the device.
Julie picked up the educational discussion. "The saltire is also known as the St. Andrew's Cross. When St. Andrew was to be crucified, he pleaded that it not be on the same type cross as his Savior, because he wasn't as worthy as his Savior. The adjustment still led to his execution.
"The proper procedure for a slave being whipped or flogged is for the slave to count each stroke, express thanks to his Mistress, and request another stroke from his Mistress. However, we would like to keep your bit gag in place. It will save you from saying some humiliating things, we have found. So, one of the other Mistresses will count, thank, and request for you. You should remember to thank her later. And, of course, there will be a later. Despite how you feel or think during your flogging, there will always be a 'later.'"
Derek had just a moment to consider what he was feeling and thinking at this point. He was a bit angry that he was going to be flogged; he hadn't really done anything so bad, had he? He was a bit humiliated to be exposed so completely to other men of his social class. He was even more humiliated that it was slaves who were doing this to him. Still, he had been considering his request to the Empress for some time, and this seemed like a convenient time to put it into action. He realized that he had learned much more in the past minutes than he could have gained from some books or an internet search.
On balance? On balance, he didn't want to be where he was, but he was satisfied to be where he was. Crazy? *Well, that's life.*
The Mistresses, all slaves themselves, had known that he'd come to this state of knowledge because each of them had followed more or less the same path. The loss of personal control was the most difficult lesson for each of them to learn. The different protocols from different slave corridors or different training schools were not really all that different. The Master or Mistress commanded and the slave performed according to the standards to which they had been trained. Each of them felt fortunate to be at The Enterprises now. Some had heard tales from other slaves that didn't bear repeating. Some Owners were cruel; many were uncaring or unthinking. The Enterprises was definitely a better place to be.
Even Dagmar, who had been a slave for less than a month, understood this. She wasn't sure about all her Masters and trainers, but she was sure about Julie. Whatever that one would ask, Dagmar would move heaven and earth to accomplish.
And so, it was with some pride that Dagmar had accepted the job of counting for any flogging or whipping that Act Three would entail. She took her position just to the side of the saltire and waited for Julie to begin.
Julie had no illusions about this flogging. Derek was going to hurt, but she knew that hurts heal. Whatever he had wanted to learn from this *Introduction to Slavery*, she hoped she had taught. She hoped her Master and the Empress were satisfied with her performance of this assignment, but she was satisfied she had done as much planning ahead of time, and as much thinking during this Act Three, as possible. As with any slave performance, her Master would tell her what she needed to know when she needed to know it.
She raised her arm and the flogger jumped forward, striking her target: the slave's left thigh.
"One," counted Dagmar. "Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?"
A slight adjustment and the flogger flew forward, marking the right thigh. "Two. Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?"
Then, it was the right shoulder, followed by the left shoulder. She was careful not to mark the neck. These welts would not be mistaken for the "hickeys' of her teen years.
She had considered whether to continue the targets in a predictable pattern. That preparation might have been easier for Derek to take, but the Empress had emphasized the young man's focus on "reality." She compromised by going in the reverse order for the next cycle of strikes.
During the third cycle, Julie realized that Derek wasn't cringing or crying or moaning. He was taking each stroke as if it was a badge of courage. The Laws of Slavery flashed in her mind: *A slave never wins.* It was important for Derek, while a slave, to realize this. He had thrown down a gage of battle; her Masters and the Empress were relying on her to pick it up — successfully.
She didn't increase the force of her blows, or speed up the rhythm of the flogging. She began to seek out targets in a random order, removing Derek's advantage in preparing for a strike. She glanced at Niamh and was certain that Niamh had picked up the same challenge. A barely perceptible pair of nods confirmed her intent. A line from an old NASA moonflight came to her: *Failure is not an option.*
She knew that time was on her side. Even if she made no adjustments, eventually the weight of all the strokes would break Derek's resolve. We all have limits, she knew. But, she didn't want this to go on endlessly.
It was a strike on his left breast, right on the nipple, that drew the first sound from the slave. Julie put the next strike on a thigh, and there was no reaction. She went back to the right breast, again targeting the nipple, and drew another sound. They weren't screams or cries, but that was the strategic area.
Slowly, with an occasional blow elsewhere, Julie painted Derek's body from his nipples downward. There were a few blows directly to his navel, usually a sensitive spot, which rewarded her with twitches and more sounds.
As she passed to his lower abdomen, she thought the slave couldn't fail to realize her ultimate target: his prick and balls. A shot to the shoulder elicited a cry; Derek had been fooled by the random target, but he clearly knew her plan. The battle continued, with Dagmar announcing the count, thanking the Mistress, and requesting another.
Julie wondered if any of the men understood the battle going on. A quick look at them showed a smile or two but intense concentration on each of their faces. Yes, these men knew. And they were on her side. Derek might be their business partner tomorrow, but tonight he was just a slave.
The march toward his prick continued, with Derek's responses becoming louder and longer. It was not yet the hopeless surrender that Julie required. She detoured around his package to stripe his upper thighs and thought she saw a bit of sag in his posture.
She wanted it to be over. It had to be done; there was no other possibility. Still, she had admiration for a "worthy opponent." She let fly the first blow to his prick, and heard the cry she had been waiting for. A handwave to Dagmar cut off her announcement with just the count.
As they had prepared, the four Mistresses worked to free the student-slave from the saltire. Julie and Niamh worked the bit gag out of his mouth as the others unbuckled the wristlets and anklets. Finally, Dagmar embraced him, whispering that he should follow her to the showers.
When Derek was gone, the three men surrounded Julie, smiling and offering thanks and congratulations. One said, "I didn't expect he'd be so tough, he's only just past being a kid. But you did exactly what I'd expect you to do. It was beautiful. I suspect you've got some cameras around, and I'm sure he'll treasure this hour or so for a long time."
There was a lot of milling around, with the men inspecting all the devices the girls had used and asking questions about the girls' feelings, especially during the last battle. Thankfully, none of the slaves said anything discourteous or stupid. Julie wondered why the men, all with empires of their own, were not just making their way out. After the emotions of the battle, Julie wasn't sure a fundraising appeal was the best idea to close out the evening.
The appearance of a fully-dressed Derek explained the milling about. As one, the men and the slaves applauded the young man who had the courage to ask a question, make a request, and then follow through so completely.
Derek came up to Julie, who was not sure she could face the man. She was about to drop into Position One when he took her jaw in a gentle hand and kissed her.
"Julie, I think I know how hard this was for you. It is probably the hardest assignment Martin has had for you. You managed the last battle with care and insight. You reflect great credit on your Owner and trainers, and I'll be sure to tell them and the Empress just that."
Julie felt the tears rising, but she managed to keep her voice strong as she said, "Thank you, Sir. Your words mean a great deal to this slave. I will always remember you, Sir."
Turning to the other men, Derek grinned and announced. "I've had the best night tonight. Now, you know this was supposed to be a fundraiser for the Empress' favorite institution, the Opera. I've heard a bit of the plans and I think it's a great idea. My family and I will donate a quarter-million dollars — that's US dollars —toward the project, and I'd like each of you to join me."
Niamh jumped on Julie, embracing her friend and teacher. "That ought to satisfy our Owner!"
"And the Empress, too," added Julie.
The men accompanied Derek down the gangplank and to the parking area where their cars were waiting. The waves and handshakes were testimony to a successful business event.
Pat, Anne, and a Security crew swept into the room and added their congratulations. Even the Captain of the yacht, who had hardly any responsibilities in the evening after the dinner buffet was set up, came in and delivered a kiss to each of the slaves. "Anytime you get a day off, just come visit us," he announced to a round of applause.
As if slaves get a day off.
The Security crew put each of the slaves into Transport Mode and, in a few minutes, cars and vans from The Enterprises had these actors and their troupe moving back to The Enterprises' headquarters.
*Authors' Note: The Men's Party is over. How do you, Dear Readers, think Julie and our other slaves have done? Will her performance be satisfactory for the Empress to allow Julie to become Martin's First Lady? What else will be disclosed during the inevitable debriefing? Your opinions and suggestions, as usual, will be welcome!*
*J Spe and Taliesin1* | null | [] |
Thermal Expansion By Swishy Raccoon (Robert Frye)
Getting this trip together to hang out with his best friend was the best idea the raccoon ever had he thought as he merrily strode along the sidewalk to his buddy's house. For years, Byron had had a crush on his best friend, a red fox named Edward, but he couldn't get around to telling him that not only was he gay, but that he also was in love with him and this trip was his plan to break the ice.
He rang the doorbell and a few moments later Edward's mother came to the door; a cute vixen with blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. She smiled, "Come on in Byron, Edward is just getting his gear together. He'll be down in a bit." The ringtail thanked her and came inside, sitting on the couch. "I hope you boys don't get into trouble. It's pretty cold up in the mountains this time of year." Edward's mother said, sitting in her easy chair, picking up her crochet set.
It was February and neither of them had ever been snow camping or skiing so the plan was to rough it in the snowy peaked caps of the mountains around, and possibly try some skiing, though secretly they weren't going to be near any resorts; they just wanted to camp where no one would spoil their fun. "Don't worry Mrs. Raposa, I'll be extra careful and I always come prepared. I was a cub scout, remember?" Byron said with a grin as Edward came down stairs, his things in a neat bundle on his back.
After they said their goodbyes to Ed's mom, they loaded up Byron's car and set off to their destination. It was a fun, if uneventful drive up the mountains. About the only thing they had to stop for besides lunch and gas was to put the chains on the tires, which being the first time doing so wasn't exactly easy, but they made the best of it, lobbing snowballs at each other and giggling as they worked.
It was getting late in the afternoon and would be dark in about an hour when they finally hiked up to a good place to set up camp. "I only have a two man tent, I hope you don't mind," Byron said; a part of his ulterior motive to be closer to his best friend and crush. Edward smiled and shrugged, "S'ok, it's better than nothing at all. I don't even own a tent." The quickly set up the tent and got a fire going to cook some of the pre-packaged food they brought with them. The night went on with roasting of s'mores, telling of ghost stories and of course a little smoking from the bong Byron packed with him before putting the fire out and nestling into their sleeping bags and going to bed.
"Good night, Ed."
"Night, B."
"Hey, Edward? Um... I have something I want to tell you..."
"Yeah?"
"Er well... Uh... Never mind... I'll tell you in the morning."
"Whatever, B. Night."
Edward fell asleep almost immediately; his back turned towards his friend. Byron on the other hand chided himself silently, cursing himself for being so nervous and not telling his friend whom he knew would understand, even if he didn't feel the same way. Eventually he cried himself to sleep, and swore to tell him tomorrow after they did some hiking.
Morning came and Byron made breakfast, neither one finding the powdered eggs to be all that appetizing and instead filled up on bacon and sausage. They put the fire out and made sure no trace of it was left, just in case an official found it and them; they weren't in a camping area, nor were fires permitted on park grounds. They then packed up the tent and got their packs on and set off hiking, exploring the mountains unrestricted by someone else's rules.
Everything was going great until they found a large frozen lake which their hike had them planned to cross.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Edward said, testing the solid water with a footpaw.
"It should be. The ice this time of the year is thick enough to skate on." Byron said, stepping onto the frozen lake, turning back to his companion. "See. It's fine, come on."
"Alright..." Edward said, stepping out onto the lake, following Byron's lead.
Byron was actually a bit worried because the map he had of the area didn't have a lake marked here, and it was pretty big; at least a few miles across to his estimation. He was a fearless leader though and didn't want to worry Ed. Eventually his own worrying was forgotten when he caught sight of trees ahead, and laughed.
"I'll race ya to the shore!" He exclaimed and began running as quick as he could; the snow fall on the ice making it hard as it is without slipping all over on the slick surface.
"Wait up!" Edward shouted, picking up his pace to follow the 'coon. Suddenly his heart stopped. Byron just disappeared before his eyes and all he heard was a yelp followed by a faint splash. The ice had thinned out and his friend had fallen through!
"BYRON!" He shouted, running to where his friend fell in. He carefully tiptoed on the ice so as he wouldn't fall in as well and crawled to the hole that Byron had made, peering into the not-so-clear blue water. He couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly he heard a faint tapping a few feet over and scrambled over to see what it was; brushing the snow off the ice. He saw Byron beneath him, pounding the ice in vain trying to break through.
"I'll get you out, B! Hold on!" He screamed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He threw his pack off and quickly tried to remember where his hatchet was but couldn't even open the zipper and he looked back at Byron, his pounding slowing. "Fuck it!" He shouted and began punching the ice with all his might. He pounded again and again, hearing the ice crack beneath his paws while it was being stained by blood from the sharp splinters cutting his knuckles. With one final slap he broke through and grabbed the freezing wet raccoon from the water and grabbed his back pack and sprinted quickly by cautiously to the shore, building a fire with the emergency stuff Byron had given him in case it rained. He hurriedly started the fire and set up the tent, which thankfully was on his pack and stripped the shivering young man pulling him inside. "Come on... warm up..." He said as he pulled his sleeping bag over the still moist raccoon. The water in his fur wasn't helping at all but Edward remembered something he saw on TV once about thermal transference. "Don't hate me for this B, it's for your own good..." The fox said, stripping from his clothes and getting into the sleeping bag with his frozen friend, holding him close and rubbing him for extra warmth from the friction.
Soon, Byron stopped shivering but was still unconscious and Edward hoped he was alright and checked his breath, sighing with relief when he heard him breathing normally. "Thank God..." He said, his arm draped over the black and grey form in the bag with him. He thought about getting out and putting his clothes on, but the excitement from before had fatigued him and he soon fell asleep, spooning with his friend.
As he slept he dreamed about the events but soon his mind started wandering towards other fantasies. "Mmm... that feels good..." he heard in his dream. Or was it? He slowly awoke and felt a furry rump pressing against his waist, and his now erect fox cock. Forgetting about where he was he pulled the sleeping raccoon closer and myrred as Byron grinded against him. "You're pretty frisky baby..." Ed murmured in Byron's ear. Byron moaned back, "Fuck me Ed..." having dreams of his own, and Edward came to his senses, remembering what was going on. He froze for a moment and then felt Byron press his ass against his throbbing hard on, the hot tailhole of his friend exciting him even more as a drop of pre leaked from the head and coated the orifice. At first he was scared, then confused, but he smiled finally seeing his friend in a new light. He had always though the 'coon was cute, even for a guy. He thought himself bi but never really experienced anything with another male before and this got him thinking.
"I'll fuck you, B. Consider it repaying me for saving your life." The vulpine whispered in Byron's ear, causing the sleeping raccoon to moan again and smile. Ed kissed Byron on the cheek and reached a paw to his loins, positioning his prick at Byron's winking entrance and slowly pushed himself inside, gasping from the intense pleasure of heat and tight grip his friend's ass had. Slowly he pushed all his length inside and held it there, the raccoon myrring loudly.
He began to pull out and then thrust inside again, working up a rhythm of slowly fucking Byron's cute butt, his pre cum lubricating the hole as he thrust in and out of the raccoon. Edward lost himself inside his friend, gaining speed and power, and without even thinking he reached a paw around and found Byron's erect cock, leaking its own lube and began to stroke him in time to screwing that wonderful pink pucker. Byron moaned and myrred, finally feeling his friend inside him as he pretended to sleep. He waited so long for this moment and the feeling of intense pleasure of that hot fox cock inside him, with the knot popping in and out of his hole, Ed's balls slapping against his ass as well as the paw on his cock coupled with knowing his was being taken by the one person he loved for so long caused him to orgasm, shooting his cum against the sleeping bag and Ed's paw.
The smell wafted up to Ed's nose and with one final thrust, he impaled the raccoon, tying with him as his knot swelled, filling Byron completely before he shot load after load of cum deep inside the bowels of his best friend, and now lover. "Mmm," the fox myrred, "I love you..." He smiled "I love you too, Edward." Byron reciprocated, reaching an arm back to scritch the fox's side. "That was the reason I planned this trip... To finally tell you how I feel." Edward smiled, deep down always having a similar feeling for Byron but never accepting it until now. "Hey, you're supposed to be asleep... Naughty 'coon. Don't ever scare me like that again, huh?" He said, resting his head on Byron's shoulder, kissing the 'coon's neck.
"I won't love... But even if something happens, you'll be there to save me." Byron smiled and hugged the fox with his tail. "Let's get some sleep though... It's already late and we have more hiking to do in the morning."
Edward laughed and kissed Byron again, "Even after facing near death, you still want to continue our trip? I guess that's why I've been your friend for so long; nothing phases you."
They both laughed and kissed each other, still tied together in a bond of love and fell asleep with dreams of the next day's adventure before them. The End | Thermal Expansion by Robb Frye | [
"Anal",
"Bad Language",
"Camp",
"Drugs",
"Fox",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Raccoon"
] |
Text: "So...who's this friend of yours?"
Cathy squeezed Claire's hand gently as the couple walked down the greater part of London's downtown areas. The two hit it off quite well, and much to both of the girl's amazement, Catherine had enjoyed the pneumatic experience Claire visited upon her. Now matters turned more to business, and the two were off to visit one of Claire's friends to help increase the woman's ability to inflate women.
"Her name is Sydnie...she heard about what I've been doing, and she said she could help. I knew she was a bit odd the day I met her, but this is news to me too..."
Claire answered as they approached a rather fanciful appearing apartment complex and strolled in the main doors.
"She lives in the basement level I believe...rather nice here don't you think?"
Claire held fast onto Cathy's hand as her lover nodded. A quick trip down a flight of stairs and the duo found themselves in front of a door without a peephole even.
"Sydnie! It's me, Claire!"
The brunette called out as she rang the buzzer, the sound of metal clattering to the ground and glass shattered heard afterwards, and shortly a a tall brown-haired woman wearing a bandanna answered them.
"Oh! You're early...come in."
Sydnie ushered them inside. Catherine's eyes widened as she took in the sights of the woman's flat. Scrap metal, glass and...rock candy?
"Oh my god, I need to have my sweets today!"
Cathy blurted out and snatched an oddly glowing crystal from what she imagined was the kitchen counter and munched it down, amidst Sydnie's protest and Claire's cautionary advice.
"Yuck...that candy was sickeningly sweet...what do you mean that wasn't candy? What...*BOING-BOING!* *BWOOMPH!* YAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
Cathy's face turned red instantly as she placed her hands on her cheeks and screamed. Her breasts had instantly swollen up and destroyed her bra, taking her blouse with it. In addition, much to Claire's delight, her sizable posterior had blown the back of her pants out with the same gusto as her chest.
"I tried tellin' ya! These are the crystals I was telling you about Claire...she'll be like that for a while at least...a day or two minimum. Eating them reduces the effects size, but saturates the body with the magic in em'...luckily that was near depleted crystal or you'd be carrying her home on a string!"
Sydnie explained to Claire, the two carrying on their own conversation as Catherine explored her new assets, her hands rooming around her small-beach ball sized breasts and her rather lovely bottom. Sydnie walked over to what appeared to be her work table and pulled out a ray gun that made Claire think it came straight out of an old sci-fi film.
"This is my inflation-ray pistol...I can set it to affect certain body parts...or set it to turn them into a full balloon! See..."
Sydnie continued to explain her gadget as she loaded a glowing crystal into it. She aimed at Claire playfully, the woman throwing her hands up in joking surrender before the gun fired, hitting Claire right in the tits.
"Oooof! You...didn't just shoot that thing at me, did you?!"
Claire explained, and she received her answer shortly, but not from the giggling Sydnie. An audible hiss began in her bosom, the woman frantically unhooking her bra and panicking slightly. She had never experienced inflation in her own body before, and thoughts about how it would feel like and all sorts of slightly more perverse thoughts filled her mind as the magically generated helium filled her boobs. They stretched and expanded, rising up under her shirt and giving it the appearance of two mountains rising up.
"Damn...I should have taken the shirt off too...Urgh!"
Claire exclaimed in and increasingly high pitched voice as the barely contained globes pushed up under her chin, and then up into her face shortly, A lengthy ripping noise began within a few moments as the shirt began to tear right at the line between the two helium-hooters.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me! You better make sure I don't float off now!"
Claire once again yelled at her friend who was too occupied with rolling around on the floor giggling wildly to notice the other woman taking a boob-lead trip to the ceiling. Claire was soon left with the two tattered halves of her shirt on each arm, her tits simply enormous, easily the size of two huge beach balls before the hissing subsided.
"Okay...okay...*snort* Hahahaha!...I'm fine now...look at you! I'll reverse it...just give me a second..."
Sydnie continued to burst into laughter as Claire kicking her legs and trying to wrap her arms around her gargantuan fleshy-globes in an attempt to cover her exposed nipples. Sydnie fumbled with the dial to set it to reverse when another fit of giggling gripped her...and she lost her grip on the gun. The device fell to the floor and discharged, the laser bouncing and pinging across the room off of any metal surface. Claire narrowly avoided the blast by lifting her leg, and the ray whizzed past Catherine's head before hitting Sydnie square in her ass, the woman jumping up with a yelp.
"This isn't going to be good..."
Sydnie said, Claire now cackling at her in reprisal. As the woman predicted, her bottom began to squeak and hiss as it started to swell up and inflate. Sydnie made an attempt to slide her shorts off but it was too little...too big, rather, too late. Her buttocks expanded like to oddly shaped orbs competing for space within her tiny shorts, and destroyed the garment utterly within mere seconds. She made a half hearted swipe as a bar on a wall as she felt herself being lifted up by her behind, missing by mere centimeters, her bottom hitting the ceiling with a bouncy whump sound. Within minutes, Sydnie's posterior equaled Claire's tits in size and buoyancy, Claire laughing as Sydnie crossed her arms and huffed, just a little annoyed.
"Great...we'll be like this for at least half an hour! Your friend over there is too busy feeling herself up to help...your tits block your view for the most part, and I'm pretty sure by ASS has it's own gravity field now!"
Sydnie screamed at Claire who just laughed at her.
"It's what you deserve! You ripped one of my favorite shirts!"
Claire retorted, the two exchanging half-assed...or in the case of Sydnie, full-assed exchanges of childish insults and playful remarks before a soft, high pitched hissing began to escape from Claire's nipples. She began to giggle uncontrollably and blush much the same as the air flow tickled her and aroused her at the same time.
"Oh no...if...the helium is escaping from her nipples...then that means it's gonna escape from my-*SQUEAK* *Pssssshhhrrrrrrrrrt"
Sydnie's face became one of annoyance and humiliation. Her bottom issued forth a noise reminiscent of a toy-balloon having it's end pinched and slowly released in order to deflate it. Her ass cheeks slowly reduced in size, Claire absolutely losing it. She was laughing so hard that she had started gasping for air, clinging to a table top to avoid rolling around after her tits had returned to their...relatively normal size. Sydnie's bottom finished deflating for the most part, her face pure red in embarassment.
"What the hell are you laughing at!"
Sydnie snapped at Claire, the giggling maniac pointing at the annoyed woman.
"Oh, gee...I don't know! You deflated by farting and it sounded like a carnival balloon that had been let go without being tied off! Hahahahahaha!"
Claire threw her head back in laughter, Sydnie crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes, looking down right irritated. The pants less woman huffed angrily as Claire simply rolled around laughing at her expense, Sydnie getting a sinister idea. She walked over to Catherine and leaned into the moaning girl's ear.
"Hey...stop touching yourself for a second!"
Sydnie whispered and grabbed Catherine's hands to stop them from moving. Sydnie whispered into the woman's ear, Cathy's eyes lighting up with the occasional giggle heard. Claire propped herself up on her elbows and tried listening, but could glean nothing from their hushed discussion. Cathy nodded, and with that both women turned to Claire with sinister grins on their faces.
"gulp*...Why are you two staring at me like that?...H-hey! Stay away from me!"
Claire shrieked a little as Sydnie procured some rope, a ball-gag and a blind fold, Cathy dashing over and deftly restraining Claire even with her expanded assets.
"C-catherine! Let me go! Don't let her-MRMPHGRRRMH!"
Claire's protests were cut short as the ball-gag was placed around her head and shoved into her mouth. Sydnie swiftly bound the woman's ankles and wrists together, Catherine letting her go and watching her friendly writhe on the ground, muffled swears escaping the furious woman's mouth.
"Shut up! You're gonna be my guinea pig...I've been dying to try this crystal out for a long time now! We need to...relocate you first..."
Sydnie yelled at Claire, the bound woman shirking back and whimpering a little. Sydnie disappeared for a moment and returned from her bedroom in a new pair of shorts. "You know that clearing just outside of town...that nice forested one...take her there! I'll get everything else we need..." Sydnie ordered Catherine, who despite her exposed breasts and buttocks, hoisted Catherine over her shoulder slowly and began the short trek to the clearing in question, Sydnie staying behind and pulling out a rather large and pink glowing crystal.
"She better put me down! I don't know what sort of perverse idea they have, but I'm not gonna stick around to find out..."
Claire thought, squirming rapidly in an attempt to make Catherine drop her. The only result, however, was a powerful smack on her bottom cause the woman to jolt and whimper. Cathy reached the clearing and set Claire down gently on the soft grass, looking around and waiting for Sydnie for a half hour before the more technologically advanced women of the trio appeared riding what looked like a hover dolly. She had a rifle with a crystal slot strapped to her back, and on the dolly sat what appeared to be a basket like those used with hot air balloons. Claire noticed that basket first and foremost...
"...I've got a bad feeling about this...a REALLY bad feeling!"
Claire yelled in her mind, Sydnie humming a little as she loaded the strange crystal from before into the large blaster.
"Okay, Cathy! You see these ropes in the basket...when she starts floating start tying on to each of her wrists and ankles...you may experience bloating, light headedness...and GAS Claire! Lots of GAS!"
Sydnie growled as she aimed the blaster at Claire, the woman trying to squirm away like a worm before the sound of the beam firing and something very warm and pleasant nailing her right in the butt.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK! They're...oh...my...Mmmmm~"
Claire's mind trailed off as the warm sensation took over her body, a rather pleasant tingling feeling accompanying it. Catherine's eyes went wide and she watched her love interest seemingly begin to puff up evenly all over. Claire's tongue hung out a little as she panted, gasping a little as her inflating body pulled her pants and undies tightly against her sensitive flesh. Sydnie walked over and cut the woman's wrist and ankle ties, stepping back and taking notes as this was an experimental crystal type. Claire felt strange. The sensations spreading across her body were...pleasing to her. Her breasts began to swell up beneath her, raising her head up on her very own airy pillows.
"Is...this what the girls I turn into balloons...feel? It feels nice...really nice~..."
Claire thighs and legs began to puff up hugely, her straining pants finally losing the battle with her expanding butt cheeks as they tore through the back of her clothing eliciting laughs and giggles from the two spectators. Claire's belly gurgled and began hissing, the once flat and tone gut swelling up as if going through the stages of pregnancy and beyond. Her arms began to bloat slowly as her once limp limbs began to blow up like fresh balloons, slowly rising up and forced rigid and immobile. Her arms were forced to the side...and she began to lift off.
"Now Cathy! Tie her down to the basket now...she's gonna get MUCH bigger..."
Sydnie instructed her willing assistant, Catherine snatching Claire just before she was out of reach and tying each of the four ropes to each one of Claire's ankles and wrists and there she floated as the hissing intensified. The last remnants of her clothing fell into the basket below her in tatters as her belly approached a ridiculously comical size. Claire moaned softly much to her audience's surprise...and delight, Cathy walking over and stroking her lovers bloated bottom.
"It'll be alright...she said it wasn't permanent or anything...you look so beautiful..."
Catherine whispered in Claire's ear, her lover-balloon nodding slowly as her arms and legs began to absorb into her spherical belly, her nipples popping out and her buttocks rubbing and squeaking as they swelled and competed for what little space there was between them. Sydnie smirked a little and removed an object from her pocket, walking behind Claire and shoving a sphere into the woman's bottom.
"When we're flying...this remote control and that little ball and shoved up your butt will let me regulate the gas in you if we need to altitude...or need to land...it might be a little uncomfortable, but eh! It's not my butt..."
Sydnie giggled mockingly, but Claire did not seem to mind. Her mind was filled with erotic bliss as her arms and legs disappeared, leaving her her hands and feet barely jutting out with their puffy fingers and toes. She continued to expand however, her cheeks puffing up comically. Ten feet in diameter...fifteen...twenty feet...
"Oh...god...I need to fart this air out...but...I can't!...It feels so...comfortable...being this big..."
Claire thought as her the loud hiss slowed and finally ceased when she had reached thirty-four feet in diameter...a hundred and twelve feet around! She was as big as an actual passenger balloon, Sydnie helping Catherine into the basket before climbing in herself, holding a knife to cut the anchor line. Claire was a perfect sphere, save for the barely noticeable hands and feet sticking out, her globular tits and her head.
"Let's give the remove a test..."
Sydnie spoke and pressed one of the buttons on the device, eliciting a squeaky poot from the balloon above them, except much louder than Sydnie's own gassy outbursts from before. The woman almost fell out of the basket it laughter, composing herself before cutting the line. They gradually began to lift off, Claire having a rather pleasant view of the country side from her higher eye-line.
"It's...working! I don't believe it! This could simplify travel some day! Don't worry Claire..."
Sydnie comforted her friend as they began to float higher and higher. They could see over the London skyline...and what a sight it was. Night had begun to settle in and the cloudy horizon shared hues of dark red as the sun began to sink.
"Since you've helped me with this...I'll supply you with all the crystals you need after we get back home...but for now, let's enjoy the flight!"
Sydnie reached up and rubbed the woman's belly above her, Catherine giving the fleshy globe a soft kiss. Claire didn't mind. The view was nice, and the ballooned feeling was very pleasing to her. She did not care how long they desired to fly around as the balloon and her passengers floated off into the darkening sky. All she knew...was that she loved it. | null | [
"Breast Inflation",
"Butt Inflation",
"Full Body Inflation",
"Female Inflation",
"floating"
] |
*NOTE: For the month of October my wife and I exchanged our home in New Zealand with a couple living on Long Island, New York. This tale arose from that visit; I scribbled down the opening when sitting in the art gallery herein named. Enjoy. – Author.*
An autumn chill in the breeze under overcast skies persuaded Merrick to choose an indoor activity on his second day in New York. Unaware he was deciding his fate for years hence he decided to visit a gallery.
Checking his notebook in the closing minutes of his train trip in from Bellmore on Long Island, Merrick turned up a recommendation from a business associate back in Auckland: "Frick Collection for Old Masters and glorious Garden Court – worth lingering."
Normally one doesn't expect a romantic interlude in real time to arise from a viewing of a private collector's magnificent 40-year collection of 14th to 19th century art. Certainly nothing was further from Merrick's mind at his introduction to the work of the French rococo painter Boucher and Veronese and a reintroduction to the enduring artistry of El Greco, Goya, Gainsborough and Rembrandt from his travels to the Old World. Indeed, in the South Hall where he was lost in his own little world of visual concentration on a work by Vermeer - a 17th century Dutch master whom he was familiar only through the film, 'Girl with a Pearl Earring' - he stepped back to lengthen the perspective and so began an extraordinary adventure.
"Ouch!" yelped the victim of the heel of his new leather boot as it met resistance.
Good God, I've stepped on someone, Merrick rued. But it was worse than that.
The thrust of his tan cowboy boot anchored to a 168-pound frame had hit and slid down the leg of a woman standing behind him, tearing her stocking and gouging before being deflected by her ankle to thump on the hard-surfaced floor.
The woman reached out for support.
Merrick grasped that outstretched hand and swung his left-hand around her waist as she fell. Gently he lowered her to a sitting position.
In and instant he'd pulled out his handkerchief - fortunately a folded and unused one - and dabbed away the blood before the first of two gallery attendants arrived at a run. He still had not offered an apology.
"Go," hissed the woman. "Go!"
The urgency in the victim's voice persuaded the foreigner to slip through the small gathering of people. He'd assumed she wanted him to vanish for good reason, whatever that was. Aware that Americans litigate at the drop of a hat, he assumed that the woman was generously removing him from that expensive equation.
Thereafter Merrick was unable to concentrate on the paintings and other artwork, so sat in the garden court with its marble floor, fountain and pools – an area that originally had been a drive-in for horse-drawn carriages.
The woman: was there some deeper reason for her hurrying him away? The incident and minor injury in the hands of a good attorney could have been worth $20,000 probably very much more to her.
Who was she?
Scrunching his face, Merrick tried to reconstruct her appearance: Blonde hair - short blonde hair, exquisite sunglasses probably Italian, very red lips, a black-knit poncho over her shoulders and beneath that a red - possibly a red-patterned shirt, a short black skirt and a black stockings now one torn - Merrick was very sure about that – though he remembered seeing only one leg, a rather shapely leg encased on a black shoe with a silver buckle. Presumably it was one of a pair.
A spy, or a more likely an under-cover cop? That would explain why she'd shooed him away.
What was her name? She looked like a Susan or perhaps a Marlene.
Bullshit!
He had no idea whether she was white, brown, hazel or yellow or was pretty or a hag. Wait a minute - she was pretty. Although the face was twisted in pain the lips were full and the skin appeared unblemished.
Ah-ha, Merrick thought. He knew virtually everything about this woman but her name. Then his head sunk as he realised he was bending the truth again.
Was she fat, thin or middling? He had no idea.
Her age would be?
Was she right or left handed?
Presumably when she hissed 'Go!' that meant English was her first language unless she was smart enough to recognise him as English-speaking by his sympathetic appearance, thus switching from Egyptian, Spanish, Russian or Mandarin to bid him in English to depart pronto.
This fulln and flawed speculation about this unknown woman left Merrick feeling a little aggrieved. In forty-nine hours in New York she'd been the only person with whom he'd been in contact who had not been a taxi driver, hotel clerk, bellboy, room maid, waitress or store assistant and he'd let the chance of meaningful contact with a bone-fide New Yorker - assuming she was one - slip away without her conversation in shorthand drawing a reply from him.
Merrick Jamieson chastised himself: what absolute crap you let run through your mind at times. Encounters of the meaningful kind don't happen to the likes of you in a place as impersonal as New York.
At that a curly-haired tot clutching a doll came up to Merrick and said shyly, "Hullo. I'm Kate."
Frantically Merrick tried to form a suitable reply but before he could utter that response the mom pulled the child away, glaring at Merrick.
"It's not your day for memorable encounters with the opposite sex, is it?"
Huh?
The seated Merrick turned slightly to his left and looked straight into a midriff covered partly by a red patterned shirt and black skirt over a flat belly. He knew it was ungentlemanly to make such an assessment, but there it was. Up went his gaze climbing over a well formed bust, over a strong chin line devoid of hanging flab and across red lips showing a slash of teeth. By now he realized this woman was the victim of his cowboy boot.
The face was tanned, the blonde hair was cut short with curly ends and the eyes viewed from his low vantage point were smiling in tune with the lips but their colouring remained uncertain him. Merrick, being a photographer, placed great importance on the shape, colour and expression of a person's eyes at any given moment.
He jumped to his feet.
Christ, she was as tall as he was - sixne!
"Oh, how wonderful to see you again, giving me the chance to apologize. I was such a clumsy fool to step back without looking.
"I was ..."
"Hush. A simple apology is quite sufficient. Thank you for that I just wanted to say thank you for catching me. I could have had a nasty fall. Would you have coffee with me?"
"Yes, yes. I welcome that. I am very new in New York and was hoping to converse with locals."
"You have rather a dramatic way of effecting introductions."
"Oh no, I ..."
Merrick was stopped by the stunning smile below trendy sun glasses. God, she was absolutely beautiful!
Aware of her intent gaze he refrained from checking out her body but already the signals were that it was A-OK. How on earth had he managed to get a Dream Girl as his first real social contact in a city the size of New York? He refrained from mouthing a one-line prayer of thanks.
"Well, I shall lead the way but before doing so we introduce ourselves. I'm Kirsty, Kirsty Fallon."
"Hello, Kirsty. I am Merrick Jamieson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"My word, how gallant you are. Are you English?"
"No."
"Australian?"
"No, but very close."
"My God, a New Zealander! I've always wanted to meet a New Zealander. My parents were stationed there for two years - daddy was in oil. I have this interest because my mother believed that I was conceived in your city of Wellington during their last two weeks of every-night-a-party or a formal dinner before they left your country. She recalls daddy was the randiest he'd ever been."
"How remarkable; so had your father's appointment been for a further year you would have been born a Kiwi?"
"Excuse me?"
"Born a New Zealander - we call ourselves Kiwis after the name of our unique native bird."
"Oh, really? Well, I guess instead I became a Bald Eagle?"
They both laughed, and the warmth of Merrick's laughter and the openness of his face - as Kirsty would tell him later - was the reason why as they came out of the Frick Mansion on East 70th Street, that she hailed a taxi. The intention had been to walk to a pleasant location for coffee. Instead they went to an address in East 102 Street.
"We shall go to where I live to have that coffee - I do not feel my usual immaculate self walking along sidewalks with a damaged stocking and tape over my wound."
"That I can understand," Merrick said, sucking in breath to avoid an apologetic replay. He turned to her, confident that his sympathetic smile would not be wasted.
At that Kirsty revealed a curiosity.
"Do you have a family connection with New York?"
"Yes. Is that a perceptive question or a shot in the dark or simply making conversation?"
"Oh my, now which one of those shall I select to create the impression that I am a New York sophisticate? I believe perceptiveness has an intelligent ring. The link I have is your name, Merrick. We have a place on Long Island of that name."
Merrick was impressed, and said so.
"What a boyish thing to say - New York men would not think to compliment a stranger on her intelligence."
"Well, are you a stranger? After all, you're carrying my brand mark?"
At that they both wordlessly watching the cab driver, waiting for the traffic lights to change, look at them curiously in his interior mirror.
Traffic moved forward again.
"My mother was born on Long Island," Merrick explained. She went to New Zealand with her family when she was sixteen, absolutely devastated, believing that her life was over - her prime years at high school being taken from her.
"Incredibly for her it was like a cygnet changing into a swan. Instead of being a runf-the-mill student in a big American high school she became the most glamorous, vivacious and popular student in her Auckland girls' college, so she recalls, and, as they now say, really found her grove. She became head girl of that college and met my father who was deputy head boy at the neighbouring college. They went through university together and became teachers and later married and had four children, I being the first-born."
Kirsty remained puzzled.
"That's a lovely little story, but I'm still awaiting enlightenment."
"About how I was conceived?"
The cab driver's eyes were glued to his rear vision mirror again.
"No, you fool. How you got the name Merrick."
Merrick was enjoying this intimacy; all this brought about by simply walking backwards onto this lovely woman. He thought she would give him ten years, which would make her twenty-five. Entering her prime! He wondered if she was thinking uncouth thoughts about him.
"I'm sorry. Did I upset you calling you a fool? I was only chiding."
Well, why not be truthful? "Sorry, I was just thinking how fortunate it was that I snaked my big cowboy boot down your leg, peeling open your stocking and cutting into your ankle."
Their taxi screeched to a halt, and with a light clunk went bumper to bumper with the yellow cab in front. That driver gave three sharp blasts on his horn while their driver gave one short blast and an apologetic, submissive salute out of his window. Obviously he'd been mirror gazing again.
"Fortunate?"
"I am in the company of a genuine New Yorker and enjoying every minute of it."
"Well, you are refreshingly frank. I hope you are not thinking this is your lucky day?"
"Not at all, at least not in that sense. We seem to have bonded socially, that's all."
The eyes of the driver were in the mirror again.
"This is Oneh-Two coming up," reprimanded Kirsty. Wordlessly the driver turned into the right lane at the first opportunity.
"My mother wanted an American name for me, and names like Hank, Troy, Spencer and Zach were rather frowned upon in our little country. So she decided to be inventive and give me a Long Island name. She'd lived in Massapequa, which was not a suitable name for a young Kiwi lad, so she called me after the arterial route she and her family travelled very frequently."
"Yes - Merrick Road. How innovative. Well, here we are."
She handed a bill to the driver, told him to keep the change and was getting out of the cab while Merrick was still struggling to haul out his wallet.
"You have a great time in New York - do you hear, Kiwi?" Merrick thanked the driver for those kind words and followed Kirsty.
Kirsty and Merrick emerged from the elevator and Kirsty unlocked a door a little way down the hall. The hallway was extensively tiled with good artwork on the walls, a bowl of fresh flowers opposite the elevator and everything was clean and well-lit - completely unlike most apartments Merrick had seen in movies.
As he entered behind Kirsty - who Merrick had noticed thankfully was not limping – he noticed the apartment was a luxuriously appointed, though not quite to the standard of the hotel room he recalled seeing in the film, 'Pretty Woman'.
A swift inspection of the main area that he would call a lounge sobered Merrick. His lady friend was obviously married and to a strong-willed male at that. The room was decidedly masculine apart from flowers, two paintings that could be feminine choices and the coffee table was piled with women's magazines.
Kirsty turned to him and said coolly, "I would have told you this in the cab, but that driver was exceptionally nosey. The man who leases this apartment has a home and wife in Atlantic City and another lady friend like me in an apartment in Chicago. He has business interests in all three cities. So that's where we're at. If it no longer suits you to be in my company – well, there's the door."
"No, it's fine. How's your leg?"
"Painful, to tell the truth."
"Let's get this bandage off and look at it."
Kirsty looked at him in surprise.
"You are a guest here for coffee, not a medic."
Merrick steered her gently by the shoulders to the sofa. Initially she resisted but as he applied power she slumped on to the seat.
"Turn your back while I unhitch," she commanded.
Merrick heard two faint snaps and realised that she wasn't wearing thigh highs. That pleased him as he was a fan of garter belts, although his interest in this instance was elementary. Involuntarily his eyes closed and he had a vision of a beautifully encased leg in a stocking with a woman's long, sensuous fingers undoing the last fastener. Obviously that was a long forgotten image from some woman's magazine.
"The wait is over," she said softly.
Merrick turned and smiled at her, receiving a lovely response from lush, slightly parted lips. She'd taken off her sunglasses and the perimeter of her eyes were beautifully made up to enhance the pale blue eyes,
She was lying back on cushions; the short skirt covered her modestly. The injured leg was up on a cushion and the fine patterned by torn stocking remained in place. "They put a plaster on the cut in the gap through the stocking. The bandage was then placed over the top of the stocking at my insistence. Are you OK in removing the bandage and then the stocking or should I do it?"
"No. I volunteered and would be offended if my services were now to be rejected."
"Very well, Nurse Merrick. Proceed. No need to be overly careful as I have good tolerance to pain."
Merrick unrolled the bandage, pleased that there was no sign of blood seepage. The patient cooperated by lifting her leg without being asked as he prepared to roll the unfastened stocking off. Gently he raised a corner of the plaster. Gripping it he looked into the cool pale eyes and said, "There's no sign of seepage, which is good."
At that, with a wrist flick, he pulled off the plaster, noticing only a slight flicker in those blue eyes. "You may cry now."
The smile revisited her face.
It was Merrick's turn to smile as he bent over the wound for a close inspection. The cut was not particularly deep.
"There should be no scar provided we keep this wound clean."
"We?"
"Used figuratively."
"Oh."
That response sounded tinged in disappointment. Merrick resisted looking at her, not wishing to display surprise. This woman was beginning to lift his heart-beat. He looked around the room and his gaze rested on the entrance door. Kirsty read his mind.
"He's at home for the holiday weekend - Monday is Columbus Day."
Merrick beamed at her, attempting to conceal his delight by asking brightly, "Where do I find anti-septic ointment and plasters?"
"The cupboard above the fruit bowl in the kitchen, second shelf."
The kitchen was immaculate - not a sign of a dirty dish or anything out of place. Even the mauve bra and bikini pants and a flimsy night-dress on a clothes horse against the glass door opening on to a balcony were neatly arranged, signalling that even if Kirsty were a slut at least she was a tidy slut. Slut? He felt guilty as if he'd brutalised her mentally. The woman was entitled to earn a living the way she chose, and at least she was not trolling the streets as far as he knew. Would she be pre-judging him like that? Not likely.
Merrick strolled back into the living room with ointment, plaster and a tube of arnica.
"Look, to counter bruising," he said triumphantly, then stopped, realising that she was asleep.
After treating the wound and placing the throw rug from the back of the couch over her, Merrick wandered around the room looking at the paintings and knickknacks. If the furnishings did not belong to the owner of the apartment it was obvious that Mr Lucky was here for the long-haul.
Mr Lucky?
That question startled Merrick. He'd already assessed her as being a desirable – er- companion and that, for him, was entirely normal. But surprisingly he'd advanced into making a valued judgement – responding emotionally with concern about her personal relationship with someone else. He felt rising jealousy; attempts to whisper denials died in his throat, no doubt strangled by guilt.
An hour earlier he'd behaved like a yokel, lunging backwards into this woman and hurting her, and now he was on the verge of thinking about mounting a seduction. He shook his head in wonderment - did this mean his post-divorce depression had lifted?
Let it be!
Walking lighter and perhaps even a little taller with the possibility of being released of that self-imposed loading following the divorce he'd never wanted, he revisited the bathroom. Looking around as he stood over the toilet he saw it was expensively fitted out and the bath seemed exceptionally long, prompting visions of Kirsty soaking at one end and Mr Hairy Chest - Merrick grinned, noticing the change from Mr Lucky - lying besotted at the other end of the bath.
Finishing up, he didn't yield to his inquisitive temptation as a journalist to check out the cabinet behind the wall mirror that would reveal in a flash numerous indicators of personal intimacies. Brand preferences for mouth wash, toothpaste, dental floss, razor, talc powder and the like. He'd forgo that sneaky review of cupboard contents, thus avoiding of the possibility of being faced with a pile of contraceptives; that was not an image he wanted to retain of his Kirsty.
Merrick smiled thinly. So already she was his Kirsty. Oh great, and what had he done to earn that accord? Accepted her kind invitation to coffee and gently put on a clean plaster? This air of the Big Apple is doing crazy things to your mind, he thought, adding, Get a life!
The bedroom was dominated by the bed. It was huge, with pink satin drapes on the wall behind it tied back with gold braid cords and behind that between the drapes was a painting of a knight on a white horse fording a stream in woods and in his arms was a golden-haired princess. The instant Merrick looked at the princess he was aware it Kirsty he saw looking up into the face of the knight with absolute adoration. The bastard had commissioned this painting!
Well, if the likeness of Kirsty was that good presumably he was now looking at Mr Hairy Chest although that fuzz was hidden behind chest armour. In physique he was powerfully built, even allowing for ten percent of artistic licence. Good teeth, observed Merrick walking right up to the foot of the bed, a great smile but the dark eyes looked hard and so did the corners of the smiling mouth for that matter. Not someone to trifle with.
Disappointed that Mr Hairy Chest was not a wimpy looking man, Merrick was in the process of deciding that he'd better not be around when the knight called to revisit his princess and then something caught his attention. He'd missed it after examining her face and then flicking his gaze to her champion: a breast was exposed through a gap in her flimsy white gown. Obviously the period was not mid-winter, Merrick deduced, but it probably was not mid-summer either otherwise Hairy Chest would have been swimming in sweat in his armour. That would explain why the nipple of the princess was standing proud - she was cold!
Pleased with his speculation, he examined the breast and for the best part of a year felt himself about to drool. It was rigid and shapely. Even allowing for the aroused sensuality of the artist - whether it be male or female - at the sitting leading to fifteen percent exaggeration, it would still be a handsome breast with a hidden one to match.
The books on the cabinet on the left indicated that was Hairy Chest's side - all three were products of blood and guts writers and there was a big alarm clock - women with good eyesight would prefer a more delicate and perhaps fancier encased device - and there was a fitting for a notebook computer connection screwed to the cabinet top and a portable printer in the opening directly beneath it.
Merrick walked around to the other side of the bed where he found on the cabinet top a book on the life of Joan of Arc and an open diary that he did not read. The opening below was crammed with what appeared to be on-line shopping catalogues. He then noticed that there was a fitting for a notebook computer connection behind the Joan of Arc book.
Opening a wardrobe door Merrick closed it quickly. It was full of male clothing. The other two wardrobe openings were fully feminine - a virtual fruit salad mix of fragrances suggesting various traces of perfumes, talcs and hair sprays. Absolutely no suggestion of body odour as faintly apparent in the wardrobe of her partner.
Blessed - or alternatively, cursed - with the unrestrained ability to invade privacy honed from years as working as a freelance investigative photo-journalist, Merrick pulled open the top drawer of the wardrobe drawers. The divided drawer was filled with panties on one side, stockings on the other with no panty hose in sight. There were a number of rather sexy elastic topped stockings that one sees featured prominently in men's magazines.
The next drawer down contained bras on one side, garter belts on the other. That interested Merrick - who had the big interest in stockings supported by a garter belt. His divorced wife Kate had only acquired garter belts shortly after meeting Simon which was a liaison that would tear apart an eleven-year marriage.
Merrick opened and quickly closed the next drawer; it was filled mainly with the sort of bedroom gear a woman would wear to excite her man. However he did note a couple of rather thick night dresses that she probably wore during winter when Romeo was at home with the wife in Atlantic City or elsewhere.
The bottom drawer was of far greater interest to him. It was filled with an array of clothing and light equipment that identified Kirsty as a gym bunny. That delighted him, providing a far more positive image for him than any connected with bedroom gymnastics.
He closed the drawer knowing from this uninvited intrusion that she favoured pastel patterned underwear with frills and looking along the two open wardrobes he could see one was devoted to cooler season clothing, the other to warmer weather wear. She liked baggy shorts and black dresses. She was his kind of woman!
On the dresser sat an exotic hair brush set. Very nice. The only other item on top was a blue cut-glass spray bottle - one of those old-fashion types with a hand-pump bulb at the end of a short tube connecting to the top of the bottle. So, where were the lipsticks, powers, lotions and jewellery? In the drawers of course, bonehead!
There was an entire drawer of perfumes, each sitting in its own enclosure. Most were of French origin; very nice.
The drawer of lotions seemed to span every treatment for wrinkles, blemishes and dry patches known to mankind.
On the other side Merrick found the jewels, and gasped. He knew a little about jewellery, having bought increasingly expensive trinkets for his mother over much of his lifetime, for his sister almost over her entire lifetime and then expensive items for Kate, whose preference was for gold, silver or platinum. Some individual items in this drawer could be traded for a car and two boxed necklaces in the drawer below could perhaps be traded for an apartment or small house. No doubt even more lavish gifts from Hairy Chest were stashed away in safe custody. Sadly, Merrick accepted he was out of his league.
Back in the bathroom Merrick felt dry and hungry. The coffee he'd been offered had not been served.
Washing his face he looked into the mirror. Reflected back was the face of a youngish thirty-five year old, square jawed, clean-shaven and not unduly lined and lightly tanned. Women still referred to him as being handsome - female relatives including his sister, that is - but Merrick had been inclined to dismiss that as flattery. His nose was a little too wide and flat, his green eyes a little too recessed and his hair did not have the right colour for him to be called handsome.
The hair was a mousy brown infiltrated with fair streaks. Merrick was unaware that women existed who were unimpressed by blond or black haired men, suspicious that such men lack fidelity. He assumed his overhanging eyebrows served to frame the luminosity of eyes that had attracted Kirsty whether or not she wished to admit that.
Merrick's build was solid - his shoulders square and wide but his straight down trunk meant he missed having the copybook tapered waist that women writers love to go on about. At least he knew he scored with a firm and perhaps noticeable butt in terms of a feminine appraisal. Legs as with arms were strongly muscular from gym work and sports and physical recreational activity.
Well, Little Brother - the name he used for himself when in an uncertain situation of introspection - what now? Leave after writing a note, or stay till she wakes? A conventional person would have answered that poser without hesitation – go. Merrick was habitually a little devious so it suited him to reply, stay Buddy as she has still to serve you coffee.
In the kitchen he found a beer in the fridge and demolished that while making himself a salad sandwich. No way could Kirsty be a slut, he insisted; she was too tidy to be anything but top shelf. He grinned, thinking that had she been after a piece of his ass she would have not rolled down her stocking so discreetly - she would have allowed him to manage that delicate operation while staring into his eyes, tongue tip protruding between her teeth with the sexiness perfected by the sexiest of American women. Wow, that was a up tempo piece of thinking.
Merrick cleaned up, leaving the kitchen how he'd found it.
It was not quite 7:00, now well dark outside. He pulled a chair over to sit near and facing his beautiful hostess, having dimmed the lights. When she awoke she could give him the promised cup of coffee and he'd depart.
Hours later Merrick awoke. Taking a few seconds to adjust to his situation - and realising that he was still recovering from jet-lag - he noted Kirsty was no longer on the couch. The throw rug that he'd placed over her was now over him.
He checked the time - just after 4:00. Well, Aunt Betty and Uncle James had been warned he may be late returning home so would have gone to bed perhaps not particularly worried. He'd better phone them at 6:00 before they called up a posse.
Merrick peeped into the bedroom. Kirsty was a shapeless hump in the bed, just the back of her hair showing. He carried his chair into the bedroom to just inside the door, and settled down facing her. Within minutes he'd drifted off to sleep with the image of her in a bubble bath holding up a shapely leg for him to remove a stocking.
Just before 6:00 he awoke to feel something fluttering on his unshaven cheek, knowing from old that it was a feathery kiss, one of the best kisses of all. As his eyes opened she stepped back, all smiles.
"I had hoped you'd stay," she said, simply.
"I'm waiting for my coffee."
She giggled.
"Then you are going to have to wait for some time as I am in no hurry to let you go. I'm off for a run with a group of friends through Central Park. Please be here when I return."
"Can I come with you?"
Kirsty looked surprised and pleased.
"Do you run? We are all quite good and keep up a keen pace. Of course I could always fall back to keep with you. I just run with the group as one never knows who one will meet at this time of day in the park."
"You won't have to bother about me not keeping up. What size are your running shoes?"
"Sixes."
"Oh."
"Spiros's are tens."
Ah, the name, a man of European descent it would seem.
"I guess your foot is a bit smaller?"
"Yes, a full size actually."
"Well I get some clothes out for you and a pair of his ordinary socks as well as his thick winter socks."
"Thanks - meanwhile may I phone my Aunt in Bellmore - she'll call out the police if she wakes and finds I did not come home last night."
"Of course, not that the police would do anything but record details. We are a big city, people go missing all the time. Here's my phone."
Merrick went into the living room and made the call to his aunt who was grumpy at being woken when it was still dark. She'd not even missed him and when Merrick explained where he was Aunty Betty expressed disgust.
"She's not a street prostitute, Aunty Betty - far from it."
Horrified that Kirsty could hear the conversation, Merrick was relieved to hear her cracking up with laughter in the bedroom.
"No, I can't indicate when I will return, she wants to keep me here until she makes me coffee and she won't be doing that until it suits her."
"No, it's not deviate behaviour - she's a regular woman, no doubt exactly like you were when you were twenty-five Aunty Betty."
By now Kirsty sounded almost in hysterics.
"Goodbye, Aunty Betty. And tell Uncle James not to worry."
"Yes, I will use protection if the need arises, which I'm sure it won't."
The call had terminated before Merrick had mischievously added that last comment. He went into the bedroom where Kirsty was dabbing her eyes.
"That call - that call was one of the funniest I've ever overheard," she giggled. "She'll think you are lying, you know. Old aunts usually expect randy nephews to lie to them."
"Randy? Have I given you justification to earn such a title?"
"No, not at all. But I know how old aunts think, that's all I'm saying."
"Thank God for that. I have been on my best behaviour since I wounded you, apart from poking around your apartment while you slept."
"Really? Trying on my underwear?"
"No, not even tempted. But I would like to see you in one of those little black dresses."
Kirsty looked at him through narrowed eyes, and then said, "Come on –get into these clothes. We must rush if we are to join the pack. Here, let me help you."
Merrick hauled off his polo shirt and she handed him a running singlet, turning her back as she held out a pair of lined running shorts. They were rather baggy, he found, after dropping his track suit pants and underpants.
"Put the thin socks on first," she ordered, turning the instant he said he was decent.
As soon as he'd laced up the shoes they were out the door and into the elevator.
She smiled and hauled open the door as Merrick pulled in the waist ties of his shorts even tighter.
They met a pack of ten runners aged from around seventeen to sixty-five perhaps, jogging up and down rarin' to go.
"This is a New Zealander who goes by the name of Merrick, who is staying temporarily in the apartment next door to me," Kirsty lied. "No time for all round introductions, let's go!"
As they entered the apartment Kirsty said, "I'm running a bath. You can either go first, last or with me." Merrick said "With you", not giving himself the chance to teeter.
"Right, you do the bath and I'll get us a couple of energy drinks and bagels."
Merrick fancied he detected a touch of excitement in her voice but dismissed that as wishful thinking. She was just being sisterly - or perhaps there were water restrictions? No, she'd made no mention of that. Christ, he hoped he didn't get a boner before climbing into the bath!
As he turned on the water he tried to fill his mind with a hundred thousand look-alike Chinese on a great march alongside a walled city - no it was a the Great Wall - no it was in India and they were Indians. Dark clouds came into the image and it began to rain with everyone appearing to be depressed. The rain lifted and a plague of flying mice arrived overhead, somewhere in South Australia perhaps? There were wheat fields.
He looked down and found it was time to turn off the water. Kirsty arrived with the refreshments. She appeared to have done her hair and definitely had applied make-up; she'd only had lipstick on previously. There was need to recall the mind-filling image of flying mice over the wheat field in South Australia to avert a boner.
"Oh," said Kirsty. "You haven't put in bubble bath mix. It's lovely to luxuriate in bubbles."
Or to conceal one's form, mused Merrick, preparing to be asked to turn around.
Kirsty tipped in a dollop of bubble mix then stood back, faced him and dropped her track suit. She was totally nude and devoid of pubic hair. Her body was gorgeous.
"How do I look?" she asked, head tipped on an enquiring angle.
"Stunning, absolutely stunning."
She looked pleased and stepping into the bath, laying back to watch him.
The vision of flying mice had now become two mountain peaks in the Southern Alps of New Zealand and with a start Merrick realised that they were conical in shape. With relief both were struck simultaneously by huge avalanches, losing any connection with the shape of a woman's breasts. He removed his top and allowed his over-size shorts to fall to the ground.
"H-how do I look," he stammered.
She leisurely eyed him up and down.
"Prime, very promising if I may say so."
"Anything you say is honky-dory with me," said Merrick, relieved that his mind control exercises had been eighty-plus percent effective.
He wished she would sit up so he could see her sculptured chest.
She laughed, sitting upright and moving back as he got in: "Honky-dory - what kind of saying is that?"
"I am unaware of its origins but it's a variation for it's very OK," he replied, desperately attempting - and barely succeeding - from unabashed pinpoint focusing on the slightly upturned orbs gracing her chest.
"Flying mice over South Australia," he groaned aloud.
"Pardon me?" she queried. "Did you say flying nice over Australia?"
"A daily ritual of mine," he lied. "I feel so humble at being privileged to be temporarily resident in your great city of New York."
"Oh Lordy!" she exclaimed. "If only you knew what a maelstrom of human beings were are and soaring from the geniuses and creative leading lights to the riff-raff at the bottom of the barrel. In truth your arrival will have raised the bar, albeit microscopically."
As he sunk down into the bath and ran his legs past her hips she lifted her legs and settled them on to his belly. Without thinking he gently grasped her ankles down low clear of her inquiry and sighed. He felt absolutely contented and no longer worried about the antics of his clowning penis that occasionally took on a mind of its own; it too, seem to be wallowing in lethargy.
Directing a warm and dazzling smile at him, Kirsty asked, "Did you envisaged being in a situation such as this within three days of your arrival in the Big Apple as the tourism likes to call it."
"In here, with you, naked?" Merrick stalled.
Kirsty nodded encouragingly, her distracting superstructure now returned into the water.
"I-I-I honestly haven't thought about it."
She raised an eyebrow in the most sophisticated rebuttal, signalling, LIAR.
"No, I didn't."
The eyebrow arched even higher.
A feeling of dread swept over Merrick. Obviously his response was considered to be inadequate. Worries about a rampant penis were no longer with him. The poor fellow was attempting curl up in shame in his under belly. It was time to be upfront.
"Kirsty, my new friend," he began. "Please excuse me but right now I am out of my depth."
"The water is shallow, it's barely over my tits," she giggled.
Then placing a hand over her mouth she released it to say, "Oh, excuse me. I forgot myself for a moment."
"Certainly - after all, this is your home but in my more relaxed moments I as uncouth as the next fellow, though that's unlikely to be of any consolation to you."
"On the contrary," she countered. "I am finding you to be a complex character - someone to trifle with perhaps. Certainly I never had invited another man back to this apartment before, which is saying something. But please proceed, I feel you were about to tickle my fancy with your utterances."
Merrick was gratified to be encouraged to continue. He felt compelled to explain his submissive behaviour, the reason being it was completely out of character.
"I've enjoyed numerous relationships with females of varying ages and in varying circumstances," he confessed, eyes riveted on her left little finger which she was sucking.
God, how can women be so incredibly sexy in indulging in an innocent baby like action like that. Then he spotted the other half: while the little finger was being sucked the thumb and other three fingers were stroking up and down her cheek very sensuously.
The small curled form under his belly stirred and Merrick frantically thought of flying mice over the cornfields - no, dammit, the wheat fields of South Australia.
Kirsty's left foot curled down Merrick's belly.
He gulped as it halted, just short of the hibernating penis.
Flying foxes over the wheat fields of South Australia he thought, urgently trying to conjure up a relieving image. But an error message came back: "Possess no clipart of flying foxes." Bugger, the limitations of one's imagination can at times be rather inconvenient!
"This procrastination," began Kirsty. "I assume that I am correct that you never had had a bath with a female before other than your mother when a babe and after marriage with your wife?"
"You've hit the bull's-eye with that one, Kirsty," said the much relieved man under interrogation, "My mother would be ever so proud of you for arriving at that conclusion."
"And you, Merrick?" Kirsty asked with considerable interest. "How does such activity fit into your expectations?"
"Well, I can only be truthful, Kirsty. In my life there have been one a series of one-nighters and the only extended stayover was with my wife Kate prior to our marriage, now terminated."
"Terminated? I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was her decision to engage with someone else and flee the nest."
"Children?"
"Yes, two. Bella eleven and Giles fourteen."
"Well, I guess just young enough to avoid major dislocation?"
"Yes, the other man is older, her pottery tutor, and fortunately he was childless and just adores the kids."
Kirsty looked at him softly. She leaned forward and took one of his hands.
"Are you still bleeding?"
Merrick told the truth. "The funny thing is that it lifted in here late yesterday. I'd just come back from the kitchen with the anti-septic ointment, tube of arnica and plaster. I-I..."
"Yes," breathed Kirsty, squeezing his hand.
"I-I saw you lying there, asleep. So angelic. The image I captured could have graced any of the walls of the Frick Collection.
"Oh God," gulped Kirsty, turning away to try to conceal an unexpected flush of tears.
But Merrick appeared not to have noticed.
"At that moment I realised the shroud had lifted."
She sobbed, tears streaming down her face. In one graceful, athletic movement she pulled herself erect and stepped out of the bath and fled the room.
Merrick was nonplussed. What there someone at the door, or had she remembered she owed him a cup of coffee?
He dried himself, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the bedroom, discretely coughing as he neared the doorway.
She was standing facing the door, in pale green knickers and garter belt with stockings already attached. A pale green bra dangled from her hand.
"May I help you with that?"
She nodded.
With practised ease - Kate had liked such intimacy - Merrick went behind Kirsty and took the garment from her lifeless hand. He encircled her with it, did up the hooks and then reached around her and cupped each warm, freshly bathed orb into its support cup. He stretched the material out in front of her slightly, and she wriggled herself into a position of maximum comfort. He then bent forward and kissed her right below her right ear.
Kirsty's legs began to crumble but in a swift, powerful move Merrick spun her around and the shock of that returned energy to her legs.
"Right," he said authoritatively, "What goes on next"
"The white leather skirt," she said, her smile returning.
Both of his hands ran down her thighs and lower legs as he stooped to pull up the skirt she'd stepped into. She shivered and sighed.
"Next?"
Her eyes shot open at that command.
"The matching light green shirt, silly," she said. Then looking around realised it was still in the wardrobe.
Returning with it she appeared conscious of his gaze - his appreciative gaze - on her bra-encased breasts.
He stood behind her, helping her into the shirt. His hands rested on hers as she did up the buttons, fumbling as she did so. "Come, let's go out for breakfast," he said. "Are you otherwise engaged today?"
She shook her head.
"I'd like you to come with me to Bellmore to meet my mother's sister - you will be entranced by her. She's nothing like the old bat she may have sounded like when I was talking to her on the phone."
Kirsty licked her lips.
"Very well, I'd like that. But your aunty will consider I'm dressed like a whore. I should change."
"Please don't - I want you like this."
"Very well. I'm ready to go. You need to understand this: I haven't been on a real date in years."
As they left Merrick thought this was like walking a dream. It seemed so unlikely and yet she was like no other woman he'd ever met - so assured and classy and yet a self-confessed moll. To be invited to join her in her bath hours after they;d first met and yet hadn't had sex seemed so weird but with her, the way she projected herself with such confidence and directness, it really seemed less that weird. His word for it was unbelievable and he anticipated more was to come.
To Be Continued | Freeing Kirsty | [
"teraring her stocking",
"an apologetic replay",
"garter belts",
"a breast exposed",
"a gym bunny",
"she's not a prostitute",
"i will use protection",
"trying on my underwear",
"devoid of public hair",
"slightly upturned orbs"
] |
Author's Note: *So yeah. It's here. I don't know what to say, so I'll jut stop here and let you all read.* *I apologize for any grammar mistakes. When I first got this back from my friend, about a quarter of it was marked as "Needs to be worked on".*
*Disclaimer: Pokémon is copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak, etc. Individual characters are my own imaginening, and are not intended to be any part of main cannon / plotline. Individual characters like Aaron, Song, Zin, etc, are my own creations, so please ask before using. Thank you.*
Chapter 10: Observer
I woke up suddenly, the only light in the room was what little filtered in from underneath the closed door. My body moved sluggishly, as I slowly sat at the edge of the bed. I felt my hands curl up into a fist before relaxing again. My toes and fingers wiggled for a moment, before they stopped on their own. Standing up slowly, so as to not disturb anyone's sleep, I made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door and closing it behind me, I turned on the lights. My eyes closed instantly as an overload of light washed everything white. Yawning as my eyes adjusted, I made my way to the white sink. I tested out the water for temperature, and finding a preferred balance of hot and cold, began to wash my face.
"Interesting. It is good to see that you are not completely under my control, even when you are asleep."
I flinched, backing up and almost falling against door behind me. Gasping for breath, I looked around but found no one inside the small room. I rubbed my temples gently, trying to ease what felt like a headache coming along.
"That will not work, Master."
"Mist?" I asked, as realization dawned on me.
"But of course," she said, her voice soft inside my mind. "Who else would it be that is sharing your body*?"
I nodded slowly, trying not to aggravate the pain that was starting to become more pronounced. A sudden chill went up my spine, as something felt like it was coming out of my back. I lost my balance, only managing to avoid hitting my face against the sink by grabbing hold of it with my hands. On my knees now, my body shivered uncontrollably as what felt like something was being pulled out of me. The sensation wasn't painful, thankfully, but it went with the speed of water trickling through a pin hole.
The seeping sensation became more intense, as Mist's body began to pull out of my chest. I shivered, the feeling of a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head wracking my nerves. Gasps came out strangled, as I tried to keep my mouth clamped shut. It was bad enough that Joy probably suspected something. I didn't want to give her more reasons to treat me differently. Like she needed any more.
As Mist finally exited out of my body, it felt like my body was missing something. The sensation still felt extremely odd, and I tried not thinking about it. She floated in front of me, before coming closer. I cradled her in my arms, still in awe that she can do such things.
Her 'hands' stroked my hair gently as I looked at her with a mix of fear and respect. Mist must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled at me. We didn't speak to each other for a moment, the silence between us was comfortable as I lay there on the tiled floor. She giggled softly after a while, breaking the stillness in the air, as she floated slightly away from me. I stood on shaking feet, my hands holding onto the edges of the sink to steady myself.
"Good morning, Master," Mist said softly. "I apologize for awakening you, but it was for the best."
"Why?" I asked.
"Your body needed to use the restroom," she stated. I sighed, shaking my head.
"Are you going to watch, too?" I asked.
"If that is your wish," she stated enigmatically.
I exited the room as quietly as I could, closing the door behind me. Mist followed me silently, refusing to rest back inside her Pokéball. I considered recalling her, but thought better of it. Wild Pokémon were known to roam around, so it's better to be safe than sorry.
We made our way down the hallway and into the main room of the Pokémon Center, finding it empty. A Chansey waved in our direction, and I waved back. The Pokémon didn't ask questions, and continued with her duties. It was a good thing, as we didn't want to wake Nurse Joy. We exited the building, the dawn slowly making its way the sky. Street lights were still on as they washed everything in their even white light, even as the sun's rays slowly begun to peek over Mount Coronet. I made my way back west, this time with the intention of going over that bridge. Nausea flooded over me immediately, just from the thought of crossing any bridge. I smothered the feeling as best I could, but my stomach continued to churn against my will.
It wasn't long before we encountered the bridge. I gulped audibly, trying to stem the fear I felt rising again. The water was as calm as I saw it yesterday. I had to remind myself that this couldn't be some flimsy thing. I mean, this was standing next to a city. I'm sure they kept it in constant repair. Right? My feet stopped at the edge of the bridge, nerves beginning to take over again. I could feel the cold sweat dripping down the back of my neck.
"At least if I fall, it won't be so bad," I said out loud, chuckling nervously.
"I have learned from my past mistake, Master," Mist said. "I will not fail you again."
I nodded silently, trying not to think about the possibility of falling. There were no rails, but as I stepped on the wood, it didn't sway. Emboldened, I slowly took another step forward. A smile crept on my face as I took yet another step forward. Though my heart was pounding in my chest and my breath was caught in my throat, I managed to continue walking forward. Mist floated beside me, eyeing me with caution. I smiled widely at her, nodding. Starting to become less hesitant, I tried to walk normally, forcing the hesitation out of me. Though it took a few attempts, my knees stopped locking up and I managed to walk normally up to the halfway point.
A large square platform was the junction that connected two bridges. I nodded, standing in the middle of the square area. Dawn was coming along quickly, shadows of the nearby buildings stretched as the sun finally pulled its light above the horizon. The bridge under my legs didn't sway, though there wasn't any breeze. The water was calm, the surface mirrored the surroundings perfectly. Slight distortions rippled along its surface, from either something shifting or a Pokémon, I couldn't tell, but it was the only thing that disturbed the breathtaking scene.
"Quite a lovely sight, isn't it?"
I gasped, turning around to see a man standing next to me. I didn't even hear him! Either he just moved extremely quietly, or I was completely absorbed in looking around me. I quickly studied him, finding his clothing unlike anything I've ever seen before. The man wore some kind of robe, I imagine? It was a dark brown color, the only thing I could compare it was mud. A matching sash held it tight around his flat waist. Thin looking arms were crossed in front of his chest, long fingers cradling his elbows. A long face with a strong jaw was outlined with a rather wild black beard. The hair on his head matched the beard, though it was more tamed. Though from my perspective, the long hair looked like it needed a good brushing. I could spot some tangles in his hair, though I'm not sure if he didn't mind. His green eyes watched me silently, as if studying me in turn.
I cleared my throat, trying to keep my breathing under control. I nodded to the stranger. "Yeah, it really is," I said, smiling. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you walk up to me."
He bowed his head slightly in my direction. "I apologize. I did not mean to startle you."
He spoke like Mist. I grinned. "No worries. My name's Aaron. Nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand to him.
The man smiled, grasping my outstretched hand in a firm handshake. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Aaron. My name is Aiden."
"It's nice to meet you, Aiden," I said, smiling. "Where are you from, if I might ask?"
The man smiled at me, chuckling softly. "I am not from one of the major cities," he answered me. "I come from the far south, along the Coronet mountain range. There is a monastery there, which I am part of."
"Oh! I've never heard of such a place. It would be nice to visit, if it would be possible."
The man smiled at me. "It is nice to see someone so young be looking for adventure. Are you out to make a name for yourself?"
I grinned. "Kinda. I want to see places, travel. Becoming a Pokémon trainer seemed like the logical step. I'm not interested in becoming famous, if that's what you're asking."
"I see. A wandering spirit," he mused, his smile never leaving his face. "It is my hope that you find what you seek, whatever it may be. And that you have the wisdom to acknowledge it, when you do."
I was stunned for a moment by his words. I coughed, trying to coerce words to come out of my throat. "Thank you, Aiden," I said after a moment. "Sorry, I've never met anyone quite like you. Even living in Solaceon, and that place gets a lot of strange visitors."
"You are not from around here?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Nope, I'm Solaceon born and raised," I said with a hint of pride. "Though it's a small town, that old couple of the daycare center made it famous."
"Yes, I've heard of Solaceon," Aiden said, smiling warmly. "It is a nice quiet town, from what I understand."
"Yep," I said, nodding. "Not a whole lot happens. There's always the Solaceon Ruins to the east, and if you need to visit the Lost Tower, it's only a short walk away."
The man nodded. "Is it true that Pokémon are buried there?" he asked.
"Yes they are. They are placed within their Pokéballs when they are put inside of the tower. There are a lot of graves in there."
"Have you been inside of it?"
I nodded. "I helped keep it as clean as possible while I lived in Solaceon. So many leaves. I still don't know how they kept getting in there. Are you headed for the Lost Tower?"
For the first time, his smile left his face. He looked immensely sad. I was about to apologize, but Aiden shook his head. Though the smile wasn't back, the frown was replaced with a stoic look.
"Yes, that is my ultimate destination on this journey," he said, his voice rather flat.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking away. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I've met a few trainers while I was cleaning around the Lost Tower. It was always an awkward moment when it was brought up.
When I looked back at the man, the smile had returned. He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Please, do not apologize, for you could not have known," he said gently. "It is my partner's brother who I am to honor."
"I see," I said, still feeling awkward.
"I can tell that this subject bothers you," he said, chuckling softly.
I cringed at the accusation, but I sighed. "Yeah, talking about the dead isn't easy for me. It doesn't feel right. Don't really know how to explain it."
Aiden laughed, his head thrown back as he guffawed loudly to the morning air. I turned to Mist, who shook her head at me when I raised an eyebrow at her. I turned back to Aiden, who was now chuckling.
"Please, do not feel this way," he said, smiling again. "While it is unfortunate that these things happen, everything happens for a reason."
*Right*, I thought darkly. *Because Darkrai completely had a reason to do what he did*.
Aiden must have seen a change on my face, or the way I was standing. His eyes narrowed for a moment, his easy smile disappearing into his stoic look once more. I don't think he looked disapprovingly at me, but there was something that told me that he would argue his logic to the ends of the earth if he had to. We stayed silent, and while trying to get out of this weird situation, Mist tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned to Mist, who had her eyes narrowed past me. "We should head back, Master," she whispered. "I do not like this human."
I nodded. Sounded like a good enough of a reason to get out of here. "Aiden, I apologize, but I have to head back," I said, forcing a smile. "Have to get my Pokémon and things from the center. Meet up with my friends, busy day."
"I see," he said, nodding. "Mind if I follow you? I would like to rest for the moment."
I nodded. "Sure, I'll show you were the Pokémon Center is."
Hurray for small victories. Walked over a bridge and didn't freak out. Twice!
Aiden and I walked inside the Pokémon Center, to run into Joy and Jonathan. I was about to greet them when the first thing I get is a punch that left my head ringing.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" Joy demanded sternly. I stumbled backwards, held up by Aiden to prevent me from falling. Damn, she hit hard.
"You pathetic excuse of what crawled into your mother's womb!" Mist raged loudly, floating in front of Joy's face. "You shall NEVER hit my Master!"
She punctuated her verbal threat with a physical one, a wave of shadow energy pulsing in front of the ghost. Joy only had a moment's notice, but even when she brought her hands forward to protect herself, it seemed to have little to no effect in helping her. The wave of energy washed over her, pushing her back. Joy slammed against the receptionist counter with a loud thud. Joy let out a gasp of pain, though she didn't attempt to stand. Mist slowly floated towards her target, though I have no idea what kind of intentions she had. Before anything worse could be done, I decided to intervene. I quickly made my way to the floating ghost and spun her around to face me. Her eyes glowed brightly, though when before I would associate that light with the normal calm Mist I know, this light that came was wild and erratic. I made the mental picture of trying to put lightning in a bottle, power barely being contained inside of its vessel.
"Mist, I'm going to ask you to stop," I said, trying to swallow the fear that was beginning to crawl up my throat. "I appreciate what you-."
"No!" she screamed at me, purple energy crackling around the ghost. "She has no right to hit you! I will not tolerate it anymore! This is the last-."
"MIST!"
For the first time, I screamed at her. She was silent as soon as her name echoed around the room loudly. If anyone wasn't awake yet, they were now. If they didn't wake up to Joy banging her head against the desk a few moments prior, that is. For a moment, I hesitated, probably being the focus of everyone's attention at the moment. I shook my head, both to clear my head of the fear and buying myself time to think of something.
In a flash of inspiration, I decided to take this somewhere else. Anywhere that was away from Joy. I don't think that having her there would benefit anyone at the moment. While still holding onto Mist, I made my way outside again. A few people turned towards me, giving me awkward looks, but I ignored them. I headed south this time, following the road towards the outskirts of town. Now that we were out of earshot from anyone, and away from Joy, it felt like a good opportunity to talk to Mist. She squirmed out of my hands immediately, floating in front of me with a look that I could only describe as hate on her face.
"Mist," I said, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves and voice, "why did you do that?"
She didn't answer immediately. I was afraid that she would start yelling at me. After a moment, she sighed, hovering there silently. The glow ebbed from around her, but didn't stir. I didn't know if she had an answer or not, so I continued regardless.
"Look, I can appreciate what you did to an extent," I said, giving her a small smile. "But hurting her isn't going to help us. I don't really like her either, but she's determined to come along, and Jonathan doesn't seem to mind her."
"So, are you not going to fight?" Mist asked softly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, perplexed. "Fight?"
"Were you just going to allow her to belittle you?" she asked. Her voice was back to normal, but I could still feel the anger in her words. "Were you just going to sit there and do nothing?"
"Stooping to her level doesn't make us a friend, Mist," I said sternly. "I don't see a reason to fight, nor should you."
"But she hurt you!" Mist exclaimed.
I stood there, quiet for a moment. I had a response in mind, but I decided to switch tactics.
"Mist, I appreciate your concern over me. I really do," I said, crossing my hands in front of my chest. "But, since when did you become so concerned for me?"
"I truly do not wish to talk about it," she stated.
"Why?" I asked softly.
A gust of wind swept around us, whistling softly past. Mist's eyes widened at my question, and she quickly looked away. It was the first time I've seen the Mismagius act so awkward around me. She gave me the feeling that she was always completely sure of herself. That personality was no longer in front of me. What was left was an unsure being, her eyes darting to and away from me. Her gems glowed erratically as her makeshift hands played with the frills of her dress.
"Please, answer me Mist," I pressed gently. I extended my hands to her, hoping that she would accept. "I promise I won't be mad."
"I know you will not," she said, slowly approaching me. Silence threatened to loom over us again, but she shook her head after a moment. It was as if the act cleared her mind.
"My previous master," she said suddenly, "she... she was not the best person to choose, now looking back in hindsight."
I probably was looking rather confused, for she elaborated. "Ghost Pokémon are not easily captured. We choose to go with a trainer, not the other way around. We do not appear in front of someone that we do not consider worthy in some degree."
I nodded in understanding, but kept quiet. This wasn't easy for her to talk about, that much was obvious. Though I've never taken her for hesitating in most things, I could understand being so cautious now. I imagine that it was the fear of abandonment that held her. I wouldn't imagine why she would feel that way, seeing as that she's probably pulled everything out of my head by now. Knowing and doing are two different things, though.
She sighed after a moment. "I had chosen a female trainer that was passing by," Mist said. Her voice was quivering slightly, distorting the speech. "When this happened, it was not the first time I had seen her. She looks rather similar to this Joy woman, but her hair was blonde and her features were more rugged.
"I presented myself to her in her dreams," Mist continued. "She was ecstatic about me. She was looking for a ghost Pokémon to finish building her team. That was her excuse. After being captured, everything was as well as I expected. That trainer made me feel like I belonged, that I had a place where before I had only my own."
I wanted to stop her. It wasn't that I didn't want to hear the story, far from it. I didn't want to see her in this weakened state. It looked like she wanted to sink through the ground, and never reappear. I reached out to her, placing my hands at her waist and bringing her close to me. While she didn't cry, Mist shivered against me.
"She wanted me to be a child bearer," Mist intoned. "She was planning on using me as a breeding tool. I did not believe it, until they put me in that damnable daycare center with that shape changing blob."
I nodded. I had a feeling this was going to turn ugly.
"That is not what the worst offense was," Mist continued, looking up to me. "While I did obey her, out of nothing but the link of master and servant, I could not bear the child."
I blinked, the implication sinking in really quickly. "Wait, so you're infertile?" I blurted.
Mist nodded slowly, and I felt like an idiot for saying it like that. She smiled sadly at me, patting my cheek with one of her hands. "It is not your fault, Master."
"I should have been more tactful, though," I countered with a frown.
"Perhaps, but I know you did not mean to be hurtful," she said, a smile creeping on her face. That smile quickly disappeared, as she threw her arms around my neck and shivered in my arms again.
"Please do not send me away."
I was shocked for a moment. Why would she think I would? Because she wasn't fertile? While unfortunate, it isn't going to stop her from being next to me. I raised Mist's head from my chest, my fingers gently tracing the outline of her face. I smiled down at the ghost in my arms, taking a moment for her to finally relax in my arms.
"Mist, I had no idea what you've been through," I said. "As a trainer, I'm sorry that you've been through that. But, it doesn't mean that I'm going to send you back. Song is with us, even after our encounter with... that one. I'm not going to send you away, not after all you've done. Not unless you want to, of course."
Mist's expression was somewhere between belief and fear. I didn't let her sit there for long, though. I brought my arms around her and pulled her tightly in a hug. For a moment she stiffened, but then relaxed. Then the tears came, as her body shook in my arms.
"I'm sorry, Aaron. I know I shouldn't have done that," Joy said.
We were outside of the Pokémon center, standing in front of the twin statues of Palkia and Dialga in Eterna City. Jonathan had agreed to help Aiden get situated while he stayed here in Eterna, so we all agreed to take in the sights. I still wanted to check out the gym, in case there was some sort of procedure that had to be done before challenging the leader. Either way, we weren't going anywhere anytime soon.
We were all spread out. Aiden and Jonathan went together near the steps that led downward to Mount Coronet. They were talking rather animatedly, so I imagined that they knew each other. Joy was standing next to me. As I turned to look at her, she was mumbling softly. I shrugged to myself, not sure if she saw me or not. Mist and Song were both standing near me, keeping me company. I still didn't want to deal with Zin after Mist threw her into the Pokéball.
I shrugged at Joy. "Look, it doesn't matter," I said. "Just don't hit me again. Not unless I really do something stupid. And even then, I'm pretty sure if you'd talk to me instead, it would be better than punching me in the face."
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Really, it isn't that big of a deal, unless you keep reminding me."
"But how do you just shrug it off?" she asked me.
"What do you mean? You hitting me?"
She nodded, and I grinned at her. "Because I won't stoop to your level," I said simply. "I don't think I need to hit someone to get their attention, or for you to punch my face to get mine. If you really wanted to say something, you'd ask for my attention, in a way that doesn't involve physical violence."
She stayed quiet, and I continued. "Besides, do you really want to get on Zin's bad side? Or even worse, be on bad terms with Song and Mist?"
She stiffened at the mention of the last two. Seeing as they were both present in the conversation, it had that implication that they could do something. Plus, they heard her confession. I don't think they'd go easy on her now. Especially Mist, after that display earlier.
"So again, don't worry too much," I said, chuckling.
"I'll try not to," she said softly.
"You can always go your own way. No one's making you go with us," I pointed out.
"I asked Jonathan if I could travel with you two, and he said to ask you," she said softly. "After the short time that we've known each other, I don't think that'll happen, knowing how I've acted."
So, when in the world did this change of heart happen? I shook my head, trying to get that annoyed feeling from my chest. But why would Jonathan defer such a decision to me? Shouldn't it be at least a group choice? I'll talk to him about it later.
On one hand, she was an experienced trainer, and she claims that she's a breeder. She's obviously used to traveling, much like Jonathan in that respect. She seems to know the areas around Sinnoh pretty well, as well as local Pokémon information. How in the world she knew about the Abomasnow migratory path, I'll never know. Maybe it really was just local information, and we messed up. Rather glad that we ran into her, even if it was by chance. Though I'm pretty sure Spirit would have handled things if given the opportunity.
On the other hand, she was a bit arrogant, impulsive, and downright rude. She likes hitting me in the face, and loves to pick a fight. I'm honestly surprised that I've managed to tolerate it for this long. I imagine Jonathan has more experience with asinine people than I do, but it's reached the point of ridiculous in my book. I mean, who goes and slaps someone across the face for looking at them? OK, staring, but even then, who does that? Not even Song would. Well, except that one time when a pretty girl was walking by. I think I deserved it, because I ended up drooling.
"Would it be really that bad to have her with us, Master?" Song asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"No, it wouldn't," I said, shaking my head. I faced Joy to address her. "You can come, as long as Jonathan has no major complaints. Though from what you said, I don't think he does."
She smiled at me, a sigh of relief heaving out of her chest. She grabbed and shook my hand forcibly, almost making me bounce up and down by sheer force.
"You won't regret this! I promise!" she said, before releasing me. "Oh! I gotta go get my stuff from Sis. Be right back!"
With that, she ran down the stairs in direction of Eterna. I shook my head as she weaved in between people walking the streets. I wondered what I had just unleashed into my life.
"Are you sure this was a wise choice?" Mist asked, voicing my thoughts.
I chuckled. "Not at all," I answered. "Though there's safety in numbers."
"You and Jonathan have done fine so far," Mist pointed out. "We did not need someone of her caliber."
"Probably," I conceded. "But in all honesty, it's better that she's with us than not. I don't need her spreading around rumors about me."
"What do you mean, Master?" Song intoned.
"Zin's slip up a few days ago," I said, lowering my voice. "She did mention that I was her mate then, remember?"
Both Song and Mist winced at the reference. "I see your point now," Song said, nodding. "It's better if she is with us."
"Well, for the time, anyway," I said, sighing. "Still have no idea what's going to happen when I let Zin out."
"I am sure that she would be content to see you once more," Mist said calmly. "I did explain to her what was going on."
"Then why did she act the way she did?" I asked.
"Perhaps she forgot?" Mist offered. "I did mention it to her before we left to Eterna."
I shrugged. "Well, we'll deal with it when it comes up. Right now, I still want to inspect this statue more thoroughly."
"Why?" Song asked. "Is it because of the Celestic Ruins?"
"Basically," I answered, tapping the foot of the four legged beast. "Dialga and Palkia are part of the creation process, or so the legend goes. The ruins pointed that there were three creatures created by Arceus. We know these two, but who's the third, is the real question."
I sighed, shaking my head. "I doubt anything is written here that we don't already know, but we can at least cross this place out for any clues if we've inspected it properly."
I ignored the footsteps behind me, focusing my attention on the statue. The wording was still the same as I remembered from when we passed this a few days ago. I ran my fingers over the letters, trying to embed it all within my memory.
"Dialga and Palkia," I murmured to myself. "The Roar of Time? The Space between Worlds? Would these be their tittles?"
"They are indeed, Aaron," Aiden said, breaking my concentration.
Turning around, both Aiden and Jonathan stood next to me, looking curiously at my actions. I looked at Aiden curiously when he didn't continue. With a smile, he spoke to me. "Would you like to know what information I have?"
I nodded. His smile widened as he continued. "It is generally believed that Arceus is the creator, correct? Well, the first things he created were his first two sons. Dialga and Palkia, time and space made physical beings. To Dialga, Arceus gave him rule of the stars, while to Palkia, he gave the power of space and dimensions."
"That sounds a bit crazy," I said, frowning. "I've never heard of this, not even in all my time with my parent's research."
"Not much is recorded, and quite a bit is inferred by other, older writings," Aiden said, nodding. "It is as much belief as it is a mystery."
I sighed, frowning. "That doesn't explain the third jewel I saw in the Celestic Ruins."
"That would be Giratina," Aiden said stoically. I blinked for a moment. The name sounded familiar. I know I've at least read it once before.
"Isn't Giratina the gatekeeper?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, that is what is generally believed," Aiden conceded. "It has not been made apparent what is Giratina's duty. All that is known is that he is the third son."
"What is he the gatekeeper for?" I asked.
Jonathan looked at Aiden, who shrugged. Turning to me, Jonathan said, "Well, it is generally believed that Giratina is the gatekeeper of the dead, to be judged by him in front of Arceus."
"It is also implied that he was given charge of our world as its caretaker," Aiden intoned. "Similar to how Dialga was given the stars and Palkia was given the dimensions as their duties."
I nodded, taking this new information. "That still doesn't explain why Darkrai showed up, though," I said, sighing.
Aiden flinched, bringing his hands over his ears and eyes wide. "You fought against the Night Walker?" he asked in a hushed whisper.
I sighed and nodded. "Not willingly, if that's what you're worried about," I answered. "He kinda picked a fight with me."
He blinked for a moment, before turning to Jonathan. "Is this what you were worried about when you visited?" Aiden asked him.
Jonathan nodded. "Yeah, this was exactly what I feared."
I looked at them, confused at what they were talking about. They ignored me for the moment, as they looked at each other. Through the silence, they seemed to reach an agreement. Aiden nodded, while Jonathan just shook his head and sighed.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" I asked at the two.
"It would be better if I showed you, but this isn't the place," Jonathan said. "Where's Joy?"
"I'm right here!"
I turned around to see Song helping Joy with her belongings. She had various objects in her hands, which seemed to have fallen at one point or another. I sighed, shaking my head at the sight. At least Song seemed to be taking everything in stride.
"Change of plans," Jonathan stated. "We're headed south."
"South?" I asked. "But what about the gym?"
"The gym isn't going anywhere," he rebuked calmly, shaking his head. "Where we're going, we have a chance to helping solve this mystery about Darkrai."
Joy stiffened visibly at the name. "Wait what? What are we doing?" she asked.
"Aaron, can you pull out your Pokédex, please?" Jonathan asked me, ignoring Joy's question.
I nodded, pulling the device out of my pocket and opening it. Activating the map function, I passed it over to Jonathan. He quickly tapped a few buttons and passed it over to me again. Instead of the local Sinnoh area, where the major routes and cities were labeled, there were more routes and a few locations that I've never even heard of before.
"There's a monastery, hidden near the edge of the land mass of Sinnoh, located at the end of the Coronet Mountain range," he said, nodding. "This is where I was before I flew over here to Celestic Town to correlate information."
"Is that what you were doing? Gathering information?" I asked.
"I told you that I'm also looking into this whole Darkrai phenomenon," he said, rolling his eyes. "You just so happened to be the latest victim."
"Wait, what's going on again?" Joy asked.
"I'll fill you in when we land," Jonathan said, shaking his head. "Unless you guys have some fast flyers, we're in for a long trip."
"But I thought we were going to stay here longer?" Joy asked, clearly irritated. "I wanted to talk to my sister!"
"Unfortunately, we don't have the luxury," Jonathan said clearly. "Either you come with us, or you can stay. We'll be back, Arceus willing."
I looked at Jonathan for a moment, thinking that he lost his marbles. What would be willing to kill us? Oh, wait, that's right, kinda hard to get away from darkness itself if it wants you.
"My master would be glad to see you once again, Jonathan," Aiden said, bowing to us. "May your journey be swift, and the winds of hope be at your back."
We were to leave as soon as we resupplied back in town. I was still miffed about not checking out the gym, but I guess Jonathan had a point. It wasn't going anywhere, and we'll be back. Hopefully we can learn something productive, and this trip doesn't end up feeling like a wild chase across Sinnoh. It's already starting to feel a bit hopeless. I was still stuffing the last bit of potions and vitamins in my backpack when Jonathan and Joy ran into me inside the Pokémon Center. They gave me an inquisitive look, and I just shrugged.
"With this guy," I said, pointing at Jonathan, "I have a feeling that I wouldn't know when we'll reach this place. I'm just making sure we're prepared with extra supplies."
"We all bought extra supplies," Joy reminded me.
"Extra on extra," I said, grinning. She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, but left the subject lie. Though we didn't exactly see eye to eye, it looked like she was making an effort to change. I can live with that.
Jonathan chuckled at me, though. "Very true, that is," he said. "While Storm can get there in no time, I don't know how fast your flying Pokémon are, so we'll take our time getting there. Hopefully luck is with us and the weather stays clear. We don't need anything starting up that'll throw us off-track."
Both me and Joy nodded. We really didn't need something like that messing our travels. Getting lost is one thing, because at least the maps were accurate on my Pokédex. Becoming separated in the wilderness, where maps were less updated, it would be equal to suicide. I picked up my backpack and headed outside, quickly followed by my two companions.
It was a brand new day. We decided to stay over to get a good night of rest and double checking our Pokémon, before making such a long journey. Jonathan estimates it would take us at least five days to get there. I'm betting my money on a week.
I fished out Spirit's Pokéball, quickly letting the green dragon out of her confines. When she fully materialized, she gave me a quick hug, seemingly intent on double checking my physical condition. I chuckled as she ran her claws through my hair and opening my mouth with her claws. I obliged as best I could, though I had no idea why she would need to check my tonsils.
"Why does she do that?" Jonathan asked, putting away his Dragonite's Pokéball.
"Beats me," I said, shrugging. "I think she's making up for being shy around me."
Spirit nodded, the scales around her cheeks changing into that familiar red hue. I laughed as I patted her on the shoulder. She smiled down at me, but immediately cringed when she looked in Joy's direction. I turned to see that three headed thing again, hovering next to her.
"That thing isn't going to roar at me again, right?" I asked, backing away slightly.
Joy laughed, petting the Pokémon's 'arm'. I don't even know if it can be called an arm, because both ended in a face with a huge maw. Filled with teeth.
"Zefyra understands that you aren't a threat," she said, giggling. "She might allow you to pet her."
"I'll let her decide that, thank you," I said, waving my hands in front of me. "No need to get my hands bitten off."
"And before I forget, her species is called Hydreigon," she said, smiling. The beast in her hands rumbled happily, two of her three heads nodding simultaneously.
"I'll remember that," I said, grinning. "Though I think that Jonathan is waiting for us."
"Thank you for remembering me," he said, already atop of his Dragonite. "If you two are done introducing each other, we need to get going. Daylight's burning."
Spirit quickly bent down as I made myself comfortable. Double checking my backpack straps and making sure I wasn't going to slide off Spirit's back. She tested her wings, their buzzing louder than what I was used to. I was sitting on her back, my legs just behind where her wings were. I grinned as she twisted her neck to see if I was alright. I nodded and leaned forward to pat her neck gently, and she nodded back at me. After adjusting her footing for a moment, a leap into the air had me holding onto her shoulders. Her wings buzzing next to me, I looked to my side to see the roof of the Pokémon Center pass by.
Jonathan was already in the air, and Spirit aligned herself to him and his Dragonite, Storm. How did he take off without me noticing? I voiced my concern, raising my voice over the buzzing of Spirit's wings.
"She's pretty good about that, isn't she?" he asked rhetorically, his voice loud. "Storm's had a lot of practice!"
I shrugged, and he laughed, tilting his head backwards. I was afraid that he was going to fall, though my worry was proven false as Storm adjusted to him. He nodded at me, pointing next to me. I turned to see Joy and her Hydreigon, Zefyra, flying next to me. The beast's six wings beat at the air, lifting her without seemingly a care. I nodded at her, as a blast of air made me aware that Jonathan has moving. Joy laughed, shaking her head and motioned me to follow. I patted Spirit on the neck and nodded. Don't know if it was for my own sake, or if she saw the action. She raced after them just the same, flying in formation behind Zefyra and Joy.
I couldn't tell how fast we were traveling, but if I was to venture a guess, pretty fast. The wind howled, mimicking the sound of a Houndoom, the temperature making me shiver slightly. The sun was still shining, which helped a lot to mitigate that feeling though. It was the reason why I wasn't wearing a jacket. Sensibilities be forgotten, we were going to solve this damn mystery, one way or another.
I thought wistfully of home. I wondered how mom and dad were doing. Were they worried about me? I imagine they were. They're parents, after all. I wonder how they would react if I called them about breaking my ribs. Or meeting Suicune. What about finding Xola almost dead? Darkrai? Would they even believe me? I sighed, closing my eyes and shaking my head. No use worrying about that right now. Maybe I can use that phone thing that Jonathan did to my Pokédex to call them. Hopefully it can get a signal, wherever we're headed.
Dread rose in my stomach suddenly. What if Darkrai found out about my parents? My heart felt like it skipped a beat at the implication. They didn't have Pokémon to defend themselves if he did show up. I ground my teeth, and I pulled my hands from Spirit's shoulders, to avoid surprising her by accident. Taking deep breaths, I forced myself to focus on Zefyra and the Pokémon's rider. Spirit's neck twisted slightly, red covered eye looking at me with caution. I smiled, shaking my head at her. I doubt she bought my ruse, but she nodded and kept flying, following our guide to wherever this place was.
We began our decent around what looked like midday. The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were getting thicker when I saw Storm and Jonathan slowly lowering themselves into the cloud cover underneath us. I leaned forward, holding tightly against Spirit as we followed Joy and Zefyra into the clouds. I closed my eyes, the water droplets obscuring my vision and making it painful to try to keep up. I envied my Flygon slightly, for having natural eye protection. Passing the cloud cover didn't take as long as I thought, as the droplets of water stopped soaking everything I had.
The clouds above us now were uniform across the sky, fluffy white preventing the sun's rays from fully reaching the surface. Thankfully, both Jonathan and Joy were easy to spot above the impressive tree line and the rolling mountains that spanned the landscape. While the trees were thick in some areas, it wasn't all connected. Large open areas were easily visible from our vantage point, and it's where Jonathan was headed. Both Joy and myself quickly followed him towards one of these spots. From high above, it didn't look like it had much in the way of grass. It looked like a barren rock field in a rather circular shape. Like someone made a cutut of the forest, and forgot to put it back.
Spirit landed next to Zefyra, and I dismounted as quickly as I could. I wanted to give her a good rest before we flew again. Scratching under her chin, she gave me a sigh of relief. I grinned as she tried to mimic my actions, and I followed with my other unoccupied hand. She copied me again, using both of her claws to gently scratch my neck. I chuckled as I stopped, and she quickly followed suit. I wondered if she was ticklish.
"Alright, we're going to set up camp here," Jonathan said, nodding. "We're making great time."
"Why are we stopping so early?" I asked. "It looks like it's barely noon."
"It's about one o'clock right now, but yeah," he said, waving my comment away. "The reason why we stopped is because the next part has no clear and safe area to land to rest. I don't want to overextend ourselves without a reason."
I nodded, understanding the concern. Knowing him, he'd be there by now.
"Let's set up," Joy said, nodding. "If you two give me your tents, I'll set them up. If you two brought food, one of you can cook it and the other can look for dead branches for the fire."
"Dibs on cooking!" Jonathan exclaimed, as soon as Joy finished talking. I blinked, surprised by the reaction.
I shrugged regardless. Wasn't going to complain about it, and I wasn't sure about my own cooking skills anyway.
"Spirit, I want you to rest here, alright?" I asked her, gently petting her in between her eyes. "You deserve a rest."
She nodded, though gave me a concerned look. "What, you think I'll be in danger?" I asked her.
She nodded, playing with her claws again. I chuckled, opening Song's Pokéball. The Gardevoir appeared with a twirl next to me, a soft giggle in my ears.
"It's good to finally be out of that thing," she said happily. "Are we there yet?"
"No, not by a long shot," I said, chuckling. At her sigh, I shook my head. "Apparently, this place is at the end of the Coronet Mountains. Jonathan guesses we'll make it there in five days."
"I think a week is more appropriate," she said, nodding.
I laughed, shaking my head. "Well anyway, I've been asked to gather some firewood. Would you like to help me?"
"But of course!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hands. I stopped her for a moment, if only to shed my backpack and keep it with Spirit for safe keeping.
"Let Joy get anything she needs from there, Spirit!" I called, as I was dragged away by Song's enthusiasm. I stumbled a few times, losing my balance on the uneven ground and by being pulled along by Song. She slowed down when she saw me almost fall, laughing about it. I laughed with her, feeling giddy about everything.
"You should let everyone out," Song commented. "It'll do everyone some good."
I nodded, pulling out everyone else's Pokéballs and releasing them. With everyone present and accounted for, it wasn't long before Zin and Akalia tackled me, barely staying upright.
"You did it!" Zin exclaimed at me. "You did it!"
As much as I wanted to ask what she meant, I really didn't want to know. Probably about the whole Mist being possessive thing. I didn't dissuade her, nodding at her happy exclamation.
"Alright, I need help gathering some firewood," I said, smiling at everyone. "Probably what you didn't want to hear, but we get food at the end."
"Cooked food?" Zin asked.
"Yep," I said, nodding. "So find as much as you can. It doesn't look like it's rained around here in a while, so we shouldn't have a problem finding dry stuff."
Everyone nodded, and we walked together in a loose group. Akalia and Zin began finding sticks and branches quickly among the trees. It didn't take long for us to have two good armfuls of the stuff. It also didn't help that Mist was cheating, shaking the trees gently if any loose branches came down. I was quick to point it out, to which she giggled at me.
"Are you truly going to argue?" she asked.
"Not me, but probably an angry bird," I said, grinning.
To prove my point, a Murkrow flew right past me, the gust of wind trailing behind it almost making me lose my balance. I looked upwards, to see a leafless tree with a full swarm of them. I couldn't tell when a Murkrow ended and the next began. A Honchkrow flew down, a feathered wing tipping his 'hat' down, as if greeting us.
I mimicked the Pokémon's actions, much to the birds surprise. I looked at Song, who nodded at me.
"Song, could you translate for me?" I asked.
She nodded, smiling. "I don't think there's a need for that. They were sleeping."
Right. Murkrow and Honchkrow are nocturnal Pokémon. I shook my head, smiling. "We're sorry for waking you," I said clearly. "We're not here to pick on anyone."
I hoped that the leader got the message. For a moment, all the bird did was look at me straight in the eye. As much as it made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't look away. I began to count time by my heartbeats, feeling the moment stretch as my perspective got focused. Thankfully, it only took ten counts for the Honchkrow to nod and fly up to his flock.
We quickly headed opposite to where the nest was, retracing our steps back into the clearing. As we passed the trees, I noticed that the sun was starting to come down. I shook my head, startled by the time change. I chided myself, and frowned when I remembered that my Pokédex had an internal clock.
We walked in silence together, enjoying each other's company. Zin and Akalia were ahead of us, Zin's calls warning us for unstable footing. We swiftly made it back to camp under their watchful eyes, Jonathan and Joy meeting us to relieve our burdens. We got a fire started, and Jonathan began to lay out some food for all of us.
Our tents were set up already. I asked where Spirit was, and Joy pointed to my tent. I shook my head, but shrugged all the same. She deserved the rest.
"Do you need help getting her out of there?" Joy asked.
"Nah, that's fine," I said, shrugging. "She's probably more tired than I thought."
"She's probably not used to flying long distances," Jonathan said thoughtfully. "Flygon's tend to be strong flyers, but not for distance. I think we might have problems tomorrow."
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
He shrugged, as he pulled a cutting board from his backpack. Joy pulled a head of lettuce and handed it to him. While Jonathan was cutting, she pulled out a small soup pot and poured some bottled water inside of it.
"Sorry, only enough soup for the humans," Joy said to Zin, giggling at the Houndoom's hurt look.
I knelt down and petted her between her horns. "I'll let you taste some," I said, grinning.
"Sorry, I totally spaced," Jonathan said, putting in the sliced vegetables inside the water. "Just a personal observation. I've never met a Flygon that can go a full day of flying. Not saying it isn't possible, just that I haven't seen one do it."
I nodded, grinning. "I don't know how strong Spirit is, but I'm sure she'll surprise us if given the chance."
He laughed as Joy dropped some noodles inside the water, and began passing some tomatoes to Jonathan. "Too true," he said, chuckling still. "I'm not going to be surprised by anything today, not after her Ditto."
"Who?" I asked.
He pointed behind me, and I turned to look. What I saw made my entire brain process stop. The scream that I wanted to yell died in my throat, panic completely locking me up. I wanted to run, do something, but fear kept me still.
Darkrai was right behind me.
Song's scream was the only thing that snapped me out of my paralysis. Not caring if I had imagined it or if it was real, I lunged forward at the shadow, my fist meeting the Night Walker's face. Meeting the ground, I stood up as fast as I could to see Zin lunge forward.
"Hey! Stop hurting my Ditto!"
Zin stopped just before she leapt at the creature. Focusing on the creature, its skin began to convulse, shrinking rapidly into a pink blob with two eyes and a wide mouth. Two little tentacle hands rubbed the sides of its cheek, most likely where I had connected. Joy ran past me, scooping up the Pokémon in her hands, giving me a horrified look.
"Why would you do that?" she asked me.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Me and Darkrai... we don't get along?" I offered. She stared directly into my eyes, and I laughed nervously. I sighed again. "I'll explain."
"You better," was all she said, as she went back to Jonathan's side.
I looked over at Mist, who was currently just hovering next to my tent. I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She blinked, as if lost in thought, then focused on me.
"I apologize, Master," she whispered. "I... I knew what it was, it-."
"Don't worry about it," I said, as I wrapped her in a hug. Since when did such a confident ghost turn the other way? "We'll get stronger, I promise."
She laid her head on my shoulder as I walked back to the fire. Before I got there, her body began sinking inside of me. Though I knew the feelings, it wasn't without its suddenness. I was thankful I could keep walking and prevent myself from shivering.
She didn't say anything once inside of me, but I could feel her. She was safe, that was all that mattered.
Joy looked up at me, her eyes narrowed. I sighed as I sat down and began explaining my situation.
The sun was now down, officially. I talked myself hoarse, barely eating my soup as Joy questioned my story time and time again. I came clean with her, starting all the way from the beginning of my little adventure.
"Well, that explains it," she said, as I finished detailing the events in the Celestic Ruins. "Doesn't make sense why he'd attack, but now I understand why you reacted that way.
"I want to apologize to you, for my Ditto," she continued, sighing. "He's a bit eccentric like that. He likes to copy any and all kinds of Pokémon."
I nodded. "It's fine," I said. "Thank you, for accepting my apology."
"I think you said it best," she said, waving my apology away.
I laughed as I brought my bowl of soup to my mouth. I was surprised at the taste, the broth warming me up almost instantly. While it scalded my tongue, all I wanted was to drink it down as fast as possible. Jonathan laughed as I panted, feeling myself sweat.
"Don't drink it too fast," he advised. "Enjoy it. You're cooking tomorrow."
I laughed and nodded. Zin pressed a paw on my knee, sticking her nose up to smell the contents of my bowl. Everyone chuckled as I brought the bowl to her level, letting her taste it. She licked for a moment, before diving forward, almost knocking the bowl out of my hands.
"Well, that's a first," Jonathan said in between laughs. "Never seen a Pokémon go so crazy about the food I've made."
Zin didn't respond, but looked at him while licking her chops with her long tongue. She snuggled next to me, her head resting on my lap. Song was resting against my back, Xola next to her. Spirit was still inside my tent, and Akalia had gone inside there not that long ago. Mist was still inside of me. Good, everyone was accounted for.
"So, who's going to take first watch?" Jonathan asked. "Just in case any wild Pokémon show up."
I raised my hand. "I'll stay up," I said, grinning. "I haven't finished my food, since I was talking all this time."
"Fair enough," Jonathan said, smiling. "You can have the leftovers, too, if you'd like."
"Thanks," I said, nodding. Both of them headed for their nearby tents a few steps away from the fire. They waved goodbye and disappeared inside.
I held my bowl of soup in one hand, grabbing a handful of sticks and putting them inside the fire. I grabbed a larger one and gently prodded it inside; making sure that it wouldn't roll out of place. Putting a fist sized rock next to the last large piece, I nodded to myself. Bringing the bowl to my lips, I enjoyed the flavors that danced across my tongue.
"Master," Mist said, her voice echoing softly inside my mind. "There's something out there*."
Slowly lowering the bowel from my lips, I looked around casually. At first I didn't see anything. A second look didn't bring anything strange in the encroaching darkness around me. I couldn't hear any footsteps across the barren rocky field surrounding us, so I couldn't imagine anything or anyone bypassing me.
"Unless they can float*," Mist whispered warningly at me. "Do not let the darkness deceive you*."
I willed myself not to stand up at the mention of levitation and just nodded at her warning. I focused on my food again, trying to keep those thoughts out, while trying to keep an ear out for anything suspicious. Focusing on my breathing, I drank my soup slowly, doing my best to stem the paranoia that felt that was crawling up my spine. No one stirred around me. Zin was still asleep, while Song and Xola were still unmoving behind me. I could feel Song stir for a moment against my back but nothing more.
I lowered my bowl, and just beyond the ring of light of the fire was... something. I couldn't tell any more than two glowing white eyes in a field of black. They looked to be level with me, so I couldn't tell if the creature was short, or kneeling. I didn't look away, but I didn't move. I hoped that we weren't in some Pokémon's territory.
I blinked, but in that moment, the eyes that were in front of me disappeared. I almost jumped, startled at suddenness. Did I see what I really did, or am I just seeing things?
"No, I saw it too*," Mist said thoughtfully. "My powers could not sense what it was, either. It was as if it was protected from psychic powers*."
"Whatever it was, it looks like it's gone," I whispered, slowly shaking my head. "Thank you, Mist."
She giggled softly, the sound echoing inside of me. I smiled, as I let the happiness she was feeling warm me. Along with the fire, I felt content. I hoped, again, that we weren't inside a Pokémon's territory. I also hoped that they wouldn't show up again, with more friends.
The clouds had cleared out slightly, stars peeking out in between the nimbus. I smiled, enjoying the company of my friends. I just hoped that Aiden hadn't sent us on a wild goose chase. | A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 10 by FoxStriker25 | [
"Clean",
"Gardevoir",
"Human",
"Mismagius",
"Pokemon"
] |
*I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ALL CHARACTERS AND LOCATIONS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY FROM DOING THIS STORY.*
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had just finished speaking to Professor Dumbledore in his office. He had told them almost exactly what Hermione had said, with the addition that he is using all possible resources to figure out the problem. Hermione had been asked to stay just a few minutes longer than the other three. When asked what it was about, she refused to answer. The group slowly walked back to the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't until they reached the Fat Lady that they realized no one had told them the current password. Luckily, five minutes later, Neville had come out of the common room and saw the four Gryffindors standing outside.
"Where have you four been? Percy has been furious! You'd better go in and let him know everything's fine!" Neville stepped aside to allow the four hybrids into the common room. Right after stepping inside, they were confronted by Percy.
"Where have you four been? You know that it's against the rules to be out in the corridors at this time. I will have to report this to Professor McGonagall tomorrow."
"Settle down, Percy," said Ron. "We were up in Dumbledore's office talking with him and McGonagall."
"I don't believe you. Twenty points from Gryffindor for lying to the Head Boy. Now all four of you get to your dormitories before I assign detentions!" Percy turned around and strolled to his private chambers. Harry and Ron scowled at Percy while Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. After saying goodnight to each other, they headed off to their respective rooms.
"When do you reckon our curse will be solved," asked Ron.
"I don't know. But it seems like it won't happen for quite some time," replied Harry. The two boys fell silent once again. Because of their condition, they were given a private bedroom, so they didn't have to worry about waking anyone else up. They changed into their pajamas, each taking quick peeks at the other to see what had changed in the past few weeks. They climbed into bed, and Ron immediately fell asleep.
Harry stayed awake thinking about the choice he was going to make if or when a cure was found. He had decided to keep his new body in lieu of becoming an Animagus. Harry knew, from what Hermione had told him, that becoming an Animagus was a long process that could take up to five years. Harry figured that since he already had an animal's body, what the point of studying to become an Animagus was. Not to mention that, as a hybrid, he could still communicate with the people around him. As Harry thought more and more about his decision, he finally drifted off to sleep.
Hermione and Ginny had also been given their own private bedroom due to their condition. The two girls talked late into the night about a plethora of things. After a few hours of talking, both girls were too exhausted to continue. They changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed. What no one knew was that the two girls were so comfortable with each other that they shared a bed. Hermione knew that if any of the professors were to find out, or if any of the students were to find out, there would be hell to pay. Fortunately, both girls were able to get up at an early time, escaping possible questions and problems that could arise.
Hermione had taken quick peeks over at Ginny to see if she had changed in the past few months. Hermione was pleased to see that Ginny was starting to develop nicely. Still, she was only twelve, but from what Hermione guessed, Ginny would be the school's hottest girl, surpassing Lavender Brown. Hermione felt a wetness between her legs as she was thinking about the future Ginny. The last thing Hermione wanted to do was to wake Ginny, yet the need for release was growing stronger by the second. As quietly as she could, she slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom the two girls shared.
She quietly closed and locked the door, putting up a Silencing Charm to ensure complete privacy. She stripped out of her pajamas, bra, and panties. She moaned in satisfaction as the cool air hit her bare fur. Her hands went to one breast each. She gently squeezed her breasts, kneading them softly. She pinched each nipple, wishing desperately that she could feel a loving mouth on her hard nipples. One hand stayed on a breast as her other hand moved down her body toward the source of the wetness and desire. She moaned loudly when her hand brushed over her mound. She teased herself like this for a while before spreading her slit with the other hand. Her clit had protruded and begged for attention. Hermione gently tweaked it, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She sat down on the toilet with her legs spread as far apart as possible.
Hermione sucked on her fingers for a few seconds before positioning one at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, she inserted the finger in, moaning and purring at the feeling. After a couple of seconds, her index finger was fully inserted. She wiggled it a little bit, shaking in pleasure. She took her finger out with a plop before shoving two more fingers deep inside her pussy. Hermione's other hand began playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. She was constantly moaning and purring, her fingers a blur as she fucked herself. After five more minutes of furious fingering, Hermione felt her climax approaching. At the last possible second, she used her other fingers and shoved two up her ass. The feeling of having both holes filled was too much for the young teen, and she felt her juices running over her hand and down her legs, wetting the fur. She was breathing heavily, her fingers still buried knuckle deep in her ass and pussy. With a small, wet plop, she removed her fingers. The hand that was pleasuring her pussy was soaked in her juices. She sucked her fingers cleaned, loving the taste of her cum.
After cleaning up the rest of the mess, Hermione undid the Silencing Charm, unlocked the door and headed to the bed. Carefully, she climbed back next to Ginny, trying not to wake her. She settled into the bed and fell asleep within minutes of closing her eyes, her dreams plagued by an older Ginny. | Transformation at Hogwarts: Part 10 by Canis90 | [
"Anal",
"F/solo",
"Fingering",
"Masturbation",
"Story Progression",
"harry potter"
] |
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Codes: MF, FF, MFF, Cons, Oral,
Author: Blackjack
Celebrity: Natalie Dormer and Emilia Clarke
Author's Note: So, I know it's no longer Comic-Con or Valentine's Day but it's been sitting on my Google Drive for way too long.
As the son of one of the principle directors of photography on Game of Thrones, I had a lot of chances to go and see all sorts of beautiful scenes, some awesome Facebook photos from it and also a very full passport. Now I was walking under a tarp ceiling towards a makeshift catering hall with one of the gorgeous costars in tow with me."It's your birthday today?" Emilia Clarke, mother of dragons, asked. Folding her arms casually under her chest, though her breasts were obscured by the quick change of clothing after the scenes had been shot, Emilia tilted her head to the side slightly. Looking me up and down, Emilia smirked and shook her head slightly. "I can't believe I didn't know that!" She playfully punched me on the upper arm before going back to grabbing some of her food and seeming to motion for me to follow her over.
So, I did.
Grabbing my own plate of food and followed her over to the white row of plastic tables where the catering department was. The plate I had was filled with salad and a singular chicken breast, something nice and light but enough to give me a filling lunch as well. There was a soft sound of the ocean lapping at the side of the film set and the sun was slowly starting to set, though there was still a lot of filming left done in the day. Taking a seat opposite her, I took a mouthful of lettuce from my salad as Emilia continued.
"So, like every Valentine's Day you get a double treat in it being your birthday and Valentine's Day?"
"Well, I don't always have a date on Valentine's Day but yeah, sometimes." I answered, stabbing my fork into a tomato and then feeding myself with it. Looking over at the beautiful star of TV, still in her Daenerys wig so she can get straight back to shooting for the hit TV show.
"How can a cute guy like you not have a date?" A third voice, one belonging to Natalie Dormer, who also played Margaery Tyrell on the show, having her own plate full of salad as she took a seat next to her costar. The two never shared a scene together but the locations were very similar. Anyone who would be trying to snoop a shot of the film set would definitely be getting an interesting shot from seeing the two together.
"Well, thanks for the compliment." I said with a smile but also, she got a similar shrug of my shoulders. "I guess most women don't see me as cute as you do Miss Dormer." When she rolled her eyes at that comment, I was about to explain but Emilia beat me to it.
"I've explained we don't go by our surnames but he won't get it." Emilia smiled over to Natalie as she pulled a spare chair back and took a seat next to Emilia and between me and the other actress on the hit show. Emilia looked over to me, then back to Natalie and then back to me again. "Guess what though... It's his birthday today too!"
Natalie made a soft, shocked sort of sound before looking to me. Another soft punch was directed at my shoulder as Natalie seemed equally as unimpressed that I hadn't told the girls about my birthday.
"Why didn't you tell any of us?" Natalie said, leaning back in her chair, her breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden jolt. She reached up and fiddled with the strap of the brilliant blue dress before looking over at Emilia. "Can you believe he didn't tell us?"
"It is pretty shocking." Emilia said with a playful smirk on her face, shaking her head from side to side in a mean of mock disappointment. "We're three of the only people not needed on set tomorrow and you didn't think to tell us? We could have done something!" Emilia said, her voice getting more and more exasperated with my lack of openness.
"I mean... We still could? There's plenty of nightclubs out in the city, why don't we go and hit one of them up?" Natalie said, looking around as more and more of the cast and crew started to fill out and head back to the set. I wasn't needed at all and by the sounds of what the two actresses were saying, they weren't needed either. Soon, it was just the three of us and one guy sitting a couple of tables away, headphones in and staring at his phone.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Emilia said, looking over at me and Natalie, taking a mouthful of salad and moving to deal with more of her dinner. "And if they are a bit rubbish then we can always go back to one of our rooms and just watch Netflix or something?" Emilia added, swigging a mouthful of water before looking back to me. "So are you in?"
"I mean, sure?"
"Great! It'll be fun!" Natalie said with a grin. Looking back to Emilia, she reached into the small black handbag she had brought with her and pulled out a small wad of signed 8 x 10's. "I hand these out if someone wants something signed and they don't have anything." Natalie explained as she flipped the photo over so that the front of the photo was facing down on the table. Scribbling down the address of her hotel and then a phone number, Natalie studied the back of it before offering a set of three small x's right at the bottom of the details. Pushing it back to me, Natalie nodded her head. "There's our details. We should be free from what? Eight ish? Get a cab, we'll find the club and we can go party."
And that, seemingly was that.
The two women continued to chat with me but as the afternoon continued to roll on, I was stuck not really being able to listen to the conversation and more thinking on what I was going to be going through when I got back to the mainland. Having said goodbye to my dad and some of the crew members I knew, I found myself on the ferry that took the cast and crew back to the mainland, while I would have wanted to chat with the women some more, I quickly found myself amongst mostly male members of the show. So, I took the time to use the ferry's free wifi and started to work on uploading some of the photos I had taken today. Uploading them to my various social media feeds, all set to private of course, I made sure to completely clear my phone of the photos, uploading them to the cloud before I put my phone right back into my jacket's pocket and simply rested against the side of the boat, my arms folding together as I watched out over to the seas.
The trip was a short, uneventful one and I was soon sitting in the back of a paid for car, one hired by the studio as my father would be getting a ride back with one of the other directors tonight. Riding back to the hotel, I quickly made my way up to my own room and suddenly, a wash of panic came over me. What the hell was I going to wear? Looking around, I rushed over to my small hard shelled suitcase, opened it up and quickly looked over the contents. Picking up a smart looking jacket, I tossed it to the other bed and then fished out a salmon coloured button up shirt and then a pair of slim fitting jeans. I only had some chelsea boots to go with the look but it was going to be enough. Even if I was partying with two of the stars of the popular TV show, I was going to appear at the odd one out anyway so if my clothing was slightly off then it wasn't like it would be the worst thing in the world.
Getting the outfit completed, I carried them all on their hangers over to the bathroom and quickly hung them up on the handle behind the door to the bathroom. Walking over to the large mirror, I inspected my face, running my fingers through my thick, shaggy beard, looking almost similar to one of the Wild Folk from the show, I decided it would be a good idea to at least get my beard under control. Grabbing one of the clippers, I started to trim my beard down, chocolate locks of beard hair fell from my face and into the sink as I inspected my face. With a now much more trimmed beard, I plucked the glasses off of my face and folded the arms of them in into the glasses and looked back into the mirror, my emerald green eyes glistening slightly under the artificial lighting of the bathroom.
Making my way into the big, open shower cubicle, I went about showering myself, cleaning myself of the seaside dirt and grime that generally accumulated when you would be out by the sea. Washing myself with a bar of mint scented soap, I cleansed myself fully before washing my hair with another nice smelling bottle of shampoo. I worked my way all over my body, making sure to get every little bit of my skin just in case something did happen. Not that I was expecting it of course. I lifted my head up and made sure to wash away the parts of my face that had been shaven and with a significantly softer face, I ran my hands over my cheeks and jaw, scrubbing at the freshly cut part of my face, I made sure to clean it all completely before getting the usual spots of under my armpits and the general lower part of my body.
Definitely not expecting anything to happen of course.
Completely clean, I slipped out of the shower and moved back to the mirror, inspecting my face as I towelled off, I made sure to get myself absolutely dry before applying some deodorant and then liberally getting some of the nice aftershave that I had gotten as a gift from my father this morning. Completely dressed now, I made my way out back to the main bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with my suitcase on it, I slipped my shoes back on and then reached over to grab the bedside phone in my room. Keying in the number of the local taxi rink, I arranged a pick up for me to go to the hotel where Natalie and Emilia were staying. The prearranged fee wasn't that bad for me to pay for myself, so while I agreed to it, they let me know that the cab would be with me soon. Thanking them, I hung up and then looked at the back of Natalie's signed photo, seeing Natalie's personal number there, I reached down and keyed in her number, my fingers ever so slightly trembling from it.
Why were they doing that? I shouldn't be nervous, I had spoken to them both separately on several occasions and we were just going to be heading out to hang out together and maybe dance a little bit as well. Regardless, I needed to get the number dialled so I took a breath and finished dialling. Lifting the headset up to my ear, I waited for it to stop ringing when the sound of Natalie came on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Natalie? Hi, it's Ben?"
"Ben! Hi! Are you on your way?"
"I'm just about to get picked up, are you both ready to go?"
"Yeah, we're both ready, right Em?" Natalie said, a voice off of the other side of the phone let her know that she was okay and ready to go as well. "Yeah, we're ready to go. We'll see you soon birthday boy!" Natalie added, hanging up the phone and making me feel like she was expecting something more to happen after this whole thing. I wasn't going to look forward for anything more than just a good night out though. The absolute worst case that could happen is that they were there to just make fun of me and I'd have to go back to the hotel feeling dejected. I could manage that though. So, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror, I turned around and made my way down to the lobby of the hotel, heading out to the car that was waiting for me on the outside. The driver was sitting on the outside of the car, looking at his phone but as soon as I made my presence known, he put his phone away and quickly got into a driving position. I got into the back and as the guy adjusted the mirror to look over at me before speaking.
"So where to?"
"Can we head over to The King's Arms Hotel?" I asked, looking into the reflection as the man raised an eyebrow.
"Another hotel?"
"Yeah, I want to pick up some friends and then we're going to head off to a club afterwards."
The driver nodded.
"Sure, you got it boss." Pulling away from my hotel, the car travelled along the roads, making some good headway to the actual five star hotel that was afforded for the main cast of the show. The car pulled into the front and the guy looked out to the front door. Turning back to look at me, he cleared his throat gently. "So, are they coming out or what?"
"I'm not sure. I'll go check on them." I said, opening the door to the car and stepping out.
"Sure, I'll leave the metre running." He said, going back to looking at his phone.
Ignoring that, I took the series of steps up to the foyer of the hotel, walking past the front door man and moving into the lobby. Looking around, I spotted that the hotel did have a bar and that was usually where most movie stars hung out. So, I made my way over to the bar, poking my head into look in and it was there that I saw a beautiful imagine. Sitting at the bar was both Emilia and Natalie who each had a drink in hand and were casually chatting with each other. Natalie was wearing a hot, little black dress, her long legs were covered by a set of stockings and she also had on a set of shiny black heels. Emilia was wearing a bright aqua blue dress with sleeves at the top of her arms, her legs were bare and she was also wearing a pair of heels though the heel wasn't as big as the ones on Natalie's. Emilia was the first to spot me, lifting a hand up to wave at me, Natalie looked over her shoulder and saw me there as well. The two women left their drinks and made their way over to me, each of them pressing their lips to each of my cheeks in a soft kiss, it raised some eyebrows from the men in the room but the two women didn't care.
Both of them linked their arms in mine and we left the hotel with me feeling a lot like a movie star in my own right as we headed down the steps towards the waiting car. The driver looked up and over at me and then, his jaw dropped. He practically ran out of the front of his car to open up the door for all three of us to get into the car. With Natalie on my left, I took the middle seat and Emilia was on my right, the three of us got our seatbelts clicked in and it was then that the driver got back into his seat and looked back up into the rear view mirror.
"So, where to?" He asked, his eyes moving over to look at both Emilia and then Natalie, the mirror being adjusted several times, almost as if he wanted to look up their skirts. The two women both seemed like they were ready to deal with it though, their hands coming down and pressing at the front of the dresses to stop him from seeing up them both.
"San Junipero." Emilia answered, her eyes looking up into the mirror. She had a look on her face that seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what the guy was trying to do. "Do you know where that is?" She asked, her head tilting to the side slightly.
"Yeah, yeah I know it." He said, his gaze going back to the road as he pulled out and we made our way over to the nightclub. It was a trendy little place on one of the side corners of the street. There were a series of lights high above the ground and while the outside of the club did have a tacky neon sign, it looked like a pretty high end club. There were a couple of cars that were stuck in the rink outside of the club and the drivers were all chatting amongst themselves. The car came to a stop and the driver turned around to look at us both. "So, when did you want picking up?"
Emilia looked at her phone before looking at me and Natalie. "Say a couple of hours?"
"Yeah, that should be enough." Natalie confirmed, the two beautiful women looked at me for an answer.
"Yeah, pick us up in two hours?"
"You got it boss." The driver answered, slipping back into looking at his phone when Natalie opened the door. The three of us left the car and made our way to the club, the girls all linked their arms in mine again and that still made me feel like a million bucks. The inside of the club was playing an annoying techno music that did make my head hurt but with both Natalie and Emilia on my arms, it certainly worked on clearing up the headache.
"Ugh, that guy was a pervert." Natalie complained, talking about the driver as she looked around the inside of the club. "I'll get us some drinks, Em, grab us a booth?" She asked, looking over at the bar which was fairly empty. Emilia nodded her head and guided me towards one of the booths at the side of the club. The middle of the club was a large dance floor with a low hanging lighting rig that was flashing bright beams of light through the darkened hall, flashes of primary and secondary colours ran across the walls and illuminated the people who were all dancing on the floor. Looking over to them, I could see a lot of people dancing together, which made sense since we were out on Valentine's Day for the evening. There were a few stragglers of men who were all staring at some of the single women on the other side of the hall or who were dancing with themselves. Emilia hooked her arm in mine and pulled me closer to her.
"So, how's your birthday going so far?" She asked, her big eyes beaming over at me as she waited for Natalie to bring the drinks back to us.
"Well, so far I'm spending it with two gorgeous women, so far it's been pretty much the best one ever."
"Gorgeous eh? You must get on with all the women that you work with huh?" She said with a big smile on her face, wetting her ruby red lips casually as she looked me over. "I'm glad you're enjoying it so far though, we're going to make sure you have a great night out though!" She said, her right hand patting my upper arm casually.
As me and Emilia continued to chat, her hand still continued to slowly rub her hand up and down the inside of my arm, her fingers brushing over the top of my arm and almost touching the insides of my muscles while she kept herself looking at me. Emilia had this utterly enticing scent about her, something about her perfume or her shampoo or whatever it was about her, it was keeping me so utterly enthralled in her and I was just so focused on talking to her. She casually brought one of her hands up, fluffing the ruffle at the top of her right sleeve casually, all while her head fell back slightly, exposing her delightful neck to me. Looking at the exposed skin, it certainly provided a tempting target for me to want to latch onto. Emilia's head came back down, her fingers gently squeezing my upper arm before looking around onto the dance floor.
"The DJ isn't playing much is he?" She asked casually.
"Not really. He needs to liven this place up!" Natalie said, carrying a circular black tray that had three colourful glasses of alcohol on it. The blonde looked around and shook her head. "We might not even make the two hours." She said with a chuckle. Looking at the booth and the various stains that were on the surface of the couch, she made a face at it.
"Do you want to take my seat Natalie? I can stand if you want..."
That provoked a near simultaneous 'Awww' noise from the girls and Natalie shook her head.
"Nah it's okay birthday boy." She said with a smile, pushing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me back down to a seating position. Natalie then moved to make a very good impression on me, slipping in front of me and then placing herself down so that her ass was resting on my thighs. With the blonde on my thighs, her ass threatening to brush against my own lap, I found myself unsure as to where to put my hands. Taking a chance and placing my right hand on her waist, I could see Emilia make eye contact with it and I could also hear Natalie let out a soft breath as I did so.
Was I doing something wrong? I wasn't sure any more but when Natalie wriggled from side to side slightly and then leant forward to pick up one of the glasses of alcohol, she took a mouthful of the bright green liquid before making an approved noise. Turning back to look at me, Natalie fidgeted on my thighs before wriggling herself backwards and her ass now moved to brush against my lap. That in turn, started to turn me on. As soon as my erection started to form, I could tell Natalie knew because she made a soft noise and then moved her glass to her left hand and draped her right arm behind my back.
As the two girls casually chatted, Emilia happily sipping on her own drink while I remained firmly pressed down to the padding of the seat of the booth. Natalie certainly wasn't heavy and having her on my lap wasn't painful in the strictest sense of the word, what was painful was the hard erection that was growing in my pants and threatening to poke up against her. I could just about see the top of Emilia's hair as she dipped her head down past the table towards the ground. As soon as she did that, Natalie's index finger came up to my mouth as if to silence me. As I mutely nodded my head, Natalie started to roll her hips around on my lap slowly. Her hips continued to roll in a slow circle, flicking her hips from side to side, giving me an utterly torturous lapdance there and then in the middle of this nightclub. As she did so, I let out a low groan of delight, which made Emilia's head come back up.
"What was that?" She asked, looking over at us both before raising an eyebrow. "Did one of you say something?" She asked, an arched eyebrow punctuating her question. Before either me or Natalie had a chance to respond though, her body perked up and her head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh man! I love this song! Ben, come dance with me!" She said, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me away from Natalie who was more than happy to just lift herself up and let me slide out and away from the booth and towards the dancefloor. As we walked, her hands on mine, she led me to a part of the dancefloor where we were able to actually move into a decent area to dance with her. Emilia had her hands on my body, her hands slipping under my jacket and resting on my sides as her body swayed from side to side. Spinning herself around and pushing her back against my chest and then she moved my hands up to her own waist, my left hand threatened to creep across her stomach while my other hand remained firmly on her hips.
As we moved through the motions of dancing to the song, I found myself almost lost in the moment. Emilia's body felt truly divine to the touch and while she rolled her body around in my touch. Emilia's soft ass was also brushing past my groin which was still hard from Natalie's lap dance and while the blood was still swimming down there, the fact that we were dancing was certainly helping me lose my erection. Emilia pressed her rear up against my own lap and her arms came up past my head, her fingers knitting into my brown hair before she slowly slipped herself down the front of my body in a dreadfully sexy manner. As she moved down, her legs spread ever so slightly as she came down and then moved right back up, as she moved down, I could see a selection of the single men all looking at me with their jaws dropped at the sight of it.
To be fair, I felt like I should be behaving like them as well. I could still feel Natalie's ass against my lap and now, Emilia was treating me exactly the same way too. If this was the beginning of a set up, I was more than happy to deal with it. My hands were on her arms, brushing along her exposed skin briefly as she rolled her hips around in a slow flick of her hips, rolling them around and then up and down, almost as if she were twerking on me, I could feel another spark of pleasure running through me and the blood that had been all over my body was quickly coming back to the front of my pants and making me get another boner. Emilia spun herself around quickly and while her hands flipped over, my own hands came down to settle on the inside of her waist, | Best Birthday Ever... | [
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my eyes remained focused on hers as her pretty red lips came up into a wide smile.
"I'm having a good time." She said with a smile and a laugh. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" She said, her right hand coming up to my chest and her hand slipped in between the buttons of my shirt and pressed her palm flat against my chest. "Your heart rate is going a mile a minute too!"
"Well, I don't normally get to dance like this with pretty girls."
"There you go with the pretty again." Emilia said with a grin, her arms linked tighter around my shoulders and pulled me in close, instinctively making my arms wrap around her waist. "Now that is a good position too..." Emilia purred, looking over her shoulder to see the upper parts of my arms that were linked behind her. With her front pressing against mine, I was doing my absolute best to not get too turned on by it but having her so close to me, it was nearly an impossible task. Her breasts were both pressing against my chest and as the look on her face almost suggested that she knew just what I was going through. Her forearms tugged down on the back of my neck and my ear was then close to her lips as she ran her tongue across her lips in an agonizingly slow pattern. "So, this must be a pretty crazy birthday for you so far then? I think it's going to get crazier too."
"What do you mean?" I said to her, the music changing from a frantic techno beat to something more slow and gentle, prompting our bodies to gingerly sway to it. Emilia smiled at the question from me and neglected to answer, instead looking around the inside of the club, over to Natalie and then back to where I was. Her big eyes studied my face before she offered me a simple shrug of her shoulders.
"It's your birthday. It's Valentine's Day. Two reasons to expect a crazy day surely?"
"I mean, maybe? I haven't really had many crazy birthdays before." I responded, answering her honestly and tilting my head to the side slightly as if to shrug off what had just happened previously in my life. Looking at Emilia who chewed down on her bottom lip, her impossibly bright white teeth shining under the artificial lighting of the club, she shook her head gently.
"You just aren't getting this. Me and Natalie are going to make sure you get a great birthday today." She said, in a very matter of fact sort of fashion. That definitely made me want to question her some more. My hands ran along her waist casually, moving my left hand up to stroke against her spine, I watched as Emilia paused and then that sexy, sly smirk slowly slipped over her face. "Speaking of..."
That last bit of the sentence did make me raise an eyebrow until I felt an index finger jab me in the ribs slightly. Turning to look, I saw Natalie there with a scowl on her face as she looked over her shoulder at where she had come from and then back to us.
"Some guy just grabbed my arse. Can we go?" She asked, somewhat impatiently, looking at us both as I checked the time on my smart watch.
"The driver won't be here for another hour. We could grab an Uber or something?"
"Sounds great, let's go." Natalie decided, pulling me over away from the dancefloor and then towards the entrance. Stepping out into the cold night, I was ready to bring my phone up to call for an Uber when Natalie flagged down a waiting taxi at the rink outside of the club. "Are you free?" The driver looked behind himself and then pointed at himself before nodding his head almost dumbly. "Great! Let's go." Natalie said with a smile, pulling the back door open and everyone got inside of the cab.
"Where to?"
"The Kings Arms." Natalie answered, looking up at the driver who simply nodded his head, flicked a switch to show his cab was currently engaged and then pulled out towards the front of the road. Casually taking us along, the driver stole a couple of glances at the three of us before simply shaking his head and continuing on ferrying us to our hotel. It was a short trip and Natalie was quick to pass the man a note before the three of us got out of the car and both Natalie and Emilia were quick to lead me up into the hotel. Walking through the lobby and towards the elevator at the back of the hall, Emilia pressed her thumb to the call button and the three of us were quick to make some conversation amongst ourselves as the elevator hit the bottom floor and slowly, the doors rolled open with a ding. The three of us stepped inside and Natalie was quick to push the top floor button and as soon as she did that, the doors rolled shut and the elevator slowly took us all up to the top floor.
"So, should we go to my room?" Emilia asked, her arm linked in mine while Natalie walked down towards the end. Emilia stopped outside of her room and looked over at Natalie who didn't stop walking but did turn to look over her shoulder at us.
"Sounds good. I'll see you in ten, I want to change out of these heels." She continued walking down the hall before coming to her own room. Turning to face Emilia, I watched her shrug her shoulders and then open the door to her room. Stepping inside, Emilia opened the door a little further so we could both come in. Walking over the threshold, Emilia closed the door behind us and gestured to one of the couches that was close to the large windows that overlooked the city and also the location of shooting for Game of Thrones too.
Emilia took a seat on the couch, swinging her legs up and dropped her feet on the coffee table, using her feet to kick off the heels she was wearing, she turned to look over at me.
"So... It's a little after ten pm. You've still got two hours of your birthday left." She started, a hand coming down and resting on my upper thigh. Casually squeezing it, she wriggled herself over to me so that our legs were touching. Her bare skin felt like such a divine presence and when her hand started to creep up towards my groin, the erection I had back in the club was back, and this time it was a lot larger and stiffer than it had been. Emilia's hand brushed over my lap and then, she pressed her palm down against my crotch and firmly squeezed it. Using her free hand, Emilia pulled my lips to hers and then we started to kiss. Her hand cupped my cheek firmly, her thumb stroking against my cheek as she started to tilt her head to the side and our tongues almost instantly moved out to seek each others.
Her hand came up off of my lap and she shifted her entire body off of the couch and with movements so quick, she had herself on my lap, her legs spread and her arms had fully wrapped themselves around me. Latching herself to my body, Emilia moaned into my mouth as the two of us were fully engrossed in the hot French kiss with each other. Rolling her hips back and forth on my lap, Emilia broke the kiss and her teeth came down to nip against my earlobe.
"Happy birthday..." She whispered, pressing her groin down and then moving herself backwards and forwards, grinding herself against me. My hands came down and grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, squeezing them both firmly as she had her head fall back, her neck becoming an easy target for me. Leaning forward, I sunk my teeth into her neck, sucking on it as she let out another low moan.
Soon, her hands pushed against my chest and I was forced into a seating position. Watching her slip herself down off of my lap and onto her knees between my legs, her hands came up and started to unzip my pants. Tugging on the zipper and pulling my pants apart, I finally had a good idea as to what how crazy this evening was going to be. Looking down at her as she worked on fishing my cock out of my pants, Emilia pressed her fingers down flat against my boxers so she could see the outline of my dick in my boxer shorts. Looking up at me with those beautiful big eyes, Emilia reached down and ran her tongue over the head of my cock through my boxers.
"Natalie..." I gasped, looking over at the door.
"She's not here." Emilia countered, her fingers curling around the outline of my shaft through my boxers, lazily stroking my cock.
"She will be though..."
"You'll have to be quick then!"
"Not... I think that's going to be pretty likely..."
"Is that so?" Emilia said with a smile, her finger popping open the button at the front of my shorts.
"I didn't mean it like..." I started but as soon as I began, I was stuck with a slack jaw as Emilia Clarke, Khaleesi, Mother of Dragons, remained between my legs and worked on undoing my boxer shorts and fishing out my entire length. Wrapping her hand around my base, Emilia's breath was hot and wild and just touching the head of my length as she started to slowly pump her hand up and down on my length. Her hand squeezed on my cock, her other hand reached into my boxers and pulled my entire nut sack out of my boxers. Pushing my cock up towards my stomach, Emilia pressed her lips to each of my balls before opening her mouth up and pushing her tongue from the base of my shaft and running it all the way up to my dick's tip. When her spongy tongue brushed under the bottom of my head, Emilia then ran her tongue all around the base of my cock's head. As she did that, my head fell back and a low moan fell from my lips, and as I moaned, my cock throbbed with pleasure.
With my hands to my side, I watched as Emilia's bright eyes were focusing on my shaft. Then, her eyes flicked up and her mouth opened, her lips slipping over the head of my dick and then she carefully closed her lips down around my cock's head, her tongue continuing to flick and bathe my cock in her spit all while her other hand remained firmly on my sack. Her fingers rolled my balls around from side to side, her nails carefully brushing against the sensitive skin all while her lips slipped up and down on my hard cock. Her lips were pressed down, almost in a vacuum seal, as she shifted on her knees and started to work herself into a steady, successful rhythm. Slipping her head up and down, Emilia pressed her other hand on the inside of my thighs and kept my legs spread so she had all the room to move.
She let out a long, slutty moan around my cock while her tongue worked on the underside of my shaft, her mouth slowly getting penetrated by my length all while she slurped up and down on me. I could feel her warm, wet saliva starting to pool in her mouth and run down my cock as well. Her eyes opened and she looked down at my base and where her hand was coiled around my cock, taking her hand away, Emilia started to work on getting more of my cock inside of her mouth. Emilia slipped her lips up off of my cock and she then pushed her hands back onto my cock, pushing it up against my stomach so she could run her tongue from the balls right up to the head. Her tongue worked on wiping up some of the spit that had spilled down my cock all while she continued this sheer torturous blowjob.
Emilia opened her mouth up and then pushed her lips right back down, her lips sliding all the way down to the halfway mark and as soon as she did that, her lips pressed down firmly and when she moved her lips back up, I could see that she had left a red lipstick mark on my length. Her eyes flicked up at me and she had a wide smile wrapped around her face, even with her mouth obscenely penetrated by my cock. Pulling her mouth up off of my cock, Emilia lazily slapped my cock against her lips and right cheek before she wrapped a hand around my base and started stroking me.
"How you doing there then birthday boy?"
"Doing... Doing okay..." I managed to let out, despite Emilia's stellar handjob and blowjob.
"Just okay? I need to up my game then." She said, a sexy smirk on her face as she ran her tongue over her lips and teeth before opening her mouth up wide again and then going right back to sucking on my cock. Her lips were sealed down tight around my cock and her lips were working up and down, slowly sucking on me and taking my cock all the way into her mouth. Slipping her lips up and down on my cock, Emilia had her hand wrapped around my base and the other one was firmly laid on my nuts, her fingers were squeezing on my sack while her hand was wrapped firmly on my cock and jerking it up and down while her lips came down to meet my cock. As she sucked on me, my head kept falling back as I just felt the sheer pleasure that she was giving me. Emilia offered my nuts a firmer squeeze which made me lift my head up and look down at her while she sucked on me.
Her lips felt so truly divine and while her lips slid up and down on my shaft, I could feel Emilia wanting nothing more than to have me cum hard in her mouth and as she sucked on me, I was close as well. Emilia's eyes were looking up and we had a maintained eye contact as she worked her lips up and down, her lips working like she was ready to make me cum just from this picture perfect blowjob. As she sucked on me, her lips still working up and down, there was a series of quick knocks at the door. Turning to look at it, I felt another squeeze on my balls and I was forced to look right back at her and that same stellar feeling of an orgasm coming back into my veins while she sucked up and down on me. Her hand continued to jerk up and down on me and she was constantly trying to coax an orgasm out of me while she slobbered on my cock, more spit pooled out of her mouth as she sucked on me.
"Emilia... Let me in!" A hushed voice came from the other side of the door and made the beautiful woman on her knees, roll her eyes and finally slip herself up from her kneeling position and then moved over to the door. Wiping at her lips, Emilia cracked the door open and in rushed a Natalie Dormer who was clad in a set of stockings and what looked like a silk robe that was tied tight around her body. Walking in, she looked at Emilia and then over to me before rolling her eyes.
"Started without me?" She asked, her eyes focusing on my spit slick dick.
"Kind of. I'm sorry! I just wanted a taste!" Emilia protested, walking back into the room with Natalie as the two women stood before me, looking down at me with folded arms.
"You can make it up to me." Natalie said with a smirk, slapping Emilia on the ass. "In the meantime..." Natalie said, looking over to me. She took hold of my hands that had been resting on the sides of the couch and then placed it on the string of the robe. "Unwrap your present birthday boy..."
Shifting in place while Emilia excused herself from the conversation by simply walking away, I took a firm grip of the strings from the robe and gave it a simple tug. The robe loosened and she became fully exposed to me. Wearing a black two piece with matching stockings, Natalie was stood before me in a very sexy lingerie set. The bra and panties were both very lacy and the bra did have a red accent to it, it looked like some of the stitching was bright red and definitely complimented the black of the material. Natalie slowly turned on her heel, showing off her round ass and the fact that she was wearing panties and not a thong. She also had on a belt that was keeping the stockings up, the clasps of the stockings also had a set of bright red hearts to show off the fact that this was a Valentine's Day set.
Lucky me...
Natalie finally stopped with her rotations and was now facing me. Her eyes were staring down at my hard cock and I could almost see her mouth watering at the prospect of it. Getting down to her hands and knees, Natalie slowly crawled over to me, her hands coming up and steadying herself while she was between my legs. Her hands came up and she held my thick shaft in her hands, curling her fingers around my cock and stroking her hands up and down, Natalie continued until she was satisfied.
"So, Emilia's already got you worked up?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"That bitch... We were supposed to do this together." Natalie complained, her hands working up and down against my cock. "Oh well." Looking down at my cock, her eyebrows arched slowly. "That where she got to?" Natalie asked, her lips coming down and pressing at the lipstick mark Emilia had left on me.
"Yeah, that was as deep as she got." I answered, looking down at her.
Natalie offered me a casual smirk before opening her mouth and then pushing her lips all the way down. Sliding my cock right inside of her mouth and not stopping until she had breezed past the lipstick mark and she had her own nose nestled in my pubic hair. While she was working on sucking my cock, I could feel my cock throbbing and I had little doubt that Natalie had been practicing. Slowly pulling her lips back, Natalie's eyes opened and she was looking up at me with a dirty, flirty smirk on her face. Slowly pushing her lips right back down on me, I couldn't even see the lipstick mark that Emilia had left on my cock any more as she sucked up and down on me. Her fingers were firmly implanted on the insides of my thighs, her nails leaving little crescent marks on the insides of my skin as she bobbed her head on me.
Moaning wildly, I ran my hands through her blonde hair and kept her hair out of her face as she sucked on me. Her bright blues opened up and she looked up at me while I had a handful of her blonde hair. Slowly pulling her lips up off of my cock, Natalie opened her mouth and ran her tongue over my cock while smiling up at me.
"If you're going to pull my hair, at least make sure you can ram your cock in my mouth."
"You want me to..."
"Fuck my face? Yes, I do." Natalie said with a dirty smirk, slipping my hand from her hair and standing up, walking over to the bed and getting up onto her hands and knees. Her eyes watched as I got up and kicked away my pants and underwear, walking over to where Natalie was perched on the edge of the bed, I made my way over to the Tyrell actress and as I walked, the spit on my cock threatened to drop off, long strands of saliva were fastened to my cock. Natalie reached over with a free hand, working on steadying my cock while I stood before her face. Sliding my hands through her hair, I worked my hips forward and my cock slowly slipped between her lips. Holding her hair, I worked my hips backwards so that just the tip was left in her mouth, and then I worked myself forward, the same tip working on bumping against her throat and making her gag. Looking down at her, I saw she was determined, and using that last thrust, I pulled my hips back and then pushed them right back forward again, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth.
Seeing she was focused on it, I started to slide my hips backwards and forward, pushing my cock backwards and forwards, the spit slick dick was disappearing inside her mouth with ease. Natalie wriggled from side to side as she blinked several times, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks as she rolled her hips around.
Keeping her palms flat on the bed, I could feel the back of the woman's throat press against my cock, giving it some resistance but with a simple push, my cock slipped past the barrier and soon, my entire length was slipping in and out of her mouth and her throat. Keeping a handful of her hair, I rocked my hips backwards and forwards, feeding my dick inside of her mouth and her throats which only made Natalie moan more. Her hand came up off of the mattress and she reached between her legs, slipping a finger inside of herself as I continued to fuck her face. I could smell Natalie's arousal and every single push of my hips forward seemed to only encourage more of the dampness that was no doubt forming between Natalie's legs. Starting to increase the pace, to the point where I was effectively using the beautiful woman's mouth as a vagina, I could feel my own orgasm creeping up with every single time my balls slapped against her chin. Saliva was pooling out of her mouth and down her chin and every time my cock slipped inside of her mouth and throat, it provoked a loud, lewd mixture of coughing and gagging. Pulling my cock out so that just my tip was left inside of her mouth, I watched the long strand of spit form from her lips to my dick's tip as she sucked up some much needed air.
"Have fun?" Emilia asked, prompting us both to look over to her. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, the door open slightly and making her cast an almost eerie shadow. Standing in a not so lacy but just as enticing set, Emilia was wearing a bright red set of a bra and a thong, no stockings like Natalie though. Walking over to us, she got on her knees next to the bed and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, scooping up some of Natalie's spit. "Two presents to unwrap now! Aren't you lucky?" She said, a teasing lick over my cock's head. She didn't give me much of a chance to respond though, her mouth was open and she was going right back to sliding her lips up and down on my cock. Natalie wiped under her eyes, cleaning her skin on the salty tears before she slipped off of the bed and moved down next to her costar. Wrapping her arm around Emilia's shoulders, Natalie slipped her head in between my legs and placed one of my balls into her mouth. Sucking on it while Emilia sucked on my cock, I could feel both of their tongues working on my skin and making my own body feel like jelly. The two women's hands came up and slowly guided me down so that I was sat on the edge of the bed while they both sucked on me.
Emilia lifted her lips up off of my cock and moved them onto the side of my length, prompting Natalie to let my ball fall from her mouth and she came up to attach the other side. Her lips pressing with Emilia's and their tongues touching each other's as they both moved up and down on my rock hard cock. As they double worked on me, I felt another tremor inside of me and a hot bubble of precum left my length. The girls each ran their tongue over my head, their voices moaning around my cock as they licked my precum up. As Natalie's tongue ran around me clockwise and Emilia went anti clockwise, I couldn't hold it in any more. My orgasm took over and I started to cum. Emilia was the first to get it though, closing her mouth over my head as I fired rope after hot rope into her hungry, waiting mouth. While I came, Natalie was quick to place my balls back into her mouth, sucking on them both hungrily as I emptied them into Emilia's mouth.
As soon as I stopped cumming, I fell back down to the edge of the bed and watched as Emilia slowly pulled her mouth up off of my cock and showed me the creamy white mess that had pooled on her tongue. She then nudged Natalie who came up off of my balls and the two women got into a passionate embrace. I could see their mouths opening and their tongues were running over each other's, sharing my load with a hot kiss. Sitting back and watching them go at it, I could only groan in pleasure as they eagerly ran their tongues over each other's until my cum was nothing and they had shared my load completely.
With my dick soft now after the stellar double blowjob from the two women, I knew I was going to need to take some time to catch my breath again and come back down to Earth. Looking at the women who were kneeling down now in front of me, their arms wrapped around each others bodies all while they looked at each other and then kissed each other again before turning to look at me. Natalie's mouth came up to Emilia's ear and she whispered something before gently nibbling on Emelia's ear. The Star Wars Story actress giggled and nodded her head, turning to face the woman who played the scheming Margaery Tyrell. The two shared another hot kiss before Emilia pushed Natalie onto her back. The brunette woman turned to face me to let me know just what the game plan was.
"So, while you recover, me and Natalie here are going to pretty much eat each other out. You can watch too." She said simply. Natalie bit down on her index finger and nodded her head, looking at me and then over to Emilia who was happy to follow up on what she had just said. Natalie elegantly spread her legs and let Emilia go to work on her costar. With the blonde flat on her back and her legs spread, the brunette moved up on her hands and knees and crawled forward. Emilia's hands ran along the stocking covered legs of Natalie before she moved the flats of her hands up to the hot insides of Natalie's thighs before she reached up with a probing right index finger and slowly curled h | null | [] |
er finger inside of the fabric and tugged the underwear to one side.
"Look at that..." I said, moving to the side so I got a better view of what was going on in the middle of this large, comfy bed.
"Good enough to eat right?" Emilia said, looking over her shoulder at me as we both inspected Natalie's dripping wet pussy. Before I even had a chance to answer, Emilia pushed her index finger inside of Natalie Dormer.
Biting her lip, Natalie purred and whined in pleasure as her actress co star began to pump her finger in and out of her wet slit. Watching Natalie's body as Emilia slowly fingered her was incredible to me, the way the blonde woman's body writhed from side to side and her incredible eyes went ever so slightly wider all while the brunette continued to slide her finger in and out in a long and slow stroking manner. Emilia's other hand was on the inside of Natalie's thighs, keeping them spread and making sure to fully display the blonde woman's pussy to both of us.
"You really do look incredible." Emilia answered, looking up at Natalie and then back down to the pussy in front of her. Leaning down and essentially presenting her own pussy to me, the brunette moved her face forward and gave the puffy looking lips a long, slow lick from the bottom up to the top of the opening, making sure to avoid to the clit but also making sure to get every little bit of those delicious looking folds in front of us both. Moving up on my knees, I moved a little bit closer and watched Emilia push her tongue up against Natalie's slit.
As soon as Emilia's tongue hit her slit, Natalie's back arched up off of the bed and she seemed to cry out for more. As Emilia went back to licking at the delicious honeypot in front of her, I moved a little closer to the two women who were busy wrapped up in each other and I took a chance to reach over and place my hand on Natalie's chest, squeezing her breast as Emilia continued to lick against her. Natalie purred in pleasure and her hand came up to lay on top of mine on her breast as the brunette between her legs continued to make tasty sounding noises from the other side of the bed. Looking down at Emilia, her big, brown eyes were looking up at us both as she curled her hands around the outside of Natalie's legs and held them apart as she continued to eat her.
Emilia continued to rub her tongue against Natalie's folds and while my hand was on the blonde's breast, my free hand came down and ran through Emilia's luscious brown hair. Emilia looked up at me and then over at Natalie, her face was definitely stretched into a smile as she pushed her tongue out flat and moved the entire width of her tongue against the bottom of Natalie's pussy and then all the way up to the top of the blonde's pussy, this time her entire tongue moved over the entirety of Natalie's pussy, covering every little bit and when her tongue hit Natalie's clit, the blonde let out a hard whine and her body jolted again as her hard little love button was stimulated.
The constant moans that were spilling out of her co-star's mouth was enough to let Emilia know what she was doing right. Despite the three of us being in bed, the brunette and myself included, knew there was little to no chance that Natalie could have been fast asleep. Watching the two women go hard at it with each other was something beyond my wildest fantasies and I thought my life had gotten pretty good with the shared blowjob at the start of the evening, watching the girl on girl action now? That was something even wilder. My hand squeezed at Natalie's breast again as Emelia went right back to lapping and licking against the hard love button of Natalie's clit and making the blonde woman start to shake in the bed.
With her long, stocking clad legs spread, Natalie was biting down hard on her bottom lip all while the combination of my own and Emilia's hands ran all over her skin. The two of us, me and Emilia, worked hard on the blonde as she had her pussy licked clean. Natalie managed to wrestle her bra off of her chest and threw it to the side of the bed, offering me a real, in depth look at her bare breast. I had seen the show of course and I had seen her bare breasts in various other projects but seeing them in the flesh and actually being able to touch them? It was like Christmas morning and I had a Playstation 2 shaped box in my hands. Placing my hands back on Natalie's chest, my fingers coming up to toy with her nipples almost instantly, I looked down and was treated to the live sex show as Emilia focused on pleasuring Natalie's entrance.
As Emilia weaved her tongue over Natalie's folds, the blonde headed actress could only moan in pleasure at just how wet her co star had made her. Natalie managed to lift her head up and look down her body, I wondered if there was any chance that the blonde could even see the brunette as she had her face buried between Natalie's legs. Slipping her tongue over Natalie's folds, Emilia opened her mouth up and pressed her mouth down around Natalie's wet pussy lips, sucking up and down on them as the brunette worked her head up and down, teasing every little bit of Natalie's dripping wet folds.
The soft fabric of the mattress beneath the three of us was starting to press into my knees but the soft ache of the mattress was nothing compared to the sheer bliss that must have been running through the veins of Natalie Dormer while Emilia continued to lick against Natalie's dripping wet folds. Emilia's tongue flicked over Natalie's clit, the tip of her tongue stimulating the hard button, running over the clit in a steady flow of teasing licks and only making the blonde cry out and claw at the sheets. Her head dropped down and bit into the sheets as Emilia continued to tease and stimulate her hard clit.
As Emilia's lips wrapped themselves around Natalie's clit, the brunette actress pushed her index finger inside of Natalie's pussy walls, being able to slide it in almost to the bottom knuckle right away. Looking down, I could see Emilia begin to start sucking on Natalie's clit, watching Emilia gently bite down against the hard button and started to push her finger in and out of Natalie faster and faster. Fucking her with her finger, Emilia looked up at Natalie as the woman who was flat in the bed and her whole body started to react to what was happening between her legs. I could almost hear her folds getting wetter and wetter as she writhed in place. With her free hand, Emilia reached up and grabbed onto Natalie's other breast.
With both my own hand and Emilia's hand on her chest, squeezing the two amazing breasts together and the both of us playing on her nipples, I could hear Natalie starting to whine more and more. Looking down at the blonde, I wondered just how long it was going to be before she exploded all over the sheets. Natalie's fingers dug into the sheets of the bed before she offered them a series of hard open palmed slaps. Looking down at Emilia, the brunette seemed to have a big smile on her face thought it was difficult to tell with most of her face being obscured by Natalie's groin. Emilia's tongue was working over her clit, and the finger that was inside of Natalie started to go faster and faster. It seemed obvious that the two of us knew what was coming and we both wanted to see the blonde cum hard and fast in the bed.
Natalie's mouth was wide open as she was simply panting in pleasure as Emilia pleasured her so expertly. The blonde started to rock herself backwards and forwards, feeding Emilia's finger fast and deep into her own pussy. The woman started to whine as those hot walls that Emilia was fingering started to squeeze the invading finger tighter and tighter as Natalie bit down on her bottom lip as if to offer herself one final obstruction but it was too late. Her eyes shot open and she seemed to pause before she let out a cry of pleasure as she started to cum. Her pussy pulsed and exploded all over Emilia's finger and tongue as she was doubly stimulated. Watching the action, my hand moved from Natalie's breast and settled by my side as Emilia's tongue brushed up from the blonde's hard clit to just those hot walls, licking all over them as the blonde exploded.
Making sure to not miss a drop of the Tyrell woman's juices as she came, Emilia ran her tongue all over those hot folds while she continued to push her finger in and out. Adding a second finger, Emilia pressed them both together and changed the angle of penetration to scrape the tips of her fingers against the top of Natalie's pussy. Slowly, the brunette actress pulled her tongue out of Natalie's folds and Emilia cooed in pleasure before lightly kissing Natalie's stomach that must have been fluttering with butterflies.
"You taste good Natalie!" Emilia said with a grin, flopping on the bed on top of the woman who was flat on her back with her legs seemingly stuck in a spread position.
While the two women shared a quick embrace, Natalie was the first to notice that I was hard again. Her tongue came out and she ran it against Emilia's cheek before she nodded down towards me.
"Looks like somebody's ready for more."
The brunette lifted her head up off of Natalie and looked down at me with a wicked grin on her face. Her hands gave Natalie's chest an ample squeeze before the blonde moved down to the bottom of the bed and spread her legs.
"Come on, come and give it to me!" Natalie said with a grin. I looked over at Emilia who nodded her head and moved her body forward so she could throw her leg over Natalie's face and mount it as I moved myself between Natalie's legs. Placing my hands on the outside of the blonde's stocking clad legs I kept her legs apart and rubbed the head of my dick against Natalie's slick folds. Rubbing the head of my dick against her slick opening, I had to grin at just how wet the blonde was after being eaten out and I knew that there was going to be little to no obstruction for me to just slide my dick right inside of her. As soon as I pushed the head of my cock inside of her, Natalie's legs worked just as fast and she had quickly wrapped them around me and pulled me in tight to her.
Both me and Natalie let out a grunt as my balls hit against the curve of her ass, my hands slid down to stroke against the fabric along her thighs as I started to pull my hips back and then push them forward again. Natalie's walls were squeezing me tightly already and as I pushed myself in and out of her, I looked up and could see my fellow guest of Natalie's body, Emilia Clarke, staring right at me and running her tongue along her lips as if she wanted to cleanse her skin of Natalie's cum. When she blew me a kiss, I knew exactly what she wanted though and leaned forward, Emilia's hands came up and steadied herself on my shoulders. Her fingers had a hold of my skin as I started to fuck her blonde co star with an easy rhythm. The two of us were face to face as she pulled me in for a kiss, the taste of Natalie's pussy on her lips was enough for me to keep pushing inside of Natalie but with the added incentive, I started to fuck the Tyrell actress just a little bit harder.
Both me and Emilia could hear Natalie moaning underneath the brunette but neither of us cared as I started to really push my dick inside of the blonde, sliding myself backwards and forwards. My balls started to clap against Natalie's ass and each push made the brunette moan in pleasure. She reached down and unclipped her own bra, tossing it to the side so that her magnificent chest was on display for me. Taking a hand up off of Natalie's leg, I cupped and squeezed her bare breast before leaning in and sinking my teeth down around her hard nipple. Sucking on each of the hard nubs, I made sure to lather both of them in my warm, wet spit all while my hips bumped backwards and forwards, in and out of Natalie's dripping wet pussy.
Emilia's hands came up and threaded her fingers through my hair as I worshipped all over her breasts as the blonde between us both was bounced up and down. Sliding myself inside of her, I started to angle the thrusting of my cock inside her, trying out various new ways to go inside of her, I started to lift my hips up slightly and aim to hit the 'roof' of her hot pussy. Ramming my cock inside of Natalie's pussy, the blonde's walls were hugging me tighter and tighter and while I started to hit the sweet spot inside of Natalie's pussy, both me and Emilia could tell that she was closer and closer to orgasming. Looking over at Emilia and then down at the writhing body of Natalie, I could only grin at how lucky I was and just how this was the best birthday ever. Pushing my cock inside her with another hard stroke, I felt Natalie's walls clamp down on me and then subsequently explode all around me.
Having her orgasm was definitely another highlight of my life and one of those things that I would keep in my memory forever. Keeping my dick buried inside of Natalie, I slowly rocked my hips backwards and forwards to keep dragging the orgasm out of the gorgeous blonde all while I watched as Emilia continued to roll her hips around on top of Natalie's face. The blonde woman who was flat on her back, ran her hands up and down Emilia's body before her small hands reached up to cup the brunette's chest. Natalie's hands squeezed at Emilia's breasts and then held the brunette in place all while she was making the brunette purr just a little bit louder in pleasure. Looking down at the hot entrance, I could pretty much tell that Natalie was going to town on Emilia's pussy and no doubt wanted to try to bring the averages of the orgasms in the room up just a little bit.
Emilia's hands were laid flat against my shoulders and while I let my dick almost simmer in Natalie's aroused juices, and I could feel the nails of the brunette pressing against my shoulders. Her head fell back just a little bit and her neck was exposed to me as her mouth opened and she let out a low, aroused groan. Her hips started to roll around in a slight circle all while she had mounted Natalie's face. Watching the two go at it, I could only grin and get treated to some more white hot live action porn. Emilia's fingers scratched at my chest slightly and then her body exploded as she started to cum hard over Natalie's face. Holding the brunette British woman up while she orgasmed hard, I could feel my dick throbbing inside of the blonde woman's pussy.
Emilia's orgasm subsided and she was able to meekly lift herself up off of Natalie's face and move herself down so that she was able to look at us both. It was there I was greeted with the sight of Natalie Dormer's face slick in her lover's juices as well. The sight was enough for the idea of the two women hooking up before to be set in stone in my mind. Emilia grinned widely to me and then rolled herself forward onto her hands and knees and then effectively presented herself to me. Reaching between her legs with her right arm, Emilia used her index and middle finger to spread her pussy's lips and show me exactly where she wanted me. Moving up and off of the bed, I ran my hand down over my length to try and clean my dick of Natalie's juices but the thought of being balls deep in Emilia Clarke was far too tempting to pass up. Moving up so I was directly behind Emilia, I had my left hand on her hips but Natalie had quickly commandeered use of my right hand that was still slick in her juices.
Holding my hand up, Natalie made a big show of running her tongue against my palm and all over my fingers to completely cleanse me of any of her juices. Running her tongue all over the underside of my fingers, she looked up at me and winked.
"Go get her then you dirty bastard!"
Natalie said with a grin, settling to the side of the bed next to us both and now draping one of her legs over the side while the other one was left on the actual bed to keep her upright and stable. She reached down between her own legs and started to rub at herself as she watched me take up position behind the brunette who was very lazily rubbing at her clit with her ring finger. The two women didn't seem to have any issues with keeping themselves warm or ready to go and that was fine by me. The concept of another orgasm was very, very pleasing to me but for now all I wanted was to make sure that both of the two women got off in the best ways they could do. Moving up behind Emilia, I gripped my dick at the base and rubbed the head of my dick against her folds, teasing the entrance to see just what sort of reaction I'd provoke out of the brunette. Surprisingly, Emilia lifted her head up off of the bedsheets and looked over to me.
"Come on, get on with it you big dicked fucker!" Hearing her curse like that was something of a rarity considering her character Daenerys Targaryen was actually fairly well spoken.
But, the lady had made a request and just who was I to refuse? So, with both of my hands now free, I took a firm grip of Emilia's ass and held her in place before I pushed my hips forward with a firm shove and my dick slipped inside of her folds and moved all the way inside her hot, dripping wet entrance. Soon, my dick had bottomed out inside of her and I was stuck with my balls slapping against Emilia's clit. The brunette moved her hand away from her own private area and planted both of them down firmly on top of the bedsheets to keep herself steady while I took her from behind. Rolling my hips backwards and then shoving them forward, I could hear Emilia already moaning for it and the sounds that were coming out of Natalie's mouth was already pretty inviting as well.
Turning to look at her, I could see that the blonde had her index finger inside of her and her other hand was on her breast, grabbing at it while she watched us fuck. Keeping a hold of Emilia's ass, my hands ran up to her hips and then up under her body to grab at each of her breasts while we both worked together in tandem. Sliding my hips forward, the brunette made sure to push her hips backwards. The two of us very quickly got into a nice, easy rate of working together and as beads of sweat started to form over both of our bodies, the sounds coming from both of our mouths was enough to convince me that what we were both doing was good and as hot as I thought it was. Emilia's walls were still nice and tight, despite having cum over Natalie's face, she was definitely going to make sure that I worked hard to get her to cum.
My hands had a firm grip on her waist and I started to pick up the pace, pushing and shoving inside of her lower walls, all while they did their best to milk me close to them and keep my dick inside of her. Not that I was going to argue that case of course, I wanted to keep myself balls deep in whoever I was in at the time, be it Emilia or Natalie, but while I was inside of Emilia, you could bet your bottom dollar that I was going to focus on the brunette especially and keep driving myself inside her to the point that she was going to keep making those oh so sweet noises that were spilling out of her mouth. Working inside of her with one particularly hard thrust, I was met with her walls squeezing me just a little bit tighter and letting me know that the brunette was close to orgasming as well. My hands kept a firm grip on her chest, my thumbs teasing her nipples with soft flicks, making sure they stayed nice and hard and keeping her doubly stimulated.
Emilia's teeth gritted down together and she let out a low grunt and almost a primal growl as she started to fight against the feelings in her lower lips. The earlier pussy eating must have really done a number on her because as I pounded her hard from behind, my hips started to slap against her ass and with each hard clap against her, my own orgasm started to build up. Pushing in and out of her, I started to pick up the pace and move my hips around to try and angle the direction of my cock thrusting. Hitting a particularly sweet spot, I heard Emilia almost tense up at the feeling of my dick inside her and as soon as I hit that spot, I started to continuously assault it. Pulling my hips back and then shoving them forward with a hard, eager series of thrusting and continuing to hit against her sweet spots inside of her.
Pushing my dick in hard against her hot folds, I made sure to keep going and keep my rhythm steady while I worked on driving her right to the orgasm the mother of dragons had been desiring since the three of us got to work in the bed. Looking over at Natalie, I could see her head had fallen backwards now and the sounds of both of the women's hot sexes was joining the sounds that were spilling out of both Emilia and my own mouth as well. Sliding my cock inside of Emilia with one more hard stroke, I groaned as Emilia's walls tightened down around me once more and her dripping wet folds made sure to grip me one last time and her walls exploded. Her walls moved to drench me all over as I pushed my cock in and out of her hot pussy.
With Emilia cumming around my dick, I let out a low groan and then pulled my hips back, my dick slipped from her hot entrance and stood out proudly. Throbbing as if it were trying to find another source for me to get pleasure from, I looked down at Emilia who managed to look over her shoulder at me and flashed me a grin before she got up from very shaky legs and both her and Natalie were quick to push me back down to the flat of my back and they were both on top of me. Their faces came down and the three of us quickly joined in a hot, French kiss as my hands ran over their ass cheeks and their hands moved up and down my chest. The two women slipped down my body, the two of them taking turns in stealing the occasional bite and tug on my bottom lip to each mark their territory on my body.
With the two girls now down at my lap, the two women had their hands on my dick and were both eagerly stroking my dick, ready to make me cum there and then again. Roughly making us all even at two orgasms each, I wondered just how long the two women were going to drag this one out before I'd start to cum. Having been balls deep in both of the women and also getting a stellar double blowjob from them both, I could already feel my body tensing up and my orgasm was creeping up faster and faster. Emilia's tongue ran over the left side of my dick while Natalie rubbed her tongue along the top and then the right side of my cock, slipping their mouths up and down, the two tongues were both working hard on pleasuring me and with each stroke, my orgasm got closer and closer.
Reaching down, I ran my fingers through both of their hair before Emilia closed her lips down around my right ball and sucked on it hungrily as Natalie slipped her mouth up and swallowed my cock right back down. Bobbing her head up and down while Emilia tossed each ball around in her mouth, making sure to bathe both of them hard and fast all while Natalie sucked on my cock. Looking down at them, I groaned and looked away, knowing that if I looked down at them any longer I would definitely shoot my load. With the way each woman was working on my length and balls, I knew that my orgasm was getting closer. My toes curled into my feet and my fingers clawed at the bedsheets as I managed to gasp out a short warning to the two women.
The sound of my warning was enough for the two women to drop down next to each other, their mouths opened and their eyes closed as they started to jerk my dick faster and faster. With a low groan, my head fell back and I stared up to the ceiling before my eyes screwed shut and I started to cum. Shooting a series of hot ropes from my dick and against their faces, I let the two women control the cum flow, Emilia was slowly moving my dick from side to side before I finally finished cumming and the two women managed to stroke out one last drop of cum.
Managing to open my eyes up, I looked down at the two women and saw that I had covered both of their faces with my orgasm. Nearly all of Emilia's face was coated in my ropes of cum, Natalie had a series of shots across her cheek, nose and over her right eye with a rope on her forehead and one in her messy blonde hair as well. Looking down at them both, my mouth was hanging open ever so slightly before I managed to splutter out a single sentence.
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Warning! This story contains some unpleasant subject matter and a rape scene. If this offends you, please do not read. Also, this story (as can be told by the length) is not just a 'fap piece'- if you want something short with mindless sexings, go try chapter 1 of Reign of the Dragon King. :)
Late in the 21st century GeneWarp introduced a new weapon for the United States military. 'Beasts', a breed of genetically engineered super soldiers. Fast, strong, smart.. unlike weapons of the past, these didn't rely on human hands to guide them.
Initially there were two breeds, Wolves and Tigers, but they quickly expanded their lines to cover more species, focusing on the strengths of each of the 'core' animals.
Later, they realized the private sector had a large market, and created a new line of 'designer pet' for private purchasers, as well as domestic worker versions for a lower cost workforce.
Legally these 'Beasts' were classified as property, not human nor animal, leading to no regulations as to how they had to be treated or what you could do with them.
Chapter 1
*Lancaster, CA*
"Scheiße.." The wolf growled returning from his patrol, soaked despite the trench coat he wore. He tossed the coat aside and shook the water from his fur before returning to his desk to make his report. So far the storm had kept the night fairly quiet, the only exception was a could kids who had hopped the fence to try and steal a car.. one left with a broken arm and the other with soiled trousers. There was also the woman though, she confused him.
Across the street she sat on a bus bench in the rain, ignoring every bus that passed by.. just staring at the dealership. He suspected she was casing the place, or perhaps watching him. He glanced at the clock, 12:07 AM. He noted the time in his report '*Patrol quiet. Mysterious woman still present across street.*' There was still one more bus for the night, so for now he would wait.
He turned on the news stream, listening for a moment to some environmentalist rant about 'global cooling' and a reporter arguing that 80 years ago they were crying 'global warming'. Neither mattered much to him though, he wanted news of the war so he changed stations.
"These 'beasts', do they really save our soldiers lives?" The speaker on the new station caught his interest. "No, and they won't until we pull all human soldiers off of the front lines! But we can't do that, because we can't have our entire fighting force being *animals*. Just this morning an assault team was evacuated from Tucson with only one casualty.. one entirely avoidable casualty!
"One of the team's 3 Wolves was shot and unable to make it to the evacuation point, and one of our soldiers ignored a direct order from his superior in order to get this *animal* to safety. The soldier, who's name hasn't been released yet, was critically injured in the process and died on the transport back out.
"Now they're calling him a 'hero', and saying he's going to be posthumously awarded the Purple Heart with a commendation for valor... social media is exploding with calls for the Medal of Honor. That's BULLSH-"
He'd heard enough and changed the station again, finding actual news of the war itself. Tucson was still a hot battleground, but reports indicated that the US was finally gaining ground on retaking it, the Cartel was being pushed out of San Diego.. it seems their initial surge from advanced weapons was finally giving way to the US' superior numbers and training. The increased presence of Beasts didn't hurt, either. Not for the first time, he wished he could be on the front lines.
His attention returned to the woman on the bus bench, now sitting with her head in her lap. The last bus of the night arriving and departing, leaving the woman behind. He looked to the clock and growled. She'd been there more than four hours now, paying no heed to any of the buses.. she didn't look like an agent or a thief.. but she had to be up to something, so he grabbed his flashlight and trench coat and stalked out of the office in to the pouring rain and across the street.
"That was the last bus." He growled "So what are you after? Casing the dealership or looking for someone?"
"Huh..?" The woman looked up at him,her voice was hoarse and her makeup run as if she had been crying. She regarded him with a certain amount of surprise and fear, but no real concern. "I'm sorry... I just.. I had to get out, and had no where to go... walked until I couldn't walk anymore.. ended up here and sat... kept hoping to wake up and find it was all a bad dream."
"You expect me to believe that you just went for a walkabout,and ended up on the bench right across the street from my post for more than four hours?"
".. wasn't like I just decided to go for a walk..."
"I know it wasn't the beautiful weather that brought you out."
"My fiance was killed in battle this morning, OK?!" She snapped, "So sorry for inconveniencing you by sitting on a fucking park bench because I couldn't stand being in our apartment all alone, surrounded by his things."
"Scheiße. I'm sorry.. Was he a soldier?"
"Yeah, Army.. deployed in Arizona."
"I see. If you want, you can come in out of the rain." He gestured back at the dealership's office "It's warm and dry, and there's a coffee machine."
"Go from accusing me of casing the joint, to offering me coffee?" She gave him an odd look.
"I'm sorry, forget it.."
"No... you couldn't have known." She shook her head. "I'm sure I seemed suspicious... if you'll have me, I wouldn't mind getting out of this rain, especially since this isn't exactly the best side of town."
"Sure isn't." The wold nodded, he wasn't sure what it was about this woman, or why he trusted her.. but there was something. Besides which, he knew the boss would want to help her. "Come on."
"Thank you... I don't mean to pry, but I thought your kind wasn't allowed to hold jobs?"
"The boss worked around that with a technical loop hole. It's not a job, I'm a 'guard dog'."
".. huh. Do you get paid?"
"Officially? no. Rent is paid, and I am provided a monthly stipend to cover the rest."
"You have it better than most then.. unpaid 'disposable' soldiers, or slaves..."
"Yeah, I got lucky here." He nodded as he held the office door open for her. "So, if you're going to be here a while, want to at least till me your name?"
"Rain, Rain Emerson."
"A pleasure fräulein Emerson." He tossed his coat aside and shook the water from his fur. "I am Adolph."
"Huh, are you German?"
"No, just formerly owned by a German bitch."
"I see." She settled in to one of the sofas for customers.
"I am curious, was your fiance the one I heard about on the news earlier? Lost his life saving one of his team's Wolves."
"Yeah.. that's Anthony." She gave a sad smile. "He refused to see them as 'tools'.. always said there was a point in history when he would have been considered property or second class at best.. one of the last things he said was telling his squad-mate that not that long ago it would have been him considered 'expendable'."
"I'm sorry for your loss, it sounds like he was a good man."
"He was."
"World needs more people like that."
"Problem is.. the real world, heroes die."
"True." He nodded. "They stand for what they believe in though, and make their voice heard.. and they wake the world to the injustices they ignore and inspire others to rise."
"But they'll never see the impact they had."
"No they won't, but that does not mean their impact is meaningless." He let out a sigh. "The price of war is blood, and everyone but the leaders pay. I am sorry your fiance fell, but her fell a hero.. to the people and to my kind, even though I suspect the Wolf he saved would gladly trade places."
"Why?"
"Simple, we have no families to return to. We are created in a lab, trained for one purpose from the day we are born.. military Beasts live in barracks when not deployed. That, and we Wolves are pack animals.. we live for our pack, we would die for our pack."
"Do you have a pack?"
".. not really. I did once though."
"What happened?"
"I.." He hesitated, looking down. "I had to remove myself from the pack, to make life better for the rest."
"I see..." Her voice made it clear she didn't, but that she didn't want to push it. "So.. you're not going to get in trouble for having me in here, are you?"
"Probably not." He chuckled, thankful for the subject change. "Boss wouldn't want you out there on the street alone, he's one of those people who is just genuinely too nice for the real world but somehow makes it work."
"That's rare.. most just get ripped off and end up jaded."
"Indeed." He glanced to the clock, 12:50 "I need to go make my patrol of the lot. I should be back in about fifteen minutes."
"OK. Thank you again."
He nodded to her, pulling his trench coat on before leaving the office in to the slowing rain. As he walked the lot, checking the cars and the fence, his mind wandered, dwelling at the time on Rain. He told himself it didn't matter, that he would never see her again after this night, and that would be for the better for everyone.. but still, he liked her. She had a pleasant scent with hints of jasmine and she was quite pleasing to the eye.. long hair black as his fur and smooth skin of a pale brown on what he considered a nearly perfect body.
He let himself daydream while going about his patrol on autopilot, knowing nothing would ever come of it. When he reached the office again, he realized he didn't remember any of the the patrol, just a little impossible fantasy world. He took his coat off looking over at Rain and smiled, finding her asleep on the couch. Settling at the desk to write his report he glanced at the clock, 01:04. He noted the time '*Patrol quiet. Mysterious woman no longer present across street.'*.
The morning remained equally eventless through his patrols every hour, Rain sleeping soundly on the couch.. he figured the events of the day must have finally caught up to her so he let her sleep until after his last patrol at six. The rain had cleared, and the sun shone through the office windows as he nudged her a couple times to wake her.
"Guten morgen, fräulein sleepyhead." He chuckled as she opened her eyes. "My shift is over, so as the old saying goes.. ' you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here' unless you want to buy a car."
"Mm.. how long have I been asleep?" She stretched, standing up.
"About five hours. It's six AM."
".. sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep so long.. yesterday just kinda caught up with me."
"I figured as much, so I decided to let you sleep."
"Thank you." She smiled. "I should head home, if I can figure out how to get there from here."
"Where's home? Maybe I can help."
"L and 40th."
"That's not hard, easiest is to walk down to L and hop the 22W over to 40th."
"Uhm." She checked her pockets. ".. how far of a walk is it? I don't have bus fare."
"About 4 miles. It's not far from my apartment, or out of the way.. I can walk with you, if you like."
"That would be nice."
The morning air was crisp and cool from the night's rain, making for a pleasant, if uneventful walk home filled with idle chatter about the weather and recent developments of the city.
"Home sweet home..." Rain sighed as they reached her apartment complex. "Thank you for walking with me, Adolph."
"It was nice to have the company for most of my walk." Adolph nodded. "I don't get much."
"Shame. Maybe I will see you again?"
"Maybe?" He shrugged slightly. "Auf wiedersehen Rain."
"Goodni- morning?"
*Wolf Point, MT*
The man woke to the incessant buzzing of his phone, glancing briefly at the clock he grimaced, it was almost noon.
"This is Steele." He answered quietly so as not to disturb the woman sleeping next to him.
"'bout damn time you answered, Alex." The chief replied. "We've got a possible hit on your White Whale, in Lancaster of all places.."
"Adolph?"
"Yep. It's probably nothing. There's no physical evidence and the two individual's involved are not precisely the most reliable.. and their stories don't match, but one of them described him pretty accurately when describing their attacker."
"Worth checking out still, it's the first semblance of a lead we've had in about a year."
"Yeah, I figured you'd want to go talk to them. Say the word and we'll have a flight booked for you."
"I'll take the bike. You know how I feel about flying, Mike."
"It's 1500 miles Alex. That's going to take you three days to ride."
"Two, tops." He chuckled. "you know how I ride. Besides, it's probably nothing.. so I may as well enjoy the ride."
"Fine. Do you want me to prepare a team to mobilize for you?"
"No.. I'll get back to you in a couple days when I have a better feel for the situation in Lancaster."
"All right. Just don't do anything stupid Alex."
"Come on Mike, you know me..."
"That's why I'm worried."
"Hah, whatever you say 'mom'. I'll check in when I get to Lancaster."
"Have a safe ride, I'll send the report to your phone." The chief replied before ending the call.
"Hey Meg.." Alex nudged the woman next to him, tossing his phone aside. "I gotta go, work calls."
"Hm? Will you be back?"
"Probably not."
"Surely then you don't have to leave right away..?" She asked, sliding closer to him, trailing a finger down his chest.
"Mm.. I suppose I can wait a few more minutes." He leaned in to kiss her. This was how he liked his girls. Accepting that he had to move on, and enjoying their mutual pleasure.. not clinging on and begging him not to leave. Of course, a couple minutes later, leaving was the furthest thing from his mind.
Two hours later found him flying south down the highway at somewhere around a hundred, darting in and out of traffic and even screaming past cops unconcerned. His mind wandered back two years ago, a crime scene in upstate New York.
The middle aged woman had been brutally raped and torn apart, the scene made even the most jaded police officers ill, Steele found himself unable to look at the body, the smell of blood alone has almost been too much for him, and it was too much for the rest of his team.
The woman owned a number of civilian grade Beasts, all canid.. they all said the same thing. *'Mistress was kind. Mistress was good. Adolph hurt mistress. Adolph is bad.'* It seemed that the woman had decided to purchase a black market military grade, probably for protection.. that was always a mistake. There was always something wrong with the ones on the black market, and she learned that the hard way.
When they finally caught up with the monster two days later in Pennsylvania it lead his team on a grand chase across the city over a day and a half, leaving only Steele himself intact, before vanishing completely from the radar. The beast, so aptly named Adolph after a murderous tyrant from the 20th century, had killed two of his team, left one paralyzed from the waist down and the fourth in a mental hospital.
Over the last two years, there had been no physical evidence to point to it at any of it's other victims across the country... now, supposedly it left someone alive who actually gave a sound description of it.. it was too good to be true, it couldn't be Adolph, but he had to look in to it. He had to be sure.
Chapter 2
*Lancaster, CA*
Steele cracked his back getting off his bike. Early afternoon, counting stopping to sleep it took him about 24 hours to make Lancaster, rough but worth it. He walked in to the police station to ask after an officer Barret and was directed to his desk.
"Help you sir?" The cop, presumably Barret, asked.
"Yes, I am Alexander Steele with CLAWS, you submitted a description to be checked by our database yesterday?"
"That was fast.. yeah, I did. Didn't take the kid's word too seriously though, guess maybe it was serious?"
"Probably not, that's why I'm here. We get a lot of possible hits that turn out to be nothing, so we have people like me look in to it before we call in the cavalry."
"I see." Barret nodded. "See, there were two kids.. known trouble makers but their fathers are influential so we can never pin anything on them.. they say they were just walking by this car dealership when they got jumped.. means they were probably trying to go joy riding and got caught by the security guards. One of them had his arm broken in three places, swears it was five guys that did it... the other one ranted about a 'big black werewolf'."
"Yeah, probably just a retired Marine or something and the kids wanting to appear tough."
"That's what we figure, but.. policy is whenever it could be a Beast we submit a ticket to you guys to check in to it."
"You have the contact information for the kids? I'd like to talk to them myself. As well, the dealership they were 'walking by'?"
"Was the Honda dealership on 10th. Take Sierra to K8 and head west, ya can't miss it. As for kids.. lemme see your phone, I'll transfer their information for you."
"Thanks." Steele nodded, handing his phone over.
"You're certainly thorough, Alex." The cop laughed, handing the phone back once the data was transferred. "Last guys we had out here from CLAWS just glanced at the report and told us that our witness was full of shit."
"Most of us are former military." Steele laughed. "I was a cop before joining up."
"That explains it!"
"Indeed it does. Thank you for your help Barret, I'll let you know if you need to be concerned about a crazed killing machine on the loose."
"Yeah, crazed killing machines.. not my jurisdiction."
"Heh, what is?"
".. naked chick dancing in the middle of the highway."
"Those were always fun calls."
"Until you realize she's ugly."
"Then you just get to laugh."
"True. Good luck on the investigation."
"Thanks." He headed out of the station, checking his phone. These kids looked like trouble makers, probably full of shit.
"Just doesn't add up.. can't be him. These kids don't meet his normal victims, and even then.. no way he'd let them live." He mused to himself mounting his bike. ".. check and see if the dealership has a night guard or two."
It was just a short ride to the dealership, where he headed in, having to deflect three salesmen before he even got in to the building where he asked after a managed and was directed to an office.
"Welcome to Lancaster Honda!" The manager, Patricia according to the door, greeted him. "You look like you would be interested in one of our brand new '85 Tyrants."
"Not here for a car, thanks." Steele replied, sizing the woman up. Slightly younger than he and very attractive, and a wedding ring. "My name is Agent Steele with the FBI, There was an odd report from this area the night before last, I was just wondering if you have a night guard?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
"Nothing here ma'am. I was just hoping I could talk to him and see if he saw anything?"
".. oh sure. Let me get you his phone number."
"Thank you."
"His name is Erik" She handed him a business card with a hand written number. "And there's my number too.. if you need me for anything further. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Steele?"
"No, thank you ma'am." Steele nodded, heading out of the office. There would be something, aside from his rule of no married women.
A quick call to the security guard confirmed that the some kids had been prowling the yard, and he might have broken one of their arms in the scuffle. Steele saw no reason to pursue it further, he might drop by and talk to the guard in person that night, if no better opportunities arose at the local watering hole.
"What are you doing here so late, Trish?" Adolph asked as he walked in to the office, hanging his trench coat on the rack. "Someone call out?"
"No.. was something odd today I wanted to mention to you."
"Oh?"
"Guy claiming to be from the FBI came around asking about our security guard, claimed it wasn't about anything here to me, then when he called Erik he was asking about a couple kids the night before last, one with a broken arm?"
".. yeah, I broke one of their arms, I think."
"Good. Stupid punks need to learn. My concern though is he seemed interested in our security guard."
"What was his name?"
"Said it was 'Agent Steele'."
"scheiße!" He growled. ".. He's not FBI, he's CLAWS."
"CLAWS?"
"Civilian Liaisons for the Apprehension of Weaponized Species, their whole existence is hunting Beasts like me down."
"... shit."
"If he comes poking around much more, I may have to vanish... call Erik, tell him he's officially calling in sick the next few days, just in case. I'll try to let you know if I have to ghost."
"Yeah. I hope it doesn't come to that though."
"Erik probably turned him aside though.. no one it going to believe a punk kid that his arm was broken by an eight foot tall black wolf.."
"Hopefully." She chuckled. "Anyways, have a good shift, I should get home."
"Have a good night Trish. Thanks for the heads up about Steele."
"No problem. 'night."
With that Adolph found himself alone with his thoughts as Trish headed out to her car. If Steele was in Lancaster it could get very bad very quickly. The man had a vendetta and would not stop until one of them was dead. In the morning after his shift, he would make the final preparations in case he had to leave in a hurry, for now though worrying about it wouldn't solve anything.
He tuned in to the news networks to give himself a distraction, and began flipping through until something caught his interest. Talk about the second deep-space launch being prepared for December, many were calling it a waste of the country's funds.. a campaign add accusing the Democratic candidate of relations with Beasts.. An unaffiliated candidate giving a speech, that caught his interest for the moment.
"My opponents want to paint this picture of a perfect world after they're elected." The voice on the radio said, "They want you to believe in that their own little red or blue painted world that there's nothing wrong. They're treating you like a parent treats a child, and you can see it in how they talk to you, like you're too stupid to understand the realities of the world and too young to handle strong language. "Fuck. That. I am going to talk to you like adults. I'm going to tell you that there are problems. I'm going to tell you that the world won't suddenly be perfect on November 7th. I may even swear occasionally. Why do I swear? Because I am emotionally invested in what I do, and I want you to see that! "Change doesn't happen overnight, and I will be going up against the well established Political Machine trying to impede my progress every step of the way. I will do whatever it takes, even if it means personally tracking down and exposing every one of the corrupt fuckers and throwing them out the damn window until jobs get done."
Adolph chuckled as he switched channels, he might pay more heed if he could vote. He had to at least give the candidate credit though, he had the nerve to swear in his speeches.
"If you're going anywhere on foot tonight, be on your guard." The local news reporter came over the new station. "The 'Masked Mugger' is getting bolder, police are still seeking any information that leads to the capture of this individual, a private party has offered a reward of up to one *million* dollars for said information. Experts are speculating that this could be the work of multiple culprits, either working together or 'copy cats'. They seem to be focused in the area of Leslie Mareno Memorial Park.
"If you encounter this individual, please do not try to fight him-"
He began switching stations again, finally finding news from the front lines. San Diego was free again, the military was pushing the Cartel back down in to Mexico. Tucson was still a hot zone, but slowly the US was regaining it's hold. In Texas the Cartel held south of San Antonio but they couldn't push north, there was discussion of trying to push them further south.
The Navy and Coast Guard held the Gulf of Mexico and the bordering regions of the Pacific. Occasional strategic assaults were carried out in Mexico by the Air Force, in no small part serving to remind the Cartel that they lacked any real air power.
The government and various military heads were discussing how far too push the Cartel. Some wanted to sweep in and take Mexico from the Cartel and annex it. Adolph rather agreed with this idea, and grew tired of the same arguments being thrown back and forth, so finally turned the radio off and brought up his book, Sun Tsu's Art of War.
The night was uneventful, quiet patrols. Not even the usual hooligans were about, it made him rather uneasy when paired with Steele being in town. Finally on his Midnight patrol he heard something as he neared the office and crept up on the source.
He sniffed the air, Chinese food, a hint of jasmine.. and something familiar he couldn't quite place. The intruder wasn't even trying to mask their presence.. unless it was an attempt to seem hidden in plain sight as a delivery person.
"You are tress-" He growled, moving in to their path, because realizing who it was. ".. Rain? What are you doing here?"
"Eep.. er.. Hi Adolph." Rain stammered, almost dropping the bag she was carrying. "I.. couldn't sleep, and I wanted to thank you for being so nice the other night.. and thought you might like some lunch/dinner.. I don't even know what meal it would be?"
"Uhm.. it was nothing..?" He looked down at her, slightly confused and torn on what to do. He knew he should tell her to leave, he couldn't get her involved if things went south.. but she was nice, and besides, the sweet and sour pork smelled almost as good as she did. "Lunch would be nice."
"It was a lot more than nothing Adolph. I.. I really needed it. I needed a friend, because I don't really have any."
*So you pick the absolute worst friend you could get here, good going!* Adolph thought, listening to her as they walked in to the office.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't dump so much on you." She settled in to a couch, pulling carry out containers from the bag and setting them on the table. "It's just that I don't have anyone to talk to, since losing Anthony."
"No family?" He asked, settling next to her.
"Not anymore.. they were in El Paso."
"I'm sorry..." El Paso had been the Cartel's first strike, every report he heard had been bad.. the last year had not been kind to this woman.
"Top it all off, I got fired yesterday, for missing a day and then 'not being mentally present to work' yesterday.. Boss had the nerve to reprimand me for 'making excuses', too."
"What did you do?"
"Answered phones for a conglomerate of eshops." She shrugged. "Was a decent enough job, a lot of 'work friends', but wouldn't call any of them real friends, and it seems they agreed, I didn't even get a call or text from any of them asking how I was doing."
"I see."
"And you were just so nice to me... I kinda wanted to get to know you better, 'cause you seemed pretty lonely too."
"I am." He nodded. "Out of necessity though for me."
"Why?"
"I have to be ready to vanish at a moment's notice, Rain." He sighed. "I'm not sure if you recognize the differences, most don't, but I am not Civilian quality. I am military grade, was sold on the black market.. we're hunted and 'put down' when they find out about us. I slipped out of their radar about two years ago, but they may have picked me up again."
".. They want to kill you because you were sold on the black market?"
"Yep. There's no telling what kind of contamination entered my brain while in the hands of a civilian owner, or worse left to my own devices."
"God forbid you think for yourself and make decisions."
"Yep. If I were supposed too have a free will, the government would have issued me one."
"Hah, Anthony always said the same thing." She sighed, leaning against his shoulder. ".. you're warm, and .. a lot softer than I expected."
"I get that a lot." he chuckled.
"Did you ever see combat, before you were sold?"
"Nope, just training. It's easier to sell one of us before we've gone in to active duty. Report us deceased for any number of reasons and ship us out.. Shame too, to be honest. I excelled in training, I would have been quite the asset for the military."
"Do you want to go to war?"
"Fighting is what I was made for, what I was raised for. I was built to be the perfect soldier... what else would I want?"
"Freedom? The right to choose your own way in the world? Love? A family?"
"Nice things, all of them. All the more reason for me to be on the front line, defending those for others. Do I want to go die for the country that considers me an expendable piece of equipment? No. Do I want to put the fact that I was built to be a better, faster, stronger soldier with no familial ties to good use to protect the freedoms that this country offers it's citizens? Yes. Am I willing to die in the process? Yes."
"You could head south to San Diego..."
".. and be shot." He growled in disgust. "The military doesn't care, as soon as I pop up on their radar, I will be terminated."
"That's just.. wrong. You're a living being, you have no control over your past, but you have control of your future."
"According to the military, we're not really living being because we 'don't have souls'. Well, there's something more scientific about it, but that's the general intention."
"I find it hard to believe you don't have a soul."
"It's just the line they use to get around having to treat us like humans.. or hell, even like animals."
"People are fighting it though. Especially the older generations, those old enough to remember their grandparents or great grandparents talking about the days when a black man was considered second class.. or just those who have actually read their history books."
"It will take time. It took nearly two hundred years for black people to go from being slaves and property to actual full fledged citizens with all the same rights as whites."
".. well, I don't expect a Beast president any time soon..."
"Give it 220 years and maybe."
"...You read a lot don't you?"
"What else is there to do all night at a car dealership? Besides, racial segregation and slavery fascinates me."
"I can see that."
"It doesn't help that I was named after a xenophobic tyrant, responsible for the largest 'ethnic cleansing' of the 20th century."
".. Were you really named after him, or is it just coincidence."
"Supposedly, I was named Adolph because it means 'Noble Wolf'.. but I don't buy that for a minute."
"Huh.."
The night continued on much the same, idle conversation and consumption of cheap Chinese takeout, interrupted only by Adolph's patrols, until around four AM when Rain drifted to sleep on his shoulder causing him to miss his last two patrols.
*Good going Adolph.* He thought to himself as he watched Rain sleep. *You let yourself get attached. Right when it seems Steele's caught up to you, too. They'll just use her to get to you... You're fucked.*
"It's after six, time to wake up..." He nudged Rain to wake her up. "You should probably be sleeping in your bed, not on a random couch."
"Mm.. sorry.. just can't sleep at home." She stretched and tilted her neck until it popped. ".. just.. too much of Anthony. I could deal with it while he was deployed, it all reminded me of him until he came home.. but now.. .."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up.." He wrapped his arms around her as she started crying. *Fucked.*
"It's fine.." She buried her head in his chest. "You're right.. I shouldn't be sleeping here.."
"It's OK Rain." He saw the train wreck coming before he even said it, but he couldn't stop himself. "You're welcome here whenever you need it, even if just to sleep on the couch during my shift."
"You're too good to me." She looked up at him with a smile, despite her tear-streaked face. ".. another favor maybe? Walk me home again?"
"Sure.." He smiled, trying to annoy the nagging voice in his head. *Fucked.*
"Thank you."
The walk back to Rain's apartment was once again uneventful, mostly filled with idle chatter about the upcoming Olympics. Adolph found himself guessing that Steele had decided not to further pursue it after talking to Erik, still he couldn't be too sure.
"Thank you for walking me home again Adolph." Rain said with a smile as they reached her apartment building, standing on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the side of his muzzle.. and tuck something in to his shirt pocket. "Goodnight."
"Rest well, Rain." He smiled, watching her go in before checking his pocket, a folded piece of paper with her phone number on it. "So fucked..."
Steele opened one eye to glance at the clock, almost 8. He pondered going back to sleep, but he needed to write his report about the situation in Lancaster and get on the road back to Wolf Point. He sat up, looking at the naked woman laying next to him in bed, he never even got her name, but she found his 'I'm a secret agent' pickup line amusing. It was great, worked almost every time, and they almost never actually believed him.
Slipping out of bed he found his clothes and pulled his pants on before slipping out the door, barely making a sound the entire time. He finished dressing in the hall outside her apartment, and headed down stairs. There had been a little coffee shop on the corner, built in to the apartment complex, so he headed there to get breakfast.
"Hey, uh.. Paul," Steele checked the clerk's nametag while waiting for his order to come up. "Know a good way to catch the Fifteen, bypassing Barstow by chance?"
"Oh yeah, it's a bit of a detour, but it's sick man." The kid behind the counter chuckled. "So, you head up like you're gonna head to Barstow, fourteen north to Mojave and grab the fifty eight. Just past Boron there's a little road, looks like it just heads out to an old agriculture sight.. actually intersects the road up to that old fort just north of Bastow, take that north and there's a cut off that will take you down to the fifteen. Cops never bother with it, so you can just fuckin' fly out there man."
"I don't have to worry about cops, but speed is king." Steele laughed.
"Then that's your road, man." The kid handed him his order. "Enjoy."
"Thanks."
An hour later found Steele flying down an old access road, cranking up to around 150, dodging minor debris in the road with aid of the enhanced optics in his helmet. He chuckled, not long ago people were saying there was no future in Hydrogen bikes. Checking his pressure, he decided he could make it to Salt Lake before needing another tank.
Chapter 3
Rain sat in the middle of a pile of half packed boxes, wearing one of Anthony's old shirts, trying to decide what she could keep and what she had to ship off to his family.. his family who couldn't be bothered to drive down to Lancaster, and seemed to blame her for his death.. not that they ever liked her in the first place.
Between searching for a new job, dealing with Anthony's family and trying to sort and pack all of his things, Rain found herself barely hanging on to the edge of sanity, more than once she considered ending it all. Only two things kept her going: The fact that Anthony wouldn't want her to give up, and the only friend she had.
She spent more nights at the Honda dealership than she did in the apartment. It was at least friendly there, and not full of things she had to pack up.. not full of memories.. not full of hopes and dreams.
She came across the picture of her and Anthony the day he deployed.. the day he proposed.. they were going to get married when he got back from his tour. Once he had a good job and they had some savings, they'd have a kid or two.. live the American Dream that so many had fought and died for.. the dream *he* fought and died for.
Choking back tears she dropped the photo in the box she was keeping. There wasn't much, his parents wanted 'everything', what little she was keeping were either inconsequential items, or things they wouldn't know about.. and the ring. They only way they'd get her ring is if they pried it from her cold dead hand.
She continued sorting through Anthony's things, minor items that would seem meaningless reminding her of little things he did, or something they had done together and silly little romantic gestures.
A knock at the door brought her back to the miserable present day. Rising, she wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked over to check the peephole, it was the building manager.
"What can I do for you, Stew?" She asked with the best smile she could muster as she opened the door.
".. Wish I could say nothing, Rain." He said, handing her an envelope. "Lease holder wants you gone. Told me to throw you out, but I told them I have to give you 24 hours notice. This time tomorrow, the locks are being changed and.. well.. yeah."
".. they.. fuckin.." Rain stammered, sinking to the floor. She knew this was coming, but didn't expect it so soon, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. ".. just like that huh.. I'll gt my stuff packed.. try and figure out where I'm going to go."
"Sorry Rain.. if you find someplace to go, I can give you and your stuff a lift over there in the truck.."
"Thanks Stew.. nice to see someone cares about me."
"You've always been a good tenant." Stew smiled. "Greg and I like you, you never cause problems, no pets.. no kids.. you made our job easy. So uhm.. don't let it get out, but there's a little something from us in that envelope too.. might get you a ticket someplace too start over?"
".. Thank you."
"It's nothing.." He glanced around briefly and adjusted his tone to be more stern. "Just make sure you're out by tomorrow morning."
"Very convincing..."
"Oh, I know." He chuckled as he turned to walk away.
"Well... shit." Rain sighed, standing up and closing the door. On the positive side, she had very little that was hers. She checked the envelope, it was an official eviction notice and some cash, between that and her bank account she had enough to get about a week in a cheap hotel, if it came to that.
She moved through the apartment, packing her things while making phone calls and checking in to things online.. by early evening nothing had seemed promising. It occurred to her she had one other option though...
Adolph was finally able to relax, it had been three days since Steele showed up at the dealership, and no further sign of him since. His nights at work were quiet, except for Rain coming by to keep him company.. He kept telling himself not to get attached, that he couldn't have friends, and definitely not more, but this woman seemed to make logic fly out the window.
It was his night off, so he sat in his apartment drinking tea and cycling through the news before finally settling on a program about the proposed 'jump pad' orbiting between Earth and Luna. They were talking about sending Beasts up to build it as opposed to risking the lives of human astronauts. To an extent he agreed, but he knew that they wouldn't be equipped or trained nearly as well.
The plan was brilliant though, they would build it as a launching pad to the moon, and from there they would be able to spread across the solar system. They even had a scientist talking about his 'gravity field generator'.. most of what he was saying went over Adolph's head though.
Disinterested, he changed the channel again came to an interview with one of the political candidates, this was Nathan Brody, the independent trying to build hist campaign off of open honesty.
"One of this year's top issues, Mr. Brody," The interviewer began "is the Beasts. What are your thoughts on these 'inhuman abominations' as some call them serving in our military or even walking our streets?"
"Well Victor, that's a tough question to answer." Brody replied. "I don't think Beasts are an abomination at all. They may not be humans, but they are living breathing creatures capable of complex thought and emotion... yet so are our soldiers, and our soldiers have families to come home to, where Beasts do not. As much as I dislike the idea of sending a creature capable of rational thought to fight a war without choice, I have to say I would rather their blood than the blood of men on my hands. I would like to see how they are treated in the military improved though."
"What about the civilian version?"
"Do I want to see citizens to be able to own and do with whatever they please to a living being capable of rational thought and emotion? Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we put an end to that back in 1865?"
"We put an end to slavery th-"
"Exactly!"
"This is different."
"How?"
"They're not human."
"Didn't people use the same fucking argument for slavery back then?"
"I..." The interviewer stammered, much to Adolph's amusement, before quickly changing the subject. "What about the space program, how do you feel about the current government wasting billions upon billions of taxpayer dollars to explore space?"
"Wasting?" Brody laughed. "The world's population is above thirteen *billion* people. Earth has about a hundred and fifty million square kilometers of land, so do the math. That is more than eighty six fucking people per square kilometer of land, which includes the areas of the world that are uninhabitable. Current projections are saying in the next fifteen years, we'll see minimum sixteen to twenty billion people.. How long will be be until we have more people -"
Adolph's phone interrupted the politician's answer, he glanced at the ID before answering. "Hello Rain"
"Hi Adolph..." Rain sounded as she had been crying again, not a surprise with how her would-be-inlaws had been treating her. "Uhm.. can I ask a favor?"
"Anything."
"I just got evicted from my apartment.. I have to be out by tomorrow."
".. Scheiße! That was fast."
"I know." She sighed. "I hate to ask, but.. I have nowhere else to go... do you have a couch I can sleep on for a few days until I figure out what I'm doing?"
"It's not much, but it beats the gutter and you're welcome to it."
"Thank you."
"How much do you have that you need to move?"
".. not much, why?"
"If you like I can come help you move it tonight. I'm just down the street from you at 50th."
".. You don't have to do that."
"I'm just watching Brody cuss out some interviewer.."
"That's always entertaining.. If you want to head over here, I'm just about done packing. I'm in apartment 406."
"I'll see you in a few minutes then."
"See you then.."
"Last question, Mr. Brody," The sound came back on his TV when he hung up the phone. "What about your campaign slogan of 'Fuck That'?"
"It's not my slogan." Brody laughed. "It's more my supporter's slogan, but I think it fits. I'm considering adopting it, because it really does pretty well express what I stand for, and it's a lot easier to say than 'Fuck the political gameshow'."
Adolph laughed, turning his TV off, if he could vote, Brody would have his. For now though, he would focus on things he could do, like help Rain move.. in to his apartment.
*Seriously, what are you getting yourself in to?* He thought as he headed down stairs. *Steele already got too close, you can't be bringing anyone in so close. I can't turn her away though, even though I should.*
His thoughts continued to torment him for the short walk to Rain's apartment building, where he found himself stopped by the doorman.
"Hold it right there, pup." The doorman ordered as Adolph approached. "Your kind ain't allowed in her | Midnight Rain by Zolgar | [
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e without a proper human escort, and preferably on a leash."
"I am here at the request of Ms. Emerson in 406." Adolph replied calmly, he hated taking the belittling treatment like that, but he didn't want to cause too much of a scene. "She requested manual labor to assist in moving."
".. Pup fancies himself a mover? Bullshit. Fuck off before I call animal control."
"I have a better idea.." He growled and stood up straight, towering well over a foot over the doorman. "You do your job and call Ms. Emerson and confirm she is expecting a guest."
"I.." For a moment the doorman looked like he was going to make a snide response, but thought better of it, hitting the call button for 406. ".. Ms. Emerson, are you expecting a rather.. imposing guest?"
"Yes, I am Jarvis." Rain's voice came back. "Send him up."
".. You're the boss.." The doorman buzzed the door open. "... go on up, just don't cause any trouble."
"Thank you." Adolph relaxed, heading up to Rain's apartment, ignoring the occasional glares he got from tenants he passed.
"Your 'rather imposing' guest is here." Adolph laughed as he reached Rain's apartment, finding the door open.
"Come in, make yourself comfortable." Rain called back from the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable. Sorry about the doorman."
"It's fine." to Adolph, Rain's apartment looked like a tornado had hit it. Things were strewn about, half filled boxes sat everywhere. Cushions from the furniture were strewn about, dishes piled haphazardly in the kitchen. ".. Localized tornado, or trying to find things?"
"Little of both." Rain chuckled. "Anthony's parents own most of the stuff, and a lot of what they don't I'm not going to bother trying to move, because it can be replaced.. soo.. I'm making it hell for them when they come to get their stuff from the apartment."
"Not bad. I could throw the TV out the window, if you want."
".. tempting, but I'm not quite that vindictive."
"No defenestration?"
"No. If for no other reason than it might hurt someone."
"True. We are on the fourth floor after all."
"I'm just about done packing, just getting anything I want out of the fridge now. It's three suitcases, 1 backpack, and possibly an ice chest. If you want, I can get us a lift down to your apartment."
"As long as your bags are under two hundred a piece, I can carry it easy."
"You sure?"
"Part of my training was trekking upwards of fifty miles, or running five to ten miles, with minimum two hundred pounds of gear on my back."
"So not only are you soldiers, but pack llamas."
"Pretty much."
"Well, I think that's everything I can't live without." Rain said a few minutes later, coming out of the kitchen with an ice chest. ".. feels weird leaving the apartment.. was going to be our home for a while."
"Life tends to change our plans in the blink of an eye." He replied, picking up her bags. "All we can do is keep moving and adapt."
"Yeah, that's what happened to you, isn't it?"
"More than once, yes."
"I've been wondering something.." She locked the door behind them, looking briefly at her keyring before taking the keychain off and sticking it in her pocket. ".. you mentioned being bought off the black market and owned by a German woman, what happened to her?"
"She died." He decided to leave the exact details out for now.. that story was one he would rather forget.
"Oh.. I'm sorry."
"It's in the past."
"Right, let's look to the future. It's nicer than the past right now. In the future, like an hour in to the future, I'm making you steak for dinner. How do you like your steak?"
"Mooing."
"No really." She dropped her keys in to the box for rent checks as they left the building.
"Seriously. Meat is the absolute best raw and still warm from a fresh kill."
".. that's disgusting."
"More disgusting than several days old from a machine-killed cow, and wrapped in plastic to be shipped half way across the country in unknown conditions? If you're lucky enough to get genuine beef, not GeneMeat or other artificial products."
"Touche. It is always the real deal though, that's a concession I never made."
"GeneMeat isn't bad, the other stuff though is just disgusting."
"So I've heard." Rain nodded. "So anyways, the rarer the better.. got it. What about vegis?"
"Green stuff isn't food, green stuff is food's food." He laughed. "Like our quadrupedal cousins, we're not really all that omnivorous.."
".. So meat, meat, meat and more meat?"
"And tea."
".. Tea? Seriously? Diet like that it should be beer."
"Tea has a pleasant smell and a mild taste and offers an assortment of health benefits, and caffeine. Beer stinks, and it takes something a hell of a lot stronger to get me drunk."
".. Meat and tea. I've heard of worse diets. Not much though."
"It's a perfectly good diet for a wolf."
"Sure it is."
On reaching Adolph's apartment, the first thing Rain noticed is that it was clean, the only thing one could call 'dirty' about it was the couch was covered in black fur. The second thing she noticed was the odd layout, immediately inside the door was a low bookshelf, placed such that she almost tripped over it walking in, a short ways in there was a large light, presently off, that was pointed directly at the door. Beyond that, the only thing in the living room was the couch against the wall it shared with the bedroom, and the TV blocking the window.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Adolph set her bags down. "Mind the shelf.. it likes to trip people."
"Yeah, I noticed." She walked in to the kitchen, glancing around it to get her bearings. A knife block sat on the counter right by the entry way, though what caught her eye were the five bottles of vodka sitting on top of the fridge. ".. so, you like vodka I take it?"
"Not at all. It just has several uses. Cleans wounds, sterilizes instruments, burns well.."
"Gets you drunk."
"That's not a good thing."
"You're no fun." She laughed as she stashed items from the ice chest in to the fridge. "You lead a pretty simple life here, don't you?"
"I do. It's best if I have to move on suddenly."
"Everything has a purpose and a reason with you, doesn't it?"
"Mostly, yes."
"You haven't ever done something because it's what you wanted, not because it made sense to do?"
"I have, just not frequently."
"Like what?"
".. inviting a woman I barely know to stay at my apartment for an indeterminate amount of time?"
"Come on, there's got to be more than that!"
"Not really." Adolph shook his head. "At least none that I really wish to think about right now."
"You really haven't 'lived' much, have you?"
"Frivolity is not a luxury I can afford Rain... even if it were, I have barely been around long enough to have been considered to have 'lived'. Nine years were spent being raised and trained. Almost a year owned by the mistress, and a little over two years trying my damnedest to stay off the military's radar. Doesn't leave much chance for anything.."
".. you're ... twelve?"
"Give or take. I don't really know exactly when I was born.. I don't even really have a proper estimation as to time spent at the in training. I just now that when I was sold, the words 'nine years' were said a lot in regards to me."
"Wow, I thought you were like.. thirty or something."
"Well, we do develop far faster than humans. We reach the peak of our physical development at about ten years. Mentally, we're never allowed to be 'children', so we mature very quickly."
"Makes sense, I guess. Faster maturity means less turnaround time on soldiers."
"Exactly. If they have to, they can send us in to combat at around six."
"It just sounds wrong to think about sending children to war."
"I am no more a child than you, Rain."
".. I guess not. It's just weird."
"It is weird." He nodded. "We're another species, humans are not used to having another sentient species on this world, and initially apply the 'rules' which humans follow to us."
"Except where it's inconvenient. You know, things like .. not being property and having free will and the ability to make decisions for yourself."
"True."
"And there's little we can do, aside from hope that the powers that be wake up and realize that this shit was deemed unacceptable two hundred years ago."
"The difference is, they created us. They consider us little more than machines."
".. you're no more machine than I."
"That is a very arguable point Rain. Biologically speaking it is true, but one must ask the question if the human body is anything beyond a biological machine? Many say that what separates humans from machines is a soul, and it is widely accepted that we do not have souls."
"But there is no science that proves or disproves the existence of a soul!"
"Exactly." He gave a bitter laugh. "Their scientists say 'we didn't give them a soul, so they don't have one.' anyone tries to argue that, they get told to prove it."
"Well, soul or no.. I think you're more than a machine."
"I try."
"So... what do you do for fun, anyways?"
"Read or catch up on the news."
"What do you read?"
"Mostly history, right now I'm reading the Art of War."
"We need to expand your horizons."
"Oh?"
"Fiction! There's thousands, millions even, of books that tell entertaining stories."
"What purpose does fiction serve? It doesn't teach us anything about the past, nor does it prepare us for the future."
"It's entertaining. It doesn't have to serve a purpose."
"Frivolity."
"Is not a bad thing! Lemme see your Reader, I'll get you a classic from the library."
".. I suppose I can read it at work." Adolph handed her his Reader.
"Exactly," She brought up the library and began going through books before finding the one she wanted and 'borrowing' it to his Reader before handing it back to him. "worse case is you don't enjoy it and don't finish reading it, but this one is good. It's really popular with those who supporter your kind having rights."
".. 'Cardan's Pod' ..?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"It's old.. really old, like.. 70 years or something, but the author is kinda prophetic. It deals with genetically engineered human/animal hybrids and their lives and rights."
"Huh."
"Just give it a try, you'll be hooked."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Well, as long as you keep an open mind." She smiled, rising to head in to the kitchen. "Meanwhile, I think it's about time to make dinner?"
"I could certainly eat."
An hour later found Adolph on the couch enjoying a cup of earl gray tea, while flipping through news channels, with Rain leaning against him, drinking something that smelled heavily of alcohol 'Coke and rum' she had said, he suspected though that it was more rum than Coke, and she was on her second at least.
Polls were showing a steady increase in popularity for Brody, it was looking like for the first time since Mareno in 2016 they could get a non-party president. The Cartel surged in Tucson again, pushing the US back, though getting an unpleasant surprise as they pursued in the mountains to the north, as locals who knew the terrain supported the army. Other stories flashed by, but nothing that caught his interest.
"Anything interest you?" He asked, offering Rain the remote.
"Mm.. lesse." She took the remote and started flipping through channels until she came upon a sci-fi action movie 'Termi-Cop 3: Vengeance'. "Oooh, love this movie! 's so bad!"
".. why do you love it if it's bad?"
"'cause 's fun! See.. Th' Termi-Cop was a cop b'fore he got set up an shot to hell and like almost killed. They built this .. suit.. thing that keeps him alive an makes im like.. super killing machine. In th' first movie he goes after th' people that killed him. Th' second he stops this drug gang from takin' over LA! An' in th' third here.. he finds out that th' people that made him set him up t' be killed so they could robofy him!"
".. I see.." Adolph shook his head and chuckled. "and I think you've had a little much rum for the night."
".. maaybeee... I need t' pee." She giggled. Standing up a little unsteadily and making her way off to the bathroom.
He laughed, picking up her drink and taking a sniff. Definitely heavy on the rum, he felt like he might get alcohol poisoning just from the scent. He suspected Rain would regret such a consumption of alcohol later, but he also understood that people often drank to forget their troubles for a time.. and troubles were something she had plenty of.
"Oooh! This scene is awesome!" She said as she can back from the bathroom and decided to settle in to his lap, snuggling in to his chest. She started to giggle watching the 'termi-cop' rip a thug's leg off and use it to bludgeon another thug.
".. Uhm.." He stated to protest, but decided against it. ".. human legs do not tear off that easily, and the victim would die in a matter of seconds between shock and blood loss. Not to mention, that seems rather brutal punishment for graffiti..."
"Don' think so much hon." She shifted to kiss him on the side of the muzzle. ".. could give you somethin' to take your mind off th' movie though.."
"I.. uh.." At first he didn't grasp what she was saying, until he caught another scent buried beneath alcohol, arousal. He would know that scent anywhere, and it appealed to him on a primal level. "I really don't think that's.. necessary."
"Maybe not.." Her hand moved to his crotch, idly tracing a fingertip over the outline of his sheath. "but it'd be fun."
"Rain.." Between her scent and the light touch of her fingers he started to swell within his sheath. A growl found it's way in to his voice betraying his lust "You.. we.. really shouldn't do this.."
"I aim to misbehave.." She grinned, kissing him squarely on the tip of the muzzle, the kind of kiss he'd only seen before in movies. Her hand found the fastening for his pants and pulled them open, finding his growing canine shaft and stroking it as it grew.
The kiss perplexed him for a moment, more in how to reciprocate, as the canine muzzle was simply not design for such things, the lack of proper lips making it difficult, so he improvised. He let out a soft groan as her soft hand slid slowly up and down the length of his shaft. He wanted to push her away, but not as much as he wanted to rip her clothes off and ravage her body. He couldn't make himself do the former, and wouldn't let himself do the latter.
As if reading his mind, rain moved her hand to her own pants, unfastening them and shifting to start tugging them down.
He let out a growl, her scent becoming irresistible, lifting her up as he stood, letting his own pants fall around his ankles as he did so, he tugged hers off and dropped them to the floor, eliciting an amused yelp from her, followed by her wrapping her legs about his waist so he could feel the moist crotch of her panties against his shaft, rubbing with each step as he carried her in to the bedroom.
Nosing in to her neck he gave her a soft nip as he lay her on the bed. His hand slid under her shirt to pull it up and off before sliding down her body to her panties, tugging them off and giving the exposed flesh a lick, making her squirm beneath him as he took in her scent and taste, his hot breath washing over her.
"Mm, careful.. might get th' wrong idea about you..." Rain looked down at him with a crooked smile as she undid her bra before reaching a hand down to stroke his ears.
He gave her another lick, letting his tongue push between her lips as it slid slowly over her flesh eliciting a soft moan before he moved back up her body, pushing her against the bed with a soft growl. Her arms wrapped about his torso as her legs hooked over his, pulling him towards her. He needed no further encouragement, lifting her up slightly as he thrust against her, trying to find her warm slit.
"Hn.. thought I was s'posed to be th' drunk one." Rains hand slid beneath him to find his shaft, stroking it and positioning it so the pointed head slid in to her. Her head tilted back with a gasp as he thrust forward, his canine member already a tight fit for her and still swelling. "Nn .. easy.. yer huge."
".. Sorry." He growled, pausing for a moment to allow her the moment to get used to his size. It had been more than two years since he'd been.. he'd forgotten how incredible it felt. He pushed old memories aside, reminding himself that this woman is different and that he didn't want to hurt her. He nipped her neck, rocking back and forth in short slow movements building speed and length with each stroke.
Her fingers dug in to his back, nails dragging across scar tissue beneath his fur. Her hips rocking to match his thrusts, each pass of his swelling knot between her lips eliciting sound of pleasure.
Panting, Adolph looked down at his mate (for the night at least), taking almost as much pleasure from her look of ecstasy as he did from from her tight passage. Sweat made her skin shine, and filled the air with her scent which only served to increase his drive. With each thrust his knot found more resistance, until he had drive it in to her a final time causing her to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
His thrusting was replaced with a short quick rocking motion, the knot putting pressure in just the right places to make Rain writhe beneath him, moaning his name. He let out a growl, lifting her off the bed to get a better angle to drive against her body, watching he breasts shake with every thrust.
The hand supporting Rain dug in to her shoulder, while the other dug in to the bed, his toes curling as he felt the pressure build inside him and quickly reach the boiling point. A final thrust drove her against the bed as his cock spasmed inside of her, filling her with his seed. Panting in to his climax, his head fell against he shoulder.
"Mm.. that was.. intense." Rain kissed him a couple times, breathing heavily beneath him, still tied to him for a while. ".. th' knot 's somethin' else.. stuck here a while though..?"
"Mmm.." He nodded and nuzzled her neck, giving her a soft nip, before wrapping his arms about her and rolling over so she was on top. He knew she would be stuck there for a while longer.
She shifted slightly, letting out a soft moan as she did, getting in the most comfortable position. Placing a few idle kisses on his chest while running a hand through his fur, though it didn't take long for the alcohol to catch up with her, and her to fall asleep on top of him, still impaled on his manhood.
He ran a hand through her hair as she slept, he knew this was a mistake. He would probably pay for it in the morning, and certainly later on. For the moment though, he was happy and he wasn't going to let the past or future ruin that.
Chapter 4
Light filtering through the curtains brought Adolph awake to find Rain still asleep on top of him, though no longer tied. He stroked her hair idly, part of him wanted to get up and accomplish things, but mostly he was content to be right there for as long as Rain slept.
"Mmr.." Rain grumbled a few minutes later, stirring. Her head lifted up briefly, looking at him before she closed her eyes, sliding over on to the bed to sit up.
"Rain.. I-"
"Mm.. Shower.. coffee.." Rain interrupted him, standing up and rubbing her eyes. ".. then we'll talk."
".. alright." He watched her head off to the bathroom. She at least didn't seem mad, so he decided not to push it, and instead got up and went in search of his pants, which he seemed to recall being somewhere in the area of the couch.
In the living room, he pulled his pants back on and switched the TV off. He decided he would go down to the coffee shop on the corner to get Rain her much needed caffeine, pulling a shirt on as he left his apartment and letting his mind wander as he headed down stairs.
"Hey!" The clerk at the coffee shop yelled at him as he walked in. "Can't you read? No animals allowed!"
"Fuck you, Paul." Adolph laughed, walking up the the counter and ignoring the glares he got from the patrons who weren't used to him.
"Hey wolf-man, you're in at an odd time.." Paul chuckled "Usual, or need something with more kick?"
"Usual, a coffee and.. something that goes good with coffee?"
"What kind of coffee, man? .. wait I thought you didn't like it?"
"I don't, and I don't know. It's for a friend."
"Ah-hah. About time you got yourself a lady friend!" Paul laughed as he started making Adolph's tea. "I'll fix you up something nice for her."
".. I never said it was a woman."
"Well, wolf-man, I never pegged you for gay and you have 'fuck yeah, I got laid' written all over that fuzzy face of yours. Plus, you kinda smell like sex."
"Huh..?" He took a moment and focused on the various scents, realizing that that one had just become 'normal' so was being filtered out as he processed them. "You're an observant little shit."
"Gotta be to be a bartender."
"Yeah, but you're a coffee boy."
"For now, I'm going to school." He set Adolph's drink on the counter and started on Rain's. "What'll you do when I finally leave this coffee house and get a job serving up booze?"
"Go to your bar at eight in the evening and have you make me tea, obviously."
"Maybe a long-island iced tea."
"Huh?"
"Vodka, gin, rum, tequila, triple sec, sour mix, and coke."
"What does that have to do with tea?"
"It kinda looks like tea, kinda tastes like tea."
"I think I'll stick with the chai." Adolph chuckled, sniffing his drink, perfect as always.
"No sense of adventure." Paul set Rain's drink on the counter before getting a muffin from the case. "There you go. Coffee black as hell, strong as death and sweet as love, and a chocolate chip muffin. 'cause chicks love chocolate man."
"I'll take your word for it." Adolph chuckled. "What do I owe you?"
"Nothin' wolf-man, on the house to celebrate you finally having a lady friend.. you're too alone up there."
"Thanks.. I think."
"And Adolph.. If you need it, you know you can talk to me, right? I know they don't give you any skills or knowledge outside of war."
"Yeah Paul, thanks." Adolph nodded. For all his goofball exterior, Paul was a good man. Served in the army with one of the early Wolf packs until he lost a leg and a half, not that anyone could tell with the quality of prosthetics he had.
He made his way back up stairs, taking in the sounds and smells of the complex waking up for the morning. Showers, coffee grinding, screaming children, morning sex, engines revving in the garage, elevators droning, feet running through halls and down stairs.. he was reminded why he preferred the night shift.
Once he got back to his apartment, he set the coffee and muffin on the counter for Rain, who was still in the shower, and settled on the couch, turning the TV on to local news. The top story was another victim of the 'Masked Mugger, marking his twentieth victim. It struck Adolph as amusing that the government could pay a group to hunt someone like himself down, but they couldn't put that elite group to work taking out a real threat.
"I smell coffee.." Rain stepped out of the bathroom and walking over to the counter. ".. for me?"
"Yes, as is the muffin next to it." Adolph nodded.
"Thanks." She settled on the couch next to him, sipping the coffee. "hm. Pretty good.."
"Good." He smiled as she sat down, despite showering she still had his scent on her. "I wasn't sure so I had to trust Paul's judgment. Then again the man is never wrong about coffee or tea for people."
"The coffee shop on the corner?"
"Yeah."
"So.." Rain sipped the coffee again. "About last night..."
"I'm sorry Rain, I sh-"
"Sorry for what?" She cut him off. "I don't remember too many details of last night, but I know I was drunk, so I probably came on to you like a cat in heat."
"Uhm.." He blinked. This was not a reaction he had planned for. "Not that I'm complaining.."
"I shouldn't have gotten so drunk, and I really didn't think you would be 'interested'... but.." Rain gave him a crooked smile. "Gotta admit, what I remember was pretty good. Still kinda sore though."
".. Sorry about that." He replied, blushing beneath his fur. "I .. haven't been with many women."
"It's fine." She gave him a quick kiss on he cheek. "I'll just have to make sure I don't get plastered and decide to fuck you again... if we do it again, need to take it slower, and I wouldn't mind remembering it."
"I see..? .. actually, I'm not sure I do."
"I'm saying that it was enjoyable, silly." She smirked. "And maybe a little too soon right now.. but I wouldn't rule a 'rematch' out for the future."
"That's what I thought." He smiled, trying to ignore his mind telling him it would have been better if she'd said she hated him and stormed away.
"..which.. I gotta say.. it feels weird to think and say that. It feels odd to think at all about having a new lover after losing Anthony, even weirder to think it possible to be a Beast."
"Life likes to throw weird twists at us."
"I suppose it does."
*Wolf Point, MT*
Steele sat in his office, pouring over cases they had attributed to Adolph, not for the first time trying to find a pattern between them, or a connection of any sort. Twenty women, all fairly attractive, all living alone. Break in in the middle of the night, brutally rape the woman, and break her neck if the rape didn't kill her. Except the first, of course.. she was a matter of convenience that gave him the taste for dominance and murder. It all fit, except for the lack of any real evidence linking him to any but the first. Coroners confirmed it was a canine by the damage done to the victims, but that was all.
"Somethin' buggin' ya, Alex?" Murphy asked, rapping on the open door frame. The only other sane survivor from the run in with Adolph two years ago, and he was confined to a wheel chair due to irreparable spine damage, he now worked in communications.
"Hey Murph," Steele looked up, "things just don't add up, ya know? We've got this stack of nineteen rape/murders committed by a canine, but no sightings of Adolph or any remotely similar wolf in the areas... that wolf is not exactly going to blend in. I'm starting to wonder if he's even still alive..."
"Maybe he died in the fire Jezibel started?"
"No.. I saw him leave the building.."
"Maybe he was wounded and died later?"
"Possibly." He doubted it, but couldn't say why, especially not to Murphy.
"What bring this up though? Lancaster?"
"Yes.. well.. sort of. Lancaster felt like I was chasing a ghost, and I realized that it's been that way ever since Penn. I've never had anything solid to go on, just.. stories and theories."
"Giving up?"
"Not yet, Murph, not yet. Starting to consider requesting a new team though, get in the field again, chase Adolph in my down time."
"It's not a bad idea. I miss being in the field, but.. I don't have the option of returning."
"Of course, new agents think I'm old, crazy and obsessed."
"They're right."
"Shut it, you're not helping."
"There is one question though that I've never found a satisfactory answer to."
"What's that?"
"All the cases after Penn. how did he find and choose his victims?"
"It's a good question." Steele nodded. "One that no one bothered asking, because that's usually more important in figuring out who did it."
"But it might give us a place to look for him?"
"It might, it could be difficult to plot a pattern though."
"Yeah, but it beats chasing after him, always a step behind?"
"True."
"Anyways, I was actually just coming by to see if you wanted lunch? I'm headed to In'n'Out."
"Definitely, thanks."
"Double double animal style and animal fries?"
"See, that's why I don't want a new team, my old one knew me so well."
"You are a predictable creature, Alex." Murphy laughed, backing out of the office. "I'll be back in a few."
"Thanks Murph." Steele said, picking up the first of the post Pennsylvania cases, calling up the details he had on the woman's life and going over them, before picking up the next and doing the same.. this was going to take a while, but if he could establish a pattern, he might be able to get an idea of where it would happen next, which he was expecting pretty soon.
*Lancaster, CA*
The day had been fairly quiet, Adolph spent a good portion of the day talking to Rain and helping her look for a job, yet now it was time to head to work.. which of course meant stopping in for tea.
"You're five minutes early, wolf-man." Paul laughed as Adolph walked in. "Usual, or need a coffee for the lady friend?"
"Usual." Adolph replied.
".. OK, something's eating ya, wolf-man." Paul started on the chai. "So, I'm guessing you came in a bit early to talk, eh?"
"That obvious?"
"I know people and I know my customers. So, what's up? ... let me guess, has to do with the lady?"
"Yeah, it's a weird situation." Adolph nodded, and gave him the 'cliff's notes' version of the events leading to the night before.
"I see.." Paul nodded and set the tea on the counter as Adolph finished up the story. "So.. tragic week, she moves in with you temporarily, gets wasted and you fuck her brains out... that could go very badly.. how did she react this morning?"
"It seemed positive."
"So, no accusing you of taking advantage of her, or worse, raping her?"
"None of that."
".. so then.. I think I get it. You like her a lot, maybe you're even a bit smitten with her, and want more than friendship.. but she's coming out of a bad time, her heart still belongs to her recently deceased fiance.. so she sees you as a friend, and last night was not *bad* but it was a bit of a mistake?"
"That sums it up pretty well, yes." He nodded, taking a drink from his tea.
"Now you don't know what to do.." Paul scratched his chin in thought for a moment. "Well wolf-man, there's not a lot you can do. Be there for her, be a friend.. find ways to help her put the past out of her mind. She needs to go at her own pace though, it's up to her when she decides she's ready for another relationship, and if she wants said relationship to be with you."
"That's pretty much what I thought." He nodded again. "One other question, you looking for help here at all?"
"Maybe for a few hours a day, I could use a cashier at the peak times. Send her down to talk to me tomorrow, eh?"
"Thanks Paul." He put the money for the tea, as well as a good tip, on the counter as he left the coffee shop to walk to work. The sounds of the city winding down for the night kept his thoughts company. Sirens, a couple arguing in an apartment several stories up, crying children, the prostitute on the corner trying to attract a customer, gates rolling down over stores closing up.. it was nearly enough to drive him mad, he often considered heading up the coast to Oregon and finding someplace in the forest there to get away from all the noise and stink of cities. For the time though, he had a good network to keep him hidden here, he didn't want to try and rebuild that.
"Hi Erik," Adolph waved as he walked in to the office, "anything exciting last night or soo far tonight?"
"Nope, not a thing. It's been quiet.. I didn't even get a visit from your friend last night. I was sad."
".. you know about Rain?"
"Everyone does, and now we have a name too!" Erik laughed. "Adolph's got himself a girlfriend!"
"She's a friend."
"A friend, with tits."
"As well as other female parts, yes."
"You know from experience?"
"Women smell different from men."
".. you are no fun."
"And you're a pervert."
"Sticks and stones, Adolph." He laughed. "Oh, and Trish said next time your girlfriend comes over she needs to bring a box of donuts for the morning crew."
".. I'll tell her that."
"We'd also settle for a strip show caught on one or more secu-uph" He was cut off by one of the couch pillows to the face. "... you have no sense of humor."
"I think this is where one of your peers would respond with a witty comeback about your mother."
"Hah, anyways Adolph, I have a hot date with a porn star. Catch ya tomorrow."
"Have fun masturbating." He chuckled.
"Funny.. if it weren't so true." Erik laughed, shaking his head as he left.
Adolph took a moment to ensure everything was locked the way it should be, then settled at the desk to wait for his first patrol. He pulled out his Reader and brought up Art of War, then thought about it for a moment, and called up the one Rain had got for him. He blinked briefly, perplexed by a reference at the top of the first chapter and made a note to look it up sometime.
The night was a quiet one, his patrols uneventful, leaving him plenty of time to read, finishing the book before his shift ended, and spending the rest of the night pondering it, and wishing that the world really worked that way. One of the things he found most interesting was that it had been published in 2008, nearly fifty years prior to the first successful Beast being produced.
He had to admit, Rain was right on this one, and he might have to look in to more books of the sort to read.
Chapter 5
The week passed fairly uneventfully, Adolph and Rain mostly getting used to living with each other. Rain started working for Paul, just a few hours a week but it kept her busy and helped with the finances until she could find something better. Adolph was fascinated to find that genetic engineering had been a stable of 'science fiction' for over a decade, and spent his nights at work reading books ranging from 1991 to the present.
On his night off, Rain convinced him to go see a movie with her 'The Ultimates', about a group of humans with strange powers saving the world from another group of humans with strange powers. He really didn't quite understand the point of the movie, beyond watching two groups of 'meta-humans', as the movie called them, fight each other, Rain seemed to really enjoy it though.
"Come on Adolph," Rain teased, poking him in the arm as they walked home from the theater, which was a rather long walk. "how was that movie not awesome?"
"I failed to see the point of it," He shrugeed, "it seemed to me little more than an excuse for computer animated violence of impossible proportions."
".. yeah.. and?"
"Rain, I was made for violence. My training was designed to make me do thing like that in the real world."
"Huh.. I'm sorry. I didn't think of it that way." She wrapped her arms about his arm, leaning on him. "I just look at things like that as stupid entertainment."
"I don't mind. Besides, I am new to this whole entertainment thing."
"True."
He caught a scent, sniffing the air and stopping Rain. Someone was close.. someone with an adrenaline rush, and a gun unless he missed his guess. Focusing, he turned towards a shadowed alley, he could hear their heart racing.
"Just hand over the valuables.." The man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a mask of a former president and pointing a revolver at Rain. "Nice an' easy, no one gets hurt."
Adolph growled, he heard Rain's heart start pounding, the scent of her fear filling the air. The gun was a .38, possibly lethal to Rain depending on where it hit, for him it would just sting. He might be able to get it from the man, but likely not before he could fire, and probably hit her at this range.
"Just move along, little man." He growled at the mugger, "Find an easier mark."
"Lady," The mugger cocked the gun, ignoring Adolph "call your hound off and hand over your valuables before I have to mess up that pretty body with a bullet hole."
"Adolph.." Rain sounded scared, fumbling her wallet from her purse. "I'll just give him the wallet.."
"Jewels too, toots."
"You're getting nothing," Adolph cracked his shoulder, standing up to his full height. "You have two choices, walk away or pull the trigger. If I'm still standing when you pull the trigger, I will kill you."
"Call off your fuckin' hound, bitch!"
"He's not my hound." Rain snapped, the initial panic giving way and her courage bolstered by Adolph's presence.
"So be it." The mugger sighed, pulling the trigger.
Something Adolph had been trained for was personal defense, which included learning the tells of firing a gun before the trigger was pulled, this gave him the illusion of being faster than a bullet. He knocked Rain to the side, out of the path of the bullet- not quite fast enough, he caught it in his arm, that would hurt later.
Before the mugger could even realize the result of his first shot, Adolph snatched him by the arm that held the gun, spinning him to lift him up being the arm behind him until there was a satisfying pop and scream of a shoulder dislocating, quickly followed by another crack and blissful silence as he snapped the muggers neck and dropped the lifeless body to the ground.
"Let's go-" He turned to Rain, reaching to help her up, but found her already on the phone with the police, staring up at him in shock. "... I'm sorry."
He couldn't risk it, he knew he should stop Rain from completing the call, but he couldn't hurt her, so he did the only thing he could do and vanished in to the alley the mugger had come out of. He had to hop a couple of fences to get to where he could move freely through the city, by which point he heard sirens approaching where he left Rain.
Pausing a moment when he was far enough away, he tore his shirt off and used it to tie over the bullet hole in his arm. He realized he was probably going to have CLAWS coming down on Lancaster in force.. he was going to have to warn Rain, and vanish. First priority was doing something about the bullet hole through his arm, so he headed to the dealership where he kept some extra supplies.
Rain sat there in shock, staring at the dead body of the mugger. She couldn't remember what, if anything, she said to the police on the phone, all she could think of was how coldly and efficiently Adolph had executed the man, like he had planned it all. She knew he was built to kill, but he had do that as casually as one might swat a fly.
Red and blue lit up the area, and she found herself washed in the white light of a police floodlight and helped to her feet by a uniformed officer who took a statement while other cops cars arrived. It was all a blur to her, until she found herself sitting in the open back of a cop car with a cup of coffee.
"Ma'am.." A new cop walked up, this one wearing a suit and had a rather heavy accent. "My name is Detective Benedict, y' can call me Jethro though. I been in charge of tryin' to catch that mugger for the last month, this isn't exactly the endin' I'd hoped for, but.. at least he's not gonna hurt anyone else now.
"Y' gave Jenkins a statement, and I want to verify a couple things with ya, if y' don't mind?"
"..Sure."
"Y' told him y' were walkin' home from a movie with a friend?"
"That's right.." She nodded.
"An' this friend, moved with 'inhuman speed', knockin' you out of the way of the bullet, b'fore dislocatin' the mugger's shoulder and breakin' 'is neck, then vanishin' in to the shadows?"
"It was kind of a blur, but yes."
"... no where in yer statement did y' think it mighta been important to mention yer 'friend' is a Beast?"
"... I .. don't think of him that way."
".. uh-huh.. Look, let me ask ya somethin'.. do y' own him?"
"No."
".. OK, if y' don't own him, we're going to have to hunt him down and kill 'im, because we have an unowned Beast killin' a human. If y' own him, then it falls under self defense, and we write this whole thing up as closed, the Masked Mugger fucked up and mugged the wrong person. Yer 'friend' and y' are safe, other than maybe y' might have to appear in court briefly.
"So let me ask ya again.. do y' own him?"
"I.." She thought about it for a moment, and decided she didn't want to send the cops hunting after Adolph. "I miss-spoke, sorry. Yes, I own him."
"Thank y' ma'am. Y' said yer currently 'tween homes, an' stayin' with friends, that correct?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded. "I gave Leroy my phone number though."
"If y' want, I can have him drive ya to where yer stayin' right now."
"That would be nice, thank you."
"Just don't skip town, might need t' follow up." Jethro added, before turning to call one of the uniformed officers over.
Rain directed the cop to her old apartment complex, and gave the doorman a line about needing to pay her last month's rent to be able to get in to the complex and wait for the cop to leave. She leaned against a wall and sank to the floor, pulling her phone out, staring at it as if it would hold the answers. She hated to admit it, but she was scared of Adolph.. When he had looked down at her she could tell he felt betrayed.
*Wolf Point, MT*
Steele tried to ignore the buzzing his phone, far more focused on the beautiful woman beneath him. Whoever it was though, was highly impatient, this was the fourth time they had called in ten minutes. It buzzed again so he finally reached for it, grumbling and ignoring the girl's plea to leave it.
"Sorry beautiful, if they call this much it's probably life or death." He checked the caller ID before answering. "This better be dire Murph, 'cause I'm balls deep in beautiful girl right now.."
"It's Adolph, DNA confirmed." Murphy replied. "Fuckin' *Lancaster*. Last seen about 3 hours ago."
"Lancaster?!" He dislodged himself from the girls embrace and tangle of blankets and started looking for his pants. "If you're dicking with me Murph, I will shoot you."
"Dead serious, Alex. The BlackHawk is warmed up and waiting on you. The Alphas will be diverted to Lancaster and be there tomorrow.."
".. Shit. I'll be on my way in two minutes."
"I'll fill you in when you get here."
"Thanks Murph." He hung up the phone, buttoning his pants and pulling his shirt on. "Sorry Jessica, I have to go."
"But.."
"Remember when I told you I was a secret agent?"
".. yeah..?"
"It wasn't a pickup line. I really am, there's a serial rapist and murderer I've been hunting for two years, and he just turned up."
".. If you don't like me you could just say so.." The girl looked like she was about to cry.
"Look hon, I do like you. You're beautiful, fun and great in bed." Well, it was mostly true. "I'm not making this up, I wish I could stay but.. this bastard is slippery, it's the first time we've had a confirmed appearance in two years, it was three hours ago in California."
"OK..." It seemed she still didn't believe him, but he didn't have the time to worry about that.
"Maybe I'll see you when I get back, eh?" He gave her a quick kiss before heading out the door. As soon as he got out of her apartment he ran for the parking lot. His mind went back to the last time he had seen Adolph..
*Tomahawk and Jacobs were already dead. He, Murphy and Jezibel pursued him in too an abandoned apartment complex. It had been vacant for a long time and was practically falling apart. The wolf lead them on a merry chase through the dark building, moving in and out of shadows and tormenting them, it didn't take long until he got them split up. Jezibel had fallen through the floor, and a staircase had collapsed on him, leaving Murphy alone pursing the beast.*
*As he tried to find a way up after Murphy, he heard Jezibel muttering 'all dead.. avenge them all..' followed by the creak of the weapons locker over the com*
"What are you doing Jez?" He had asked, scared of the answer, she hadn't quite been the same since she shot Tomahawk.*
"Alex!" The reply came "You're alive.. I thought it got you.. like everyone else.. I'm going to make sure it doesn't get anyone else.. hee.. Incendiary!"
"Jez.. don't do that.." He started to run for the exit. "Murph, get out. Abandon pursuit."
"Murph's dead..." Jezibel replied, he could hear her prepping the RPG. "They're all dead.."
"Jezibel.. Murphy | null | [] |
s not dead. We just got split up." He recalled panicking that Murphy hadn't responded to the retreat call, later he learned that Murphy had turned his com off so Adolph couldn't hear them. "Goddamnit Murph, respond!"
"All dead.. How do I know you're not the beast.. trying to trick me.."
"Jez don-" He got out the door just in time to see Jezibel heft the RPG and fire a round in to the building, the initial burst sent a shock wave through the building and nearly knocked him on his face, there was quickly a second that sent a gout of fire flying out and through the building and set his ears ringing. He realized she must have fired it in to a propane tank or the like.*
"Not enough.. not enough!" She cried, working to load a second round in the RPG.*
"JEZIBEL!" He ran for her, tackling her to the ground. She was a spry little thing, and a good fighter.. they all were.. she put up one hell of a fight as he wrestled the RPG from her and finally got her in to a choke hold, keeping here there until she passed out, all the while all he could do was watch the building go up in flames and pray to see Murphy coming out.*
"Murphy? Come on Murph, you've survived worse!" He tried the com again, heading towards the burning building. He saw a figure coming out of the fire, for a second he thought it was Murphy, but quickly realized it was the wolf. He drew his side arm, training it on the beast, but he hesitated on firing.. there was something in his arms. ".. Murph?"
"He lives. Barely." The wolf said, laying Murphy's limp body on the ground about twenty feet from Steele. His body was smoking, much of his fur burned off. ".. If you're going to shoot me, get it over with, else.. I'll take my leave."
"..." He stood stunned for a moment before holstering his pistol. "Not this time, wolf. Next time though."
"You're on, Steele." He coughed, turning away, and vanishing in to the night...*
He reached the landing pad for the Blackhawk, rolling the bike right up the loading ramp. He barely remembered the ride across town, but he made it in record time.
"What's the situation, Murph?" He locked his bike in to a cargo port as the hatch closed and the engines roared to life, lifting the plane straight off the ground.
"It's kind of weird. Doesn't fit with any of his other killings."
"How weird?"
"He killed a mugger, and took a bullet, in defense of a woman."
".. OK, that is weird." Steele blinked, that didn't fit at all. "Any more details?"
"The woman, Rain Emerson apparently owns him, and took him with her to a movie. The mugger stopped them at gunpoint and demanded the woman's valuables, on her failing to comply he tried to shoot her.
"Adolph knocked her aside, taking the bullet instead, and .. in her words 'executed the mugger with calculated precision.' before vanishing in to the night.. apparently to avoid the police."
".. She owns him? He took a bullet for her? Are we sure this is Adolph?"
"Blood taken from the victim's body, presumed to be from the bullet wound on the killer, gives us an 82% match, they're running a few other samples to confirm."
".. 18% margin for error." Steele pondered this for a moment. ".. paired with a supposed sighting just over a week ago, it seems too coincidental."
"I thought you didn't believe in coincidence?"
"Exactly." Steele laughed, "Anyways. We've got a couple hours in the air, I'm going to get some some sleep, since I won't get much in the next couple days."
"Good call, boss."
"You aughta do the same, Murph." He stretched out on a bunk in the cargo space with a sigh. Since Adolph's second victim, he had regretted not shooting the wolf when he had the chance. He had left a few key details out of the report, and let everyone assume that he had drug Murphy to safety. Some day he would have to tell him the truth.. preferably after they had caught the bastard wolf.
*Lancaster, CA*
Legwork, the part of being a detective Steele didn't miss. When he got in to Lancaster he got in contact with the cop who had taken the report, who informed him the woman didn't actually own Adolph, the lazy bastard had just convinced her to say that because it was less work. She had been dropped at L and 40th and gone in to an apartment complex. Turns out she had been evicted a week ago, and last anyone saw her she was walking West on L with a wolf who mostly fit Adolph's description.
He tried calling the phone number the police had gotten, but didn't get an answer. Either it was a bogus number, or she wasn't answering, so he found himself walking down L, mostly in the hopes of seeing something that looked promising, when he found a familiar coffee shop.
".. could use some coffee anyways.." It made sense, they had good coffee so if either were in the area they would likely end up here.
"It's the speed-demon," The clerk, Paul, called as he walked in. "So how was the bypass? Is that a sick ride or what?"
"It is, not one for the inexperienced though." Steele nodded.
"Hm, you're not here to talk about killer rides though. You got something heavy weighing on you, and not much sleep. You need something strong, am I right?"
"You're good. What do you have for me?"
".. Just you wait man, it's a surprise. If you don't like it, a replacement is on the house."
"Deal." Steele laughed, pulling pictures out of his pocket and laying them on the counter. "Also, you recall either of these two coming through here at all?"
"Well, that's Rain, just hired her... why, she in some kinda trouble? If so, I had no idea.. I only hired her a couple days ago man.." Paul said, looking at the two. ".. as for the wolf, I dunno.. they all look the same to me."
"She's not in trouble yet, but I fear she's in danger. Do you have her number, or happen to know when she'll come in next?"
".. yeah, I'll get it for ya after I make this drink. She called out today, I'm not sure why.."
"Thank you." He noticed another patron staring at the picture of Adolph. "Sir, do you know this wolf?"
".. yeah, that's 317." The man replied. "Filthy fuckin' beast.. Don't see how anyone could let a creature like that live like a person.. The girl, she just appeared a few days ago, like a week or so. Dunno where, they seem friendly enough, she's probably his owner or something."
".. 317. In this building?"
"Yes sir."
".. thank you." Steele couldn't help but laugh. He'd been *that* close. He doubted if Adolph would still be there after last night though, he would know he'd be hunted by now.
He paid for his coffee, which was perfect, and sat down at a table. The number he'd gotten from Paul was the same as the one from the cops, so he decided to call again, no answer still. With little better to go on, he decided to enjoy his coffee before heading upstairs.
A few minutes later, he rapped on the door the 317 a couple times, and heard movement inside, but no answer at the door, so he rapped again and tested the knob which wasn't even locked.
"Hello..?" He nudged the door open, standing off to the side with his sidearm drawn. "My name is Alexander Steele, I'm here to help."
"Go away!" The voice was female and, unless he missed his guess, coming from the kitchen.
"Rain Emerson? I just want to talk, I think I can help you."
".. What do you want?"
"Your friend, Adolph.. how much do you know about him? What do you know about his past? .. I believe you're in grave danger."
"I.. I don't know.."
"Can I come in, so we can talk?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you." He holstered his weapon as he entered the apartment, seeing Rain come out of the kitchen. Though looking rather disheveled, she still had a certain beauty about her. Tall and toned like an amazon. He didn't go for darker skinned girls often, but she would definitely be an exception.. except of course for the ring.. and the fact that she's somehow involved with Adolph.
"So, what do you want?"
"To stop Adolph from killing again. I am part of an organization that hunts renegade military Beasts, and I've been hunting him for the last two years, always a step behind him when he kills."
"How many has he killed?"
"Twenty-three, counting the mugger last night and two of my team." Steele sighed. "The remaining twenty were all attractive women between twenty and forty and were all raped."
".. he.. what..?"
"Raped and murdered twenty young women over the last two years. The first was one of convenience, his owner... each following was premeditated, never leaving behind anything we could trace, so we didn't find out until days, sometimes even weeks, after."
".. How do you know it was him?"
"All similar appearance to his owner, started shortly after he dropped off the face of the earth after destroying my team, extremely carefully done showing an awareness of being hunted, damage done to the bodies were all consistent with a canine's penis... let's just say there's a lot of coincidences, and I don't believe in coincidence."
"It doesn't make sense.. he's so nice."
"You're a very odd piece to the puzzle, Rain. You don't look like his typical victim, you've been around him for a while.. and last night, he apparently took a bullet for you, which blew his cover. I'm wondering if you're exceptionally lucky, or if there's something weird happening right now."
".. I don't know.."
"What can you tell me about his actions last night?"
"He.. uhm.. he stopped me, just before the mugger came out, he knew he was there. He tried to intimidate the mugger in to leaving us be, and refused to let me give up my money and engagement ring... he told the man.. something like 'if I'm still standing when you pull that trigger, I'll kill you'.. then the guy did...
"I don't know how he moved so fast, I was on the ground before the shot even registered to me. I looked up while dialing nine one one.. and .. he had already dispatched the mugger.. it was remarkably efficient, and the look on his face was just uncaring, like he'd just swatted a fly.. then he looked down at me like I'd betrayed him and whispered 'I'm sorry' before vanishing in to the alley."
"He's a puzzling creature at times." He gave her his card. "Look, I suggest getting out of town before things get bad, because.. they will, I don't want you getting caught in the cross fire. If you see Adolph, as soon as you're safe.. call me, no matter what time it is."
"Do you really think he planned to kill me?"
".. I don't know. History says yes though."
"I see.." She looked completely lost. "I'll see about catching a train out of here today or tomorrow.. go.. somewhere.. maybe up the coast."
"Oregon is beautiful." Steele nodded. "Thank you for your help Rain."
"Yeah.. sure."
He left the apartment, his next stop was too be the Honda dealership from a week ago, there had been too many coincidences.. he was beginning to wonder if the kid had been telling the truth, and Adolph had a network to keep him hidden.. and he needed to get the locals to put eyes on the apartment, in case Adolph came back for anything.
Chapter 6
The night had been quiet.. too quiet. There had been no sign of a man hunt or even basic search for him. Adolph wasn't sure what Rain had told the police, but it must have been good.. didn't matter though, his blood was all over the mugger, CLAWS would be in Lancaster again soon, and he hoped to be gone by then.. he just wanted too grab some things from his apartment, and warn Rain to get out of town.
In a perfect world he'd take her with him.. but that wouldn't work. That would put her in needless danger, not to mention how terrified of him she looked, he wasn't sure she would even trust him again.
He made his way towards his apartment, staying mostly off the main road. As he neared, nothing seemed out of place. He could slip in the back, get to his apartment completely unseen.. yet he had a sentry in the front, so he made his way to the coffee shop.
"Hey Paul." He called walking in, still no sign of anything out of place.. other than no patrons in the coffee shop, but that might just be it being about ten in the morning on a wednesday. "Anything new?"
"Shit Adolph, you want to be scarce." Paul replied. "Some dude came in here looking for information on you and Rain.. I played dumb about you, told him you all look alike to me, but another guy.. that jackass who wears those stupid glasses all the time? Told him what apartment you lived in, and that Rain was with ya. Guy is still up stairs now."
"Sheiße! Did he give a name?"
"No, sorry.. but he was a girzzled old badass, probably mid 40s, about six foot, a few scars, dirty blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Definitely seasoned veteran of something, but good at hiding it."
"Steele..." He growled. Still up there, that meant he was either waiting for Adolph to come home, or Rain was there. "Is Rain home?"
"I don't know mate."
"Scheiße.. Thanks Paul. I'm going to have to ghost.."
"It's been fun, won't be the same without you around wolf-man."
"Auf wiedersehen." He slipped out of the coffee shop and found himself a spot he could watch the complex, figuring that if Steele was waiting for him, he'd eventually give up and have a sentry posted.. which would give him a few minutes.
He didn't have to wait long, Steele left the complex shortly after he got to his perch. He briefly pondered ambushing Steele, but he didn't want to do that in broad daylight.. and besides, they would only send more, anyways.
The path to the apartment was thankfully clear, it seemed that for now Steele was alone. He sniffed the door, Steele had been there, Rain was still inside... no other scents though. His biggest concern now was how to explain things to Rain.
"Rain..?" He unlocked the door and stepped in to the apartment. He caught a glint of metal coming towards him and reacted on instinct, grabbing the knife wielding arm with one hand while the other hand snapped out for the attackers neck, lifting them up and slamming them in to the wall with a deep growl, only then did he recognize his attacker.
"You fucker.." Rain cried, fighting his grip and hitting his arm with her free hand. "You were just going to kill me like all the rest. Keep me around as a plaything until you got bored with me?"
"Rain.." He let her to the ground, letting go of her neck, though keeping control of the knife. "What are saying? I would never.."
"You have!" She continued to beat on him with her free hand, and kicked him a couple times as well. "You're a rapist and a murderer and.. why th' fuck did you have to be so nice... why were you so kind to me.. why did you save me last night?!"
"... that's the past Rain. I've made mistakes, I've done things that I regret.. I've done things that society says were wrong but were the best I could do in my situation."
".. twenty women were 'mistakes you regret'!?" Her foot found it's way right between his legs, actually earning a brief wince, but pain was nothing new to him.
".. twenty? Where did you get... One Rain, one woman.. and she.. the way she treated us.. she fucking deserved it.."
"How can any woman deserve to be raped, let alone twenty, you sick fuck!?"
"One! One fucking woman." Adolph growled at her, her incoherence and wild bludgeoning finally irritating him. "I don't know where you got twenty, but I would *certainly* remember if I had raped twenty women. I haven't even had sex with that many women."
"The man.. .. he said twenty.."
"He lied! It was just one.."
"One still makes you a fucking rapist!"
"You want to know about rape? Do you Rain?" He didn't want to start, but it had to be said.. it had been pent up inside for years. "No, you don't want to know about a woman who kept Beasts as playthings, including one beautiful German Shepherd who's sole purpose was to pleasure the cunt's three non-anthro shepherds.
"You don't want to know about her using males as flesh and blood sex toys, torturing them if they even tied to enjoy it.. and oh heaven forbid they ejaculate! You don't want to know about her breaking the will of anything that came through her door with the use of shock collars, sexual abuse, whips, sodomy, and anything else her twisted mind could think of.
"No Rain," By the end of his tirade he was crying, for the first time in years "you're focused on the fact that the genetically engineered killing machine she bought off the black market to break, because civilian grade were no challenge anymore, proved too strong for her methods and finally snapped and used her body to sate the pent up needs *she created*."
"I.. uh.." Rain stared at him in stunned silence.
"So yeah. That makes me a rapist. I get it. I regret it. I wish I had the self control back then to just snap her fucking neck and be done with her.. but I didn't."
"I can't imagine.. I'm sorry Adolph."
"Yeah.. well.." He let go of her arm. "If you still want to stab me, just do it. I can't hurt you.."
Rain looked at the knife in her hand for a moment, before tossing it aside. ".. what about the others you've killed?"
".. I've killed 4 people. My owner I just explained, the mugger you saw.. The other two were members of Steele's team who were trying to kill me at the time. A third may have died, but I take no responsibility for him if he did."
".. What do we do now, Adolph?"
"Go our separate ways. I'm going to head East.. try to vanish somewhere remote for a while. I suggest you get out of Lancaster, maybe head north. There's a stash in the bottom drawer of the dresser for emergencies, take any of it you need.. if CLAWS finds you, they'll try to use you to get to me."
"I want to go with you.. I don't want to be alone again."
"Head north. If I evade capture, I'll find you. I don't want you getting hurt in the fray though, and it will be bloody."
".. I guess that will do.." She gave him a quick kiss on the muzzle. "You probably want to get out of here soon, I'm sure Steele will have the apartment under surveillance."
"I'm sure." He moved away from her and grabbed a bag he kept packed near the door. On a whim he snatched one of Rain's hair ties from the end table and wrapped it around his wrist. ".. by the way, did Steele by any chance give you a number to call him if I came back?"
"Yeah.. should I call him?"
"No, give me the number." He laughed. "I want to chat with an 'old friend'."
"All right." She gave him Steele's card. "Where should I wait for you."
"I will find you, wherever you are." He rand a clawed hand through her hair before heading out the door and up stairs, going for the roof. The front would be watched, but he doubted they would think to pay attention to the rooftops.
"Lebewohl, Rain." He whispered to himself, sniffing the hair tie. He knew he would never make it back to her. Truth be told, he barely made it out of the last encounter with CLAWS, and this would be worse. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the number for Steele.. "Hello, Steele..."
".. Adolph?!" Steel sounded shocked. "Where did you get this number?"
"Rain.. and I don't appreciate you spreading lies about me."
"I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about, why don't we talk about this in person?"
"Nice try Steele." Adolph laughed, taking a running jump from one rooftop to the next. "You told Rain I had raped and murdered twenty women."
".. you have."
"No.. just one."
"Bullshit." Steele snapped. "Tampa, July of 82. Montgomery, October of 82. Nashville, December 82. Champaign, January 83-"
"Stop." Adolph interrupted him with a growl. "After Scranton, I headed north. Slipped in to Canada through Lake Ontario and hid out in the forest just off the road between Toronto and Montreal. I stayed there for about a month, to heal up and moved on as locals started getting too curious about the werewolf rumors. I spent about three months traveling across the US, keeping off the radar, until I dropped off a semi truck here in Lancaster. I've been here since late September of 82.
"So if you have a serial rapist you think is me, you're sending your hounds barking up the wrong tree."
"You think that information is going to stop me from chasing you?"
"Nope." Adolph laughed.
"Then why call me?"
"I just wanted to talk to an old friend?"
"Yeah, I believe that."
"Well, if you must be all business.. I just wanted to ask you to leave Rain out of this. It's between us.. She's got no part in any of it."
".. so you care about her, huh?"
"I do."
"Like the last woman you were with?"
"Your facts are skewed on that one, Steele. You saw what you wanted to see and made the evidence fit your theory and ignored the rest."
"Yeah? And what was it really?"
".. I'm not going to tell you, because you won't believe me. You were a detective though, weren't you?"
"I was."
"Tell you what, look at the case again, I'll even give you a hint, look at the collars."
"Yeah, you killed her with a shock collar."
".. by the way, how is Murphy?"
".. wha- He's alive, wheelchair bound, but alive.. what's that got to do with anything?"
"Think about it." Adolph laughed and hung up the phone. He didn't think it would do any good, mostly he hoped to distract the detective in Steele with a puzzle. He considered discarding the phone, but decided to keep it for now, give them something to track to pull the focus away from Rain.
Steele stared at his phone for a moment, processing what Adolph had said. He wondered how true any of it was. He had to admit, things made a lot more sense if Adolph wasn't the serial rapist.. That just meant there was an intelligent, careful wolf wandering from state to state raping attractive blondes.
But what about the Syracuse case, and why did he bring up Murphy in relationship to it. So Adolph had carried Murphy out of the burning building.. what does that have to do with anything. He closed his eyes and focused for a moment, thinking back on that night on the outskirts of Scranton.
The wolf had laid Murphy on the ground, saying he was barely alive.. why? That had always bugged him, why had Adolph saved Murphy's life? If what he's saying is true, he stayed off the radar and out of trouble after that until saving Rain.
"They're trained to protect.." It was so stupidly simple it was easy to disregard. ".. but why kill his owner? Unless.. that's what he was eluding to."
"We have four kills he admits to.." He mused to himself as he made his way back to where the Blackhawk sat. He figured he could call up the case files there. "One was to protect Rain. Two he was defending himself.. He mentioned collars.. they all wore shock collars, he used one to kill his owner.. a shock collar shouldn't go that high voltage.. .. mother fucker.. he was protecting his pack. Except .. they all loved her.."
Thinking back on the case, there was something that was odd about it to him at the time, but he filed it aside. He would have to look in to it.
"Hey Alex, we got company." Murphy called over the com.
"Eh?"
"The Alphas are here, and they are requ- sorry demanding you 'get your ass here'. Their words, not mine."
"I'm on my way, Murph."
"Roger."
"Fuckin' Alphas..." Steele muttered.
The walk to the Blackhawk took about ten minutes. On arrival, Steele saw the Alphas' craft, 'Sleipnir' next to it, and the Alphas standing around looking impatient.
This was them, the supposed 'best of the best', the Alphas were an elite team, the only one to be afforded their own aircraft. There were five in total, like any other CLAWS team.
Reaper was the current leader, a tall lean man wearing a black cloak. He was a frightening combatant both melee and ranged, equipped with a hybrid rifle/sycthe. Tactically he was a simple man though, his answer to everything was 'charge'.
Anubis was the close combat master, and the longest with the Alphas. The man had undergone extensive experimental cybernetic modifications to make him physically superior to the Beasts they hunted, and had a certain Jackal appearance about himself now.
Orcus, a middle aged man, somewhat over weight and looking as if he hadn't bathed in a while, was the demolitionist. Simply put, he was just crazy. Some say he got put on the Alphas because everyone else was scared of him.
Morana, the only female of the team, was the stealth. She was remarkably plain, nothing about he stood out, though she was probably the most intelligent and level headed of the bunch, she was cold and methodical in everything she did, rumors said even love making.. she could sneak up on God himself though, if she felt like it.
Last was Thanatos, the sniper and most recent addition to the Alphas. A young man who was simply an artist with a rifle, although he looked fresh out of high school.. he was lean and in great shape, but he didn't look like someone who could actually kill. Granted, the only person to ever score higher than him on the Marksman test was Jezibel.
"About fuckin' time, old man." Reaper snapped. "Did you forget where you parked?"
"No, nothing like that." Steele smiled. "I was just doing something that you wouldn't understand. It's called 'investigation'."
"So, Mr. Detective.." Reaper growled, smacking Thanatos upside the head to stop him from snickering. "Where's this... 'brutal killing machine' that *wiped out your team* hiding?"
"That's what I was trying to determine." Steele maintained his composure, though he was enjoying making Reaper lose his cool. "However, since you guys are so well prepared, I'm sure you can find him and take him out without any of the information I have obtained."
"How far could it have gone in twelve hours?"
"Didn't do your homework?" Steele smirked. "A wolf maintains an average walking speed of six to seven miles an hour, and can sustain a running speed of fifteen to twenty. Adolph was an above average specimen and as of the last report from the training facility could sustain twenty five, with bursts of up to forty.
"So, for those of you who were behind in math class.. he could easily be at least two hundred and upwards of over three hundred miles in any direction."
"I do not need your sarcasm old man." Reaper snapped. "You're here because our boss thought you might have some insight on this Beast, since you have been obsessed over it for the last two years. If you're not going to say anything useful, shut the fuck up and stay out of our way."
"Try asking intelligent questions then, kiddo."
"Fuck you!" Reaper snarled, his scythe spinning from under the cloak.
"Calm yourself, Reaper." Anubis chided, stepping between Reaper and Steele. "Yours were the first barbed words thrown, and he has bested you at your own game. We would do better to not have that hot head of yours getting us in trouble."
"Fine, you deal with him." Reaper snapped, and then smacked Thanatos again. "Stop your fucking snickering you little shit."
"I apologize for Reaper's outburst, Steele." Anubis turned to him. "He is still young and impulsive."
"Thank you, Anubis." Steele nodded, he had to admit watching the man/machine hybrid move was slightly unnerving, he moved more like an animal than a human. "I have reason to believe he is still close by, but likely not for long. As well, I received a phone call from him, I suspect he will have already discarded the phone but I was going to put a trace on it anyways."
"Thanatos, get the number and begin a trace." Anubis ordered, earning a glare from Reaper. "Where does the woman Adolph apparently saved last night fall in to things?"
"Rain? I think she has no real involvement." Steele nodded, giving Thanatos the number Adolph called him from. "My best guess is she fell in to Adolph's lap so to speak, and he decided to toy with her until he grew bored with her."
"Why then would he take a bullet and risk his cover for her?"
"Good question. I would suppose his instinct is still to protect his pack, as that's what he was trained to do. In that split second instinct kicked in."
"Sound theory." Anubis nodded.
"What about her saying she owned him?" Reaper asked.
"According to the local LEOs, they convinced her to say that because it was less paperwork to write it up as a self defense."
"Hmm." Reaper pondered. "I'd still like to talk to her, see if she knows anything."
"You're welcome to. She's at Emerald Grove apartments, number 317. Though I suggested she leave town, in case Adolph came back to tie off any loose ends."
"Guys..." Thanatos returned from Sleipnir. "The phone is still on and still in Lancaster. He's headed eastbound at about twenty five, along Avenue L."
"That's not far from Rain's apartment." Steele replied.
"To or from?" Anubis asked.
"From."
"Morana, you and Anubis head to the apartment," Reaper ordered "check on the woman, if she's fine, see if she has anything useful for us. Thanatos, Orcus, you two take ground pursuit of the Beast on the bikes, Steele and I will follow from the sky."
"Try to not let him split you up, and watch for traps." Steele added. "He's a slippery one and doesn't like to fight fair, don't underestimate him."
"I believe we can handle a single Beast, Steele." Anubis replied.
"That's what we said, too." Steele replied, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "Let's move though."
"Move out." Reaper ordered, climbing in to the cockpit of Sleipnir. "Steele, grab the machine gun and keep your eyes peeled."
"Roger." Steele replied, swinging in to the gun port. "What kind of rounds this beast firing?"
"Standard issue Kill Rounds."
"Good to know." Steele nodded. Kill Rounds were a semi recent development to tactical firearms, as soon as the bullet penetrated something it would burst, dispersing the force in all directions. They were developed to make collateral damage far less likely, as they wouldn't punch through buildings, vehicles or people. As well, they dealt immense internal damage, making a smaller bullet have a lot more stopping power. "Oh Murph, I almost forgot, can you get the file for the Syracuse case loaded on the BlackHawk for me?"
".. Sure, what's up?"
"Just something I want to look at, thanks."
"Thanatos, Orcus, com check." Reaper called.
"Yo." Thanatos replied, flipping his helmet down and revving his bike.
"Present." Orcus nodded, securing something to his handlebars.
"Morana, Anubis?"
"Fuck off, Reaper." Morana snapped.
"All systems go." Anubis replied.
"You know what to do." Reaper activated the thrusters, lifting Sleipnir off and swinging to head south while calling up the tracking information on Adolph's phone.
"You've certainly got an interesting crew, Reaper." Steele said, trying to take his mind off the ground being so far below him.
"They're a tough crew to handle." Reaper nodded with a laugh. "Damn good at what they do though."
"Don't seem too fond of the whole team idea though."
"Nope. Kinda comes with the territory of being the best, tend to want all the glory for yourself. Makes me wonder about you though, why did you never request a new team?"
".. Never felt right taking on a new team before I took out the creature responsible for wiping out my last team."
"Huh, makes sense I guess. I gotta say though, I was surprised when they offered me the Alphas last year. There was a betting pool going when the news came down that Odin was retiring.. most of the money was on you, hell mine was."
"Mine was on Anubis." Steele laughed.
"You'd think.. until you seem him in combat. He's cool and collected normally, but you get him in a fight and he rages. There's no reasoning with him, there's no stopping him. Once I almost had to have Thanatos put him down."
".. Ouch."
"Yeah. I may be hot headed at times, but I know how to stand down."
"Important knowledge to have in this line- There he is, bring us in closer." He swung the gun stand around and switched on the com. "Target spotted, he just crossed the fourteen and is now running across the roof of the Costco. I'm going to try and get him to go to ground level for you two."
"Just kill the fucker." Reaper snapped, swinging Sleipnir in to give Steele a good shot.
"If I can." Steele unleashed a rain of lead in the vicinity of Adolph, narrowly missing him, but getting him to divert and predictably leap off the roof. "Target is Northbound, cutting through the park. Be advised, you will not have air support while he is in populated civilian areas."
"We can take him." Thanatos replied.
A new sound rose up from the standard din of the city coming from the North.. it sounded mechanical, like a large turbine. Adolph paused a second to find the source, it didn't take him long to spot a peculiar aircraft flying towards him. He assumed it was CLAWS coming after him.
He darted over the overpass for the freeway and veered in to the Costco parking lot, deciding to give them a good solid visual before vanishing. He leapt atop a large truck at a dead run, and from there bounded to the roof of the building, darting across it. Soon enough he found the engine sound drawing right on top of him, followed by a burst of machine gun fire.
Bullets rained down around him, creating craters in the roof and causing him to divert his course and leap from the second story roof, tucking in to a roll as he his and running in to the park.
He knew the first thing he had to do was get out of the park. Too many civilians, too much possibility for collateral damages, and that was something he couldn't risk. As he pondered where to go, he heard the approach of motorcycles and chuckled... they wanted a chase?
He took stock of his options. North and south were commercial districts, east and west were residential.. he wasn't fond of either. Commercial didn't offer him enough air cover, residential was too unpredictable. The freeway was also an option, no air cover, but they wouldn't dare unleash the machine gun in to freeway traffic, and the bikes wouldn't have the maneuverability he did. It might cause some accidents, but it still seemed the least likely to lead to collateral damage.
He darted east, running through the baseball field.. it was vacant, but he cleared it before the machine gun could properly be trained, a hail of bullets following him in to the trees where he made a quick direction change before leaping over the fence and on to the freeway, running north and ignoring the horns and screeching tires. He knew he had a moment before the bikes could swing around to get on to the freeway, so he just needed the right opening.
He spotted it, a commuter bus, and darted across a lane of traffic to get in position. Despite him running full speed, traffic still moved a lot faster, so he knew he had one shot at this.. and that it was going to hurt like hell.
The bus just a little behind him, he leaped.. his timing wasn't perfect, but he still landed on top of the bus, slamming down face first and barely managing to grab on to the emergency exit on the roof. Shaking off the impact he tore the hatch off the bus and dropped in to it, earning startled screams from the few passengers.
"Keep driving!" He snarled at the driver, moving forward and watching the mirror in case a passenger decided to do something stupid. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but I wouldn't recommend testing that.."
"Y.. yes sir." The driver stammered. ".. not paid enough for this.."
"I know.. Do what I ask, and I'll be out of your hair in just a moment."
"You're the boss."
"Good." Adolph nodded, waiting for the bikes to catch up, which didn't take long. "... Hit the breaks and open the door.."
"What?"
"DO IT!" He snarled at the driver, who complied.
The bikes went flying past the suddenly decelerating bus, as soon as it hit slow enough he jumped out, running back down the freeway against the flow of traffic and trying to get over to the southbound side.
His stunt didn't buy him enough time though, the bikes quickly gaining on him. He could evade them for a while, but eventually they would be able to hedge him in.. he had to lose them. As he pondered how to achieve that, a small object went flying past him before exploding under an oncoming car.
"Scheiße!" Adolph leaped out of the path of what was left of the car, narrowly swinging away from another oncoming car. He tried to determine what caused it when he saw one of the two bikers throw a second one, narrowly missing him, and thankfully harmlessly exploding on the side of the road.
Distracted by the flying explosives, he almost missed the second bike coming right towards him, and cracked a grin. He swung just out of the path, clothes lining the rider and grabbing the bike by the handlebars, redirecting it's momentum to send it flying in to the biker with the explosives. Granted, it might have also dislocated his shoulder but, he'd worry about that later.
His attention was brought back to the present by the sound of a truck horn and screeching tires. He glanced behind himself briefly to see a semi coming up too fast to stop, the driver probably paying more attention to the flaming wreck than the road in front of him.
Adolph snatched up the biker he had clothes lined dove out of the path of the truck, watching with rather sick satisfaction as it plowed right over the twisted wreck of two motorcycles and one explosive flinging jackass.
"You're welcome." He laughed, patting the still unconscious biker's helmet, before grabbing his com and activating it. "One down, and I'm guessing four to go. Make you a deal, Steele. Let's just forget about this whole thing, and you walk away only down one?"
"No can do, Wolf." An unfamiliar voice came over the com. "Steele's just along for the ride, and you just made it personal."
"Well, ask Steele how having a vendetta against me has gone for him.. and enjoy watching me tear your team apart, too."
"Fuck you-"
Adolph laughed, turning the com off and vaulted over the divider between the freeway directions and ran southbound until he reached the underpass where he chucked his phone in to the bed of a passing pickup before ducking in to a utility access hatch. He could already hear the emergency vehicles trying to get to the crash, and knew there would be a massive hunt for him soon enough, but he also knew the tunnels, and how to get out of the city undetected.
A knock at the door broke Rain's focus on looking for a cheap ticket 'north', trying to figure out where and how would be the best bet for her to go.
"Ms. Emerson.." A male voice called through the door. "are you in there?"
"Yes? Who's there?"
"I am an associate of Agent Steele, whom you spoke with earlier." The man replied. "May I come in?"
".. yeah, sure." She sighed, unlocking and opening the door. She started to say something more, but realized who, or what, she was speaking to and just stared. The 'man' if he could be called that was nearly as tall as Adolf, muscular in nature, and had a series of mechanical augmentations all over his body. His legs were elongated and made digitigrade, his arms had been extended as well and now ended in almost reptilian clawed 'hands'.
"You are no doubt wondering why I am here." The cyborg said, seeming to not notice her stunned expression as he walked in. "Especially seeing as you were most helpful with your information to Agent Steele earlier. This is partly a wellness check, and partly a formality, there were a few very minor and likely highly irrelevant questions we need to ask you."
"Huh..? Wellness check?"
"Yes, you see we were able to locate the Wolf you know as 'Adolph' very nearby here, fleeing eastbound. We were concerned that he had stopped here to make sure you could not provide any more information."
".. I see. No wolf here."
"I see that, and I am glad you are unharmed." He replied. "If you are not too occupied, may I ask you a few additional questions?"
"Sure, anything to help catch that monster."
"How did you meet him?"
"Not sure why that's relevant.. but.. uhm.. that morning about two weeks ago I had gotten the call that my fiance had been killed in battle, he was deployed in Tucson, and I had to get out of my apartment. So I went for a walk.. a long walk all over the city, it started raining but I was so numb I didn't even really notice.. finally some time that night I just couldn't walk anymore and I sat on a bus bench.. sat there for hours in the pouring rain.. after midnight, don't really know what time it was.. Adolph comes up to me thinking I'm casing the dealership he works security for or something.. but.. I kinda explain why I'm there and... he invites me in out of the rain... 'couple nights later I brought him Chinese food at work.."
"I see... how did you end up living in his apartment?"
".. I got evicted from mine because my fiance's parents are assholes, and he was kind the only friend I have."
"Interesting."
"Target spotted," Agent Steele's voice suddenly came over the cyborg's com, "he just crossed the fourteen and is now running across the roof of the Costco. I'm going to try and get him to go to ground level for you two."
"Just kill the fucker." A different voice replied.
"If I can." Agent Steele's voice was followed by the sound of machine gun fire before the cyborg disabled his com.
".. I thank you for your time, Ms. Emerson." The cyborg said politely. "I would ask more questions, however it appears that the situation has gotten somewhat hairy with my compatriots, and I must assist them."
".. yeah, good luck." She replied, secretly hoping for Adolph to kill the disturbing man machine hybrid.
"Thank you." The Cyborg showed himself to the door.
".. Fuck." Rain muttered, and quickly went through the house, packing what she could in a backpack. If Adolph survived the encounter, they would be back for her. If he didn't, she just didn't want to be anywhere near the city.. either way, she wanted to vanish, and fast.
She pulled out the bottom drawer in the dresser and found the cache Adolph had mentioned. It had a good amount of cash in it, as well as a small amount of food and some basic medical supplies. She put the cash in her pocket and threw the rest in her backpack.
Once everything was ready, she called a cab and headed downstairs to the coffee shop to wait for it.
"Hey Rain, you OK?" Paul asked as she walked in. "You look kinda shaken up and... that guy came in saying you were in danger."
"I'm fine." She sighed. "At least I think I'm fine... but I've got to leave town, I'm sorry."
"It's OK, I understand.." Paul nodded. "'specially since he has to ghost and all. If you got a forwarding address I'll mail your paycheck to ya."
".. don't worry about it, I don't know where I'm going, and.. don't know how much I want to be found when I get there."
".. Gotcha." He popped the register drawer open and counted out some cash before handing it to her. "This isn't as much as you would be getting, but.. becoming scarce requires green."
"Thanks, Paul.."
"No problem." He smiled. "I'm sorry things didn't work out for you here.. especially with wolf-man. For what it's worth, he likes you. Probably more than he even knows."
".. don't remind me."
"Ouch, you like him too, don't you?"
".. I'm not even sure." She shook her head, "I learned things about him today that.. I really didn't want to know.. and I'm just confused now.. and now he's probably going to get killed because he's apparently got a team of highly trained killers after him, including one that's some kind of cyborg."
"I wouldn't count him out yet, Rain." Paul gave her a reassuring smile and started to make a drink. "Wolves are incredibly resourceful and exceptionally good at surviving... and that one.. I don't know how he did in training, but when he got switched to the school of hard knocks, he had some hellish classes, but he excelled."
"I just doubt I'll ever see him again." | null | [] |
"If he survives this mess.." he set the drink on the counter for her. "he will find you, even if it means traveling to the ends of the Earth to do so."
"Thanks.." She picked it up, sniffing it and taking a sip. It was hot chocolate with.. something she couldn't place. ".. what is this?"
"Perfect thing for you. Hot chocolate with a healthy dose of irish cream, dash of cinnamon, peppermint and a hint of chipotle.."
".. You have irish cream back there?"
"Of course not, that wouldn't be legal since I don't have a liquor license!"
".. of course." She laughed. "It's good.. Uhm.. my cab is here."
"Good knowing ya, Rain. Hope I see you again some day."
".. you too Paul, thanks for everything." She waved, running off for her cab to the bus station.
The cabby had the news running, which was covering a massive accident on the fourteen northbound near L, six confirmed casualties. Supposedly caused by a renegade black Wolf, which police were organizing a search for. She wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad, he was alive.. but he'd caused six deaths?
Otherwise the cab ride was quite uneventful. At the bus station, she got a ticket on the first bus out, which was heading up to Oregon, though she only got a ticket as far as Red Bluff. She would find somewhere else to go from there.
Chapter 7
".. how the fuck did we lose Orcus?" Reaper muttered, pacing about the BlackHawk, occasionally looking over where the body bag was laying. "This should be a routine, easy mission for us."
"Mortality is a risk of our profession, Reaper." Anubis replied, calm as death itself.
"I say we find the fucker.." Morana growled. "and shove a hand grenade up it's ass, for Orcus."
"I don't wanna get that close again." Thanatos started to laugh, then winced because laughing hurt. He had no serious injuries, but did get pretty badly bruised.
".. It's not a routine easy mission." Steele said with a sigh. "He's fast, he's mean, he's smart and he's practically immune to pain."
"Not to mention," Murphy added "he's tangled with CLAWS before, not to mention possibly other agencies."
"Alright then.." Reaper turned to Steele. "How do we beat him?"
".. I wish I knew." Steel replied. "The main thing is.. never try to take him on solo, and try to keep him from splitting us up."
"What else is there, any weaknesses?"
"Not that I know of.." Steele considered. "He does seem to enjoy 'playing' with his opponents though, messing with their heads."
"Is that why he saved Thanatos?"
"Quite possibly." Steele nodded. He had another theory, but he didn't want to bring that one up to Reaper, yet.
"Here that, kid?" Morana laughed. "You're alive because the Wolf is a twisted fucker."
".. you should like him then." Thanatos replied.
"Fuck you."
".. thought you preferred girls." Thanatos started laughing, but stopped quickly.. ".. ow. Laughing hurts."
"Serves ya right, you little shit." Morana smirked.
"If you two are done acting like school children.." Reaper snapped. "We're trying to focus on avenging Orcus."
".. sorry boss." Thanatos replied.
"Morana, what about the girl?" Reaper asked.
"I'm not sure. I think she's not entirely sure herself on her feelings. More than likely she liked him, prior to learning the truth about him from Steele."
"Steele, how do you think the Wolf feels about her?"
"She was probably a plaything until he got bored of her."
"So.." Reaper paced the floor shaking his head. "she won't make good bait, and she won't know where he's going?"
".. that's about the size of it."
"Murphy, do we still have his phone being tracked?" Reaper asked.
"We do, I can send LEOs to investigate, if you want?"
"No." Reaper and Steele replied in unison.
"We don't want to send a group of cops to their death." Steele finished.
"Thanatos," Reaper turned to the kid. "Can you shoot?"
"Sure boss," Thanatos nodded, "more than a few shots'll hurt like hell, but I can shoot."
"All right.." Reaper nodded. "What we're going to do is investigate the phone signal. We'll take Sleipnir out until we find it. Anubis, you and I will be on the ground. Morana will take the controls, Thanatos, you will be on the gun port with your rifle. Steele, Murphy, you two are welcome to come along for the ride."
"It's likely a decoy," Steele replied. "Besides, I hate flying. I'll stay behind."
"I'm down," Murphy replied. "I want to be there to see that bastards head explode."
"All right then, let's roll." Reaper nodded, the team and Murphy leaving the BlackHawk and Steele in peace.
"You are one perplexing beast, Adolph." Steele muttered once he was alone. "You only killed Orcus because he started lobbing grenades, didn't you? They're blaming you for the six casualties on the freeway, but the only one you caused was Orcus."
He called up the Syracuse case and began going through the file again, first place he looked was the photos of the victim, on a whim he brought up the photo of the Tampa rape victim. The more he thought about it, and now looking at them side by side, it was starting to make sense that Adolph wasn't responsible for those nineteen women. The woman in Tampa, he body was pristine, barely even bruised, other than the damage done to her anus, vagina and throat.
The Syracuse woman had firstly not been orally raped, as well he body was covered in claw and bite marks. She was killed by way of a modified shock collar that had been made to run extremely high power, yet all the other victims were either killed by the rape itself, or by having their neck broken. He cast the Tampa case aside, and made a note to check in to that further when he got back to Wolf Point, it probably was not Adolph.
Returning to the Syracuse case file, he spread the pictures out on the desk, looking at them, looking at the collars. He began discarding any photos without collars in them. Then he saw it, the thing that had nagged him about the case the first time. All of the Beasts were still wearing their collars, except one. All of the Beasts had to be physically drug away from their owners corpse, except one.
One of only two females, a German shepherd bitch, was found hiding in a corner, curled up in the fetal position, her collar several feet away, discarded. Everyone assumed she was curled up because she was scared of Adolph. She never said anything though, and she violently fought them trying to put a collar on her, until one of the local uniforms walker her without one.
He had never bothered to read much further about the Syracuse case, because he didn't need to concern himself with the civilian Beasts. His concern had been catching the Beast that did it, not figuring out 'why' he did it.
Examinations on each of the Beasts showed the same things, shock burns on the neck, evidence of repeated sexual abuse. All of them would ask after 'mistress', except the one female. Most also offered themselves, directly or indirectly, to be 'used' by those examining them. It was starting to make a lot more sense, and he hated to admit it but if his theory was right.. he would almost feel bad for having to kill Adolph.
"Well shit." Reaper's voice came over the com. "We've got his phone in the back of a pickup. See if you can figure out where he might have run off to, Steele. We're on our way back."
"That's what I expected," Steele nodded, closing the Syracuse case file, he would look further in to that another time, and bringing up a multilevel layout of Lancaster. "On it. The last place any cameras caught him was where the fourteen passes under L. I suspect that's where he discarded his phone. Unfortunately, I'm not seeing anyplace to go from there. There's a utility access hatch, the utility tunnels are full of sensors though, and have already been checked over."
"Try looking for the Lancaster Subway plans." Thanatos replied.
"Lancaster doesn't have a subway?"
"They were building on in the 20s. Unfortunately there were some shady backroom dealings, the company that was building it went under, and the city decided that it was too expensive. There's a lot of partial tunnels."
"How do you know this, Thanatos?" Reaper asked, laughing.
"My grandad worked on it."
"He's right." Steele replied, calling up a map. ".. and looks like one of the tunnels is very close to the utility hatch. It's possible they're connected?"
"We'll meet you there." Reaper replied.
"Roger." Steele took a moment to send off an inquiry as to the current status and location of the Beasts from the Syracuse case before getting his bike and heading across town. Traffic was still a mess on the freeway, both directions now, but he was still able to beat the Alphas to the underpass.
He didn't have to wait long though, Sleipnir hovered down just beside the over pass, the rear hatch opening to let Anubis, Reaper and Morana jump out.
"Thanatos won't be joining us?" Steele asked.
"No," Reaper shook his head, "he's still feeling the clocking Adolph gave him, and he's not the most useful in the tighter confines of tunnels."
"True." Steele pulled the access hatch open.
"I will take point." Anubis said, dropping down the hatch, ignoring the ladder.
"If Adolph is down here," Steele said, climbing down the ladder, "and ends up on the offensive, he will strike from the sides and rear. He'll use hit and run tactics to try to get us shaken and possibly split up."
"Noted." Reaper nodded, following Steele down. "How are his senses?"
"Keen." Steele clicked his flashlight on. "He'll see us whether we have lights or not, he'll hear us coming, and depending on airflow, smell us."
"I'll bring up the rear," Morana announced, closing the hatch before dropping down the ladder, "see if I can stalk the stalker."
"Just be careful, Morana." Reaper said, turning a head lamp on, to keep both hands for his scythe. "I've already lost one Alpha today."
"I'll be fine."
"I have found the access to the tunnels." Anubis called from a tunnel."His scent will be easy to follow."
"Good to know." Steele headed down the tunnel, followed by Reaper, he had already lost sight of Morana, but that didn't surprise him. "It is nice being on a slightly more even playing field with the enemy."
"Even nothin'." Reaper laughed. "Anubis is superior to a Beast."
"Behold." Anubis stood by what looked to be an old rusted out piece of equipment, before pushing it aside to reveal a narrow stairwell going down. "A concealed access.. to what though?"
"We'll find out." Steele laughed.
The stairwell was fairly short, but steep, ending in a short hallway with a door at the end. The air was beginning to smell odd, as well as noises that seemed strange for underground could be heard through the door.
Anubis pushed the door open, and the narrow tunnel was filled with the smell of unwashed people, fires, unknown meats cooking, drugs, etc. all mingled together, and the general din of a large group of people.
Stepping through the door, they found themselves in what would have been a station on the plans, but was now an underground shantytown. It didn't look like movies like to portray them, there were very few structures, a few dotted the scape, but it was mostly fences where individuals had claimed their territory, or just beds and random furniture. The area was lit mostly by small electric lights, and occasional fires.
"Well done, ya found the underground." An old man with only one eye laughed as he walked up to them. "Now, ya look way too pretty to belong down here.. and not spiffed enough to be coppers.. so I really suggest ya just turn around and go back to the surface where you belong, 'cause .. really, you don't wanna be down here with us.."
"We're looking for someone." Steele replied. "He would have come through this passage about two hours ago."
".. big fella?" The old man asked. "Dark, swift and silent as death?"
"That would be the one."
"That way.." he pointed. "don't know him, don't care to know him, don't care to know why you want him.. just leave us in peace."
"We have no intention of bringing trouble on your home, sir."
"Good." The old man nodded, and wandered away, coughing.
".. did you notice his tattoo?" Reaper asked as they headed the direction he had pointed.
"No?" Steele replied.
"That man was a Marine."
"A long time ago."
"Once a Marine, always a Marine." Reaper snapped. ".. I just wonder why he's down here..?"
".. yeah, you're young and have a military background." Steele nodded and sighed. "In the late 20s, despite everything president Mareno did to help this country, the homeless population kept rising."
"There's practically no homeless now?"
".. just none visible." Steele replied. "When she turned down the nomination for a fifth term in '32 and was replaced by JTR, it didn't take long for certain measures getting passed. No one really noticed or cared at the time.. but they paved the way to work on systematically clearing the homeless and shuffling them off to private prisons.
"Then in '51, there were the 'hobo riots', nasty affair those. Made a royal mess of this country for almost a year, finally certain laws got repealed.. but, especially after the riots the homeless were less welcome than they had been before, by law enforcement and civilians a like.
"Pretty much every city has something like this now. The homeless hide underground, living off what they steal or get from various aid services. As long as they behave fairly well, the cops don't bother with trying to find them- and they like to keep it that way. They police themselves very well, and won't harbor fugitives if they can help it."
"Still.. a Marine down here?"
"More common than you would think, kiddo." Steele shook his head. "It's been a problem for a hundred years or more... our boys come back from battle with wounds no one can see... they can't quite fit in to normal society, and we don't do enough to help them. Instead they end up unemployed and eventually without a home. And with this war with Mexico, we're going to see an insurgence."
"It makes me sick." Reaper sighed. ".. and kind glad I switched over to CLAWS."
"The pay increase is nice, too." Anubis laughed.
"Yeah, definitely."
"Are we still on Adolph's train, Anubis?" Steele asked.
"Yes." Anubis replied. "It is likely he is moving much faster than we are, the trail is fading."
"Not surprised there." Steele nodded. "I'm not sure where, if anyplace, these tunnels come out."
"It has to open somewhere." Reaper said. "Note the slightly moving air. As well, the shantytown back there would have suffocated long ago if there were none."
"True. Doesn't mean they actually let out anywhere, and don't just have air vents."
"Yeah." Reaper checked his com. "No signal down here so we can't call up to Thanatos to find out, either."
"I believe," Anubis said, "that means we continue to walk until we find our prey, a wall, or the exit."
"I suppose so." Steele nodded.
After nearly an hour of walking and idle chatter, mostly speculating about the upcoming elections, the group hit the end of the tunnel, just a dirt wall where diffing had stopped probably sixty years ago.
"Well, shit." Reaper muttered. "Did we pass him, or did learn to teleport?"
"We might have passed him." Steele replied. "When I was chasing him in an old building, more than once he found a way to hang from the ceiling..."
"Fuckin' spiderwolf."
"Oi, idiots." Morana snapped, "Feel the fuckin' air. It's moving and it's kinda warm. There's a vent in here somewhere. Fucker probably climbed out."
"She is correct." Anubis said, now clinging to the dirt wall. "I have found his trail, unfortunately, I do not believe an unmodified human can make this climb."
"Go ahead Anubis." Reaper replied. "Find out where it comes out, and have Thanatos pick us up from the entrance."
"Affirmative."
"And don't do anything stupid. Don't try to catch up with and engage the target on your own."
"Affirmative." Anubis replied, pulling himself in to a hole in the ceiling and quickly vanishing from sight.
"All right." Reaper said, turning to the others. "Let's double time it back, think you can keep up, old man?"
"Real question is, can you keep up?"
The run back to the surface took just shy of twenty minutes, as much as Steele hated to admit it, the young 'former' Marine was faster.
".. Not bad for an old man." Reaper laughed as they walked back up the stairs.
"Next time," Steele replied. "we go for endurance."
"Oh for fucks sake!" Morana snapped, "Just whip them out and compare already!"
"Why?" Reaper smirked at her. "We already know yours is bigger."
"Fuck you."
"You keep using that phrase," Reaper said, "I do not think it means what you think it means."
"About time you showed back up, Alex." Murphy's voice came over the com when they reached the utility access. "I got good news, great news, and bad news."
"Give me the bad, first." Steele replied.
"HQ needs me and the BlackHawk back, so I gotta fly."
"Roger. Good news?"
"The information you requested on the Syracuse Case came in, I synched the case file to your phone for you."
"Thanks." Steele pulled out his phone to check. "And the great news?"
"Well, once Anubis popped up and gave us a location, we were able to pick Adolph up on a security camera from a couple hours ago and determined the direction he went."
"Nice work, which way?" Steele climbed up the ladder and pushed the hatch open.
"Oh, it gets better." Murphy laughed. "Thanatos and I had been trying to figure out how we would skip town off the radar if we needed to. Decided that hitching a ride on a semi, with or without the driver's knowledge, would be the best bet. So, I searched truck stops in range from where he was spotted, and.. check your phone."
"Alright..?" Steele brought the phone out and held it for Reaper and Morana to see as well, a video popped up, it was rather poor quality security camera footage, but it was pretty clearly a black wolf stowing in to a large sewer pipe on a semi trailer. "Good work, Murph."
"I just got done figuring out the trucking company that belongs to, and I put in a request for the tracking information for that truck." Murphy replied. "As well, Thanatos has the feeds incoming from a series of traffic cameras, with software searching for that truck."
"Excellent work, guys."
"Speaking of Thanatos..." Reaper indicated to Sleipnir hovering beside the over pass with the back open and ropes hanging down. "Looks like our ride is here."
"All aboard!" Thanatos called. "I've got us a hit on our truck, shouldn't take us long to catch up."
*I10E near Palm Springs, CA*
Adolph stretched inside the concrete pipe he'd stowed away in, it was mid afternoon by the look of it, so he gathered he had only dozed for a couple hours. The events of the last twenty four hours were wearing on him, between being shot, the stunt with the bus, and the motorcycle.. he hurt. He only hoped that he had enough of a lead on CLAWS, and that Rain was well on her way to being away from the whole mess.
He sighed, staring at the hair tie on his wrist. It all felt so familiar. His mind wandered back to Lorelei..
*That morning, the mistress had beaten them both for no other reason than Lorelei had snuggled up to him to sleep. He took the brunt of the beating, intentionally diverting the mistress' rage to himself. Not that it did much to him, the crop left welts and drew blood a time or two, but pain only served to strengthen his resolve. Unlike Lorelei, he could tell every day she was getting closer to breaking.*
*Throughout the day, the mistress continued in rare form. It seemed something had upset her, and she was taking it out on her 'pets', all of them. The abused carried over in to her standard 'use' of Adolph, repeated beatings with the crop or shocks from his collar for no real reason.*
*Finally he snapped. The events that transpired blurred in his mind, he tried to forget them. He remembered the feeling of the mistress pinned beneath him, the shock collar going off against his neck.. Lorelei whimpering in the other room as her collar was linked to his. He remembered the feeling of the mistress breaking, the look of sheer terror in her eyes when she realized she was no longer in control and was to be his play thing. He dreaded the memory of how incredible the power felt, and how good her blood tasted.*
*When he finally finished with her, she lay broken beneath him, dead inside.. the same way she had broken so many before him. Her face was blank and emotionless, but her eyes had the look of someone awaiting the sweet release of death.*
*He had wrapped his collar around her neck, and tucked the remote back in to her hand, giving her a dark smile, before finding Lorelei and removing her collar.*
"I'm sorry." He whispered to her and turned away. As he heard the mistress activate the shock collar, he smiled and took off at a run, his only goal getting as far from the mansion as possible before authorities caught wind of what had happened.*
Here he was again, giving up everything to protect the one he cared about. For a moment he wondered what had happened to Lorelei. He would probably never know, but he liked to hope she had been taken in by someone who actually cared about her and treated her well.
He perked an ear, catching the sound of CLAWS aircraft over the roar of the wind through the tube. He hoped they were just passing over head, but he knew it to be unlikely. This was not an ideal location to fight, but that might give him an advantage.
A moment later, a large figure swung in to the pipe with him. For a moment he stared at the newcomer, a cyborg.. apparently created to be able to compete with Beasts. This would be fun.
"You would be Adolph." The Cyborg said, making it more a statement than a question. "I am Anubis, I am here to send you on to the afterlife. I do not suppose you would be interested in a peaceful execution?"
"Hmph." Adolph smirked. "How about you just throw yourself out of the tube and we tell your bosses I kicked your ass?"
"They would find that doubtful."
"Then.." Adolph sighed. "I guess we fight."
"We do." Anubis smiled, leaping at Adolph with a growl, long metal claws extending from his fingertips.
Adolph calmly spun around in a kick, his foot colliding with the cyborg's torso and sending him staggering back. Pounces only work on an unaware or startled foe, Adolph was neither. He pushes the offensive with a growl.
The two traded strikes for what felt like an eternity, nearly evenly matched. Anubis was slightly faster, but Adolph was tougher and a more intelligent fighter, both covered in superficial wounds.. minor bleeding, but nothing that would even require stitches.
".. You are fun!" Anubis growled, briefly pinning Adolph to the side of the pipe and trying to headbutt him, only managing the put a crack in the pipe as Adolph ducked beneath it and kicked him away. "I have not been so challenged in years!"
Adolph shook his head, trying to find an opening for dealing with this hybrid. A soft 'twang' interrupted his thoughts, and a small dart went narrowly by his head and punching in to Anubis' shoulder. He turned briefly, seeing a plain looking woman with a small crossbow at the other end of the pipe.
".. Morana." Anubis, pulling the dark out. "You missed him."
"Sorr-" The woman began to reply but was cut short by Adolph charging her, grabbing a hold of the top edge of the pipe and kicking her out of the pipe while flipping himself to the top of the pipe.
Adolph looked up, the CLAWS craft was just above him, before he could take an action though a blur of black came flying out, landing on another pipe on the truck. A tall, thin man in a black cloak stood before him, spinning a scythe out from under his cloak.
"You will pay for what you did to Orcus, and Morana." The cloaked man said, calm as death itself.
"Get in line." Adolph sighed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Anubis climbing out of the pipe. He moved in to get inside the range of the scythe, forcing the tall man backwards. The scythe moved like lightning though, several times coming close enough to nick Adolph, while he couldn't get a solid strike on him.
Adolph ducked aside, making the risky move of swinging back in to the final pipe on the truck, the man with the scythe following him down, but finding the quarters too close to use the scythe, forcing him to engage Adolph unarmed and quickly finding himself outmatched.
Adolph caught the man with a solid punch to the chest, followed by slamming his head in to the side of the pipe, before flipping back to the outside of the pipe just as Anubis climbed in to it. Atop the pipe, Adolph noticed the aircraft pulling away as he tore through the lashings holding the pipes in place.
As Adolph jumped back on to a pipe still in place, Anubis leaped from the falling pipe to tackle Adolph, pinning him to the pipes.. until the truck driver realize he lost part of his load and slammed on the breaks, causing Adolph and Anubis to tumble forward.
The two wrestled for control for a moment, which ended with Anubis holding Adolph in a choke hold. Adolph could see the aircraft swing around and a sniper scope poking out the side.
"I have a shot." A voice came over Anubis' com.
"Take it." Anubis growled.
"Thanatos, do not take that shot!" Steele's voice came over the com.
"Kill the fucker!" Morana came over, sounding in great pain.
Adolph smirked. He knew the same scene would be playing in Steele's head as they argued whether or not to take the shot.
"It's not clear!" A female voice came over Tomahawk's com while Tomahawk held Adolph in a partial lock.*
"Jezibel, take the shot!" Steele's voice ordered.*
*Adolph heard the minute sound of the rifle mechanism over Tomahawk's com, and twisted, pulling Tomahawk around even as the bullet fired. He could feel the force of the bullet hitting Tomahawk, as the scent of blood filled the air. The woman's voice screamed over the com...*
"Take the shot!" Anubis ordered.
Adolph smirked as he heard the rifle mechanism over Anubis' com, deja-vu. He pulled forward, flipping Anubis in front of him to block the bullet, there was a dull 'thump' as the bullet burst apart on impact with Anubis' body, blood filled the air.
".. well played.." Anubis coughed, losing his hold on Adolph. He looked almost pleased with this outcome.
Adolph grabbed Anubis' com, before dropping off the stopped truck to get out of the snipers line of sight.
"Two down," He growled in to the com. "Four to go. Should have listened to Steele, Thanatos."
"Burn in hell!" The man with the scythe screamed at him, flipping the scythe around to point the end at him, there was the sound of a gunshot and a bullet tore past Adolph, grazing his shoulder.
It took Adolph a moment to realize the scythe was the gun, and that it's wielder was still off balance from his little ride. He charged the scythe wielding man, just body slamming him to the pavement.
"I warned you.." Adolph growled. "How many more do I have to kill before you people leave me alone?"
"You're a monster." The man spat at him. "The more you kill, the more of us will come, and we will kill-"
Adolph cut him short by slamming his head in to the pavement to knock him out, he could see the sniper lining up another shot, and opted against finishing the job. He ducked under the stopped truck, and took off at a run, really hoping they would stop to regroup before coming at him again.
He realized a moment later that he'd had to abandon his bag at the truck, leaving him with just the cash he had in his pocket and no supplies at all, not even a first aid kit, which he would need next time he stopped. He would have to solve that issue later.
Chapter 8
*Banning, CA*
"What's our status?" Reaper asked, sitting in a hospital bed. Next to Anubis he'd taken the worst of it from the fight, nurses said he was lucky to have survived at all.
"HQ has offered to send in backup." Steele replied. "They're saying it will be about a week though, all teams are currently deployed."
"Not acceptable." Reaper nodded. "We already lost a day because of that clusterfuck yesterday. How are Thanatos and Morana?"
"Thanatos is fine, still a little sore.. and a bit shaken from shooting Anubis, but he's handling it better than I expected. Morana is on some good anti-inflammatory painkillers, beaten to hell but in damn good shape considering she got kicked out of a truck going about sixty."
"Doctors said they want to keep me for observation until tomorrow" Reaper said. "But they understand the circumstances so we can gather here to plan our next move."
"Back at HQ I have Murph trying to track Adolph down for us."
"Good." Reaper nodded again. "Hey Steele.. got a favor to ask you?"
"Yeah?"
"Back home, I've got a girl.. if I don't make it through this mission, can you make that call for me? Anubis was going to..."
"Some Marine, get a concussion and you start thinking you're going to die.." Steele laughed. ".. seriously though, I can do that.. I've made that call a few too many times."
"Thank you. Now, let's get the team together and figure out our plan of action."
"Sounds good." Steele hit his com, calling Thanatos and Morana in.
"We need a plan." Reaper said once the other two were present. "We can't keep chasing him, that puts the fight on his terms and his terrain. We need to make the fight on our terms.. how do we do that?"
"Can we anticipate where he's going to go?" Morana asked.
"Not really." Steele replied. "We have been trying to do that for two years, and the closest we came I now think is bullshit. The nineteen rape/murder cases we thought were him, I no longer believe they were his work. Even if they were, the pattern I had worked out is broken by him coming to Lancaster. I've got Murphy trying to locate him now, but that's a hard task."
"What about weaknesses?" Reaper asked.
"None that I know of." Steele replied.
".. I may have one." Thanatos said. "Anyone besides me notice the yellow hair tie on his wrist?"
"Not really.." Reaper shook his head.
"Well, being observant is why you have me around." Thanatos chuckled. "Both on the freeway, and on the truck, he had a yellow hair tie wrapped around his wrist. I had been trying to figure out why, since he doesn't have hair to pull back.
"Then it struck me.. I have a picture of my girlfriend in my wallet, Reaper has his locket with his fiancee's picture, Orcus always had a picture of his son.."
"Yeah," Reaper nodded. "We all have pictures of those we love, what's your point?"
"Wolves are a heavily scent focused creature." Thanatos said. "That hair tie would smell like it's owner, most likely Rain.. it's basically his 'picture' of her. He likely grabbed it on his way out the door."
"So Rain probably knows more than she told Anubis." Morana said.
"Most likely." Thanatos nodded.
"Raise the heat a little." Reaper replied. "Pick her up, we'll put some pressure on her to tell us where Adolph was going to meet her. Do we know where she is?"
"No, but we can find her." Morana replied.
"Do it." Reaper nodded. "Morana, you and Thanatos pick her up when you figure out where she is. Steele, can you find us a good base of operations, since the BlackHawk had to go back to HQ?"
"Sure." Steele nodded. He hated getting Rain further involved, but he knew Adolph cared for her. Of course, he has to wonder if invoking the beasts direct ire by messing with his 'pack' was a good move or not.
*Quartzsite, AZ*
Adolph awoke in an old abandoned hotel room, a glance at the boarded up windows showed no light coming through. He wondered how long he had slept, probably at least eight hours considering the last couple days- he needed it, and no telling when he would have the good fortune of finding an abandoned hotel to sleep in.
He wondered if he wanted to risk a truck stop again. He'd taken enough of a risk stealing a medical bag from an ambulance in Blythe. On the other hand though, trekking across that desert on foot was hell.
Slipping out of his temporary lodgings in to the darkness, he glanced around the ghost town of a 'city', if not for the freeway running through it, it wouldn't be around anymore. As it was, most of the businesses were barely hanging on, and many had gone under. Increased speed limits and hydrogen cell cars had taken their toll on towns like this. That worked for Adolph though, the town was dark and quiet, a glow came from the businesses by the freeway, but very little else.
"Stay here a while." He muttered to himself, stalking the streets looking for a viable source of food, preferably with minimal human interaction. "Minimal chance for collateral damage if they catch up to me, I'll have time to get a feel for the terrain.. other than there's minimal cover from air the air.. will have to see."
He found what he was hoping for, the grocery store that served the residents of Quartzsite, and more importantly, it's dumpster. He quickly recovered an assortment of food that while having past what humans called 'bad', was still more than acceptable.
If he was going to stick around Quartzsite, he would need to get a stock of food and supplies. He figured he would work on trying to rebuild his 'bug out' bag, to an extent at least, before he moved on.
*Red Bluff, CA*
Rain sat in a quiet coffee shop, drinking a strong espresso. She hadn't slept other than briefly on the bus ride up. She looked down again at the paper, a strange accident on the I10 had killed four people, she couldn't help but wonder if Adolph was in some way responsible for a semi truck losing a huge chunk of sewer pipe.
She sighed, rising to leave the coffee shop, she just wished this hell to be over. Part of her wished she had never even run in to Adolph, then her life would just be miserable, not a miserable unpredictable chaos.
Looking about, she saw the lights of a truck stop and headed for it, hoping to hitch a ride .. anywhere but here. After a moment of waiting around, she saw a trucker that looked promising, a middle aged woman, southern girl by the look of her, driving alone.
"Excuse me.." She approached the woman, taking advantage of her disheveled appearance from lack of sleep. "I hate to be a bother.. but I .. I just need to get out of this town. You think I could hitch a ride.. however far you're willing to take me? I have money, I can pay if you need it."
"You look like you have troubles, hun." The woman replied, she had a slight southern accent, looking her over. "Needing to get out of town in a hurry an' not caring where to.. what's got ya on the run?"
"I.. uh.." Rain hesitated a little, looking at the ground, "It's my 'boyfriend'... I had to get out, and he'll come looking for me.. I can't take it anymore."
"Oh! You poor dear!" The lie worked like a charm. "I've been there before, only I married the bastard. He'd get to drinking an' he'd get mean.. thought I could change him, hah! Took me a while to get out of that one.. part of why I drive a truck now, makes it harder for him to track me down.. So I got this load going to Spokane, you're welcome at least that far hun."
"Thank you, ma'am." Rain smiled, she hated lying, but the truth would just sound crazy.
"It's Reba, got a name?"
"Rain."
"Well Rain," Reba said, detaching the hydrogen line and climbing in to the cab, "hop in. We got a long stretch of dark road to put between you an' that abuse."
"Thank you." Rain climbed in to the cab of the truck and settled in. The long drive was initially filled with idle small talk that she barely noticed, until she finally drifted to sleep somewhere near Redding.
Some time later she awoke to the truck stopping. At first she figured Reba was just stopping for food or sleep, until she realized the cab was flooded with white light, like a floodlight.
"Sorry for the trouble," A young man said, standing by Reba's door, "I am Agent Jason Reed of the FBI. I need you and your passenger to step out of the vehicle, please."
"What seems to be the issue, sir?" Reba asked, not opening her door just yet.
"Your passenger, ma'am," Reed replied, "she's wanted for assaulting an officer, and armed robbery."
"Bullshit!" Rain snapped. "You're not even FBI, are you?"
"This trouble maker with your ex, hun?" Reba asked, revving the trucks engine.
"I wouldn't advise doing anything stupid," Reed snapped, "I don't know what lies this little she-devil has told you, but I assure you she is dangerous. I've already lost two team trying to catch her, and we're authorized to use lethal force on her *and anyone aiding her*, so think good and hard before you give me cause to shoot you."
"Go to he-" Reba started.
"You've done enough Reba." Rain cut her off with a sigh, opening her door. "I don't want you, or anyone else, getting hurt because of me. He's half right, I did lie to you.. it's not a boyfriend I'm running from, it's .. life, I haven't done anything, but I got caught in the middle of some chaos.. too many have already been hurt because of it, even innocent bystanders.. Most of them by this very organization."
"What?" Reba stared at her for a moment. ".. the heck is going on here?"
"The less you know, the better." Reed replied. "Just carry on, and forget about this whole thing."
"He's right." Rain nodded, stepping out of the truck. "I'm sorry for getting you involved at all."
"Alright. Not the weirdest thing I've ever run in to on the road. Good luck hun."
"Thank you for everything, Reba." Rain replied.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Reed stepped back from the truck, waving her on.
".. So," Rain said after Reba pulled away, "who the fuck are you, really, and what do you want with me?"
"I am Agent Thanatos of CLAWS." Reed replied.
"Th' fuck are 'claws'?"
"We are the people hunting that god forsaken wolf friend of yours."
"Friend? I was just tryi-"
"Save it!" Thanatos snapped. "We've figured out your little ruse. He's going to evade or kill us, and circle around to meet up with you somewhere, isn't he?"
"No."
"No? How am I supposed to believe that?"
"Why would he?" Rain snapped. "Isn't he supposed to be some kind of serial rapist and mass murderer? Th' hell would he want with me, aside from rape and or murder?"
".. I don't know lady." Thanatos growled. "How do you explain him having one of your hair ties around his wrist?"
"I don't know."
"Look, you can argue all you want.. but you are coming with me. You're going to answer to Reaper, and your Wolf has killed two of his team, and given the other three a bit of a beating.. so he's *not* happy."
"Yeah, sure. You're not getting me anywhere, asshole."
".. Morana?"
"Wha-" Rain started, slightly confused, before an arm wrapped around her neck, and a hand came up holding a rag with a slightly sweet chemical odor and pressed it to her face. Logic quickly told her it was Chloroform, she tried to pull away from her silent assailant without breathing.
"Quit fighting it." Morana said behind her, a cold edge to her voice. "It will go so much easier if you just relax and take a couple deep breathes."
Rain's only response was struggling, and flipping Morana off before elbowing her. Her efforts only earned her a solid punch to the stomach from Thanatos, knocking the wind out of her and forcing her to take a breath across the rag. She fought it a moment longer, her senses blurring and mind fogging until Thanatos took another swing, causing her to black out.
*Banning, CA*
Rain slowly drifted to consciousness, for a moment wondering why she had such a headache. As her mind recalled the events on the highway, she realized she was handcuffed to a pole, in the middle of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, and apparently alone at the moment.
Pushing herself to her feet, she looked around, taking stock of her situation. Her right hand was cuffed to the pole, otherwise she was free to move about as she pleased. Her captors had ensured that nothing was in arm, or leg, reach of her. Checking over her pockets she found them empty, so unless she chewed her own hand off she was probably stuck here for a while.
"You're finally awake." Agent Steele said, walking in to the room. "Good, I was concerned that they'd drugged you a little too heavily."
".. Th' fuck do you want?" She snapped.
"What do I want?" He laughed. "I want to go home to Montana, report this case finally fucking closed, tell my friends that I've put the monster who ruined or ended their lives to rest, take Murphy to a bar to celebrate, and find a couple of cute girls to take home..
"But instead, I'm stuck here in California, chasing a slippery bastard who has already killed two more of my friends.. and I find out that the woman who seemed so nice and helpful, and so scared of the monster her 'friend' really is, apparently still cares about him, and even could have informed me of his location before he caused eight civilian casualties."
"Of course I was scared, you painted him as far more a monster than he really is."
"I tell you he raped twenty women, and you think I'm lying. He tells you he didn't and you believe him. Would a rapist really admit it?"
"He admitted to one." Rain snapped. "Fully, openly admits to everything he did to her. Did you ever stop to ask yourself *why* he raped his owner?"
"He was created to cause death and destruction, Rain." Steele sighed. "That's what he was made for, and he's male, in the midst of his assault he realizes that she could provide him with a lot more fun than just the carnage."
"Then why didn't he kill the rest of her pets?"
"That's irrelevant." Steele growled. "What is relevant now, Rain, is that we know for a fact he's raped one woman and killed six people. Not to mention caused the death of an additional eight civilians.
"What is also relevant is that you somehow seem immune to his carnage. You seem to like him, and he seems to care about you." Steele paused for moment, pacing around her. "Now, Reaper and his men think you're actually an accomplice of some form in this, maybe that you're even the one in control. I personally don't think so, because I've been on this case a lot longer than them.
"I think you managed to trigger something in that beast to give him a soft spot for you. I think you're still scared and confused and don't know exactly what is going on. I also think that you probably don't even know where he's gone, he's smart enough to know we'd get you. He probably told you he would call you, or would find you, am I right?"
".. He said he'd find me, yeah."
"Hmm. How would he find you, I wonder?"
"I wondered the same thing."
"So we have an issue here, Rain..." Steele sighed. "I need you to tell me everything Adolph told you before he left. Maybe there is something that we can use, so I don't have to turn you over to Reaper . I should tell you something about Reaper, he was a Marine.. his interrogation techniques aren't polite conversations like mine."
"He said he was going east. That's it."
"All he said was east, really? That's the best you can give me?"
"He told me to head north, stay low for a while." Rain sighed. "Said he would head east and if he evaded capture he'd come for me."
"Where were you headed, anyways?"
".. the driver I hitched a ride with was headed to Spokane. I probably would have stayed there for a little while."
"Why Spokane?"
"Because that's where her load was headed."
"Why her?"
"Lone middle age woman trucker." Rain laughed. "First, being a woman she's less likely to demand .. unreasonable payment for hitching a ride. Second, she looked like a good target for the 'abusive boyfriend' story to cover up my need t | null | [] |
o get out of town quickly and quietly, with no specific destination."
"You're good, I'll give you that." Steele chuckled.
"Yeah. Look, if you're satisfied with my story, can I leave now?"
"No can do, sorry. Reaper still wants to have a talk with you. I think he's got plans for you even if you don't know anything."
".. just fucking great." Rain snapped. "So not only does your little organization hunts and kills Beasts just because they happen to be Beasts, but you also kidnap innocent bystanders when you can't do your own fuckin' job?"
"Have it your way.." Steele shrugged, walking off.
"So you're our trouble maker's queen, eh?" A tall thin man stalked in to the room, looking pretty beaten up and leaning on a scythe. Rain guessed this would be 'Reaper'. "I really expected more trouble catching you."
"Queen? Th' hell are you on about?"
"Mistress, owner, whatever." He shrugged.
"No, I don't own him." Rain snapped.
"That's not what the police report says."
"I told the cops that so they wouldn't chase Adolph."
"Sure, sure." He smiled and nodded. "Do you want to know what I think?"
"No, but you're going to tell me anyways."
"Perceptive, I like that. Anyways, I think you've owned Adolph since he vanished from the breeding facility three years ago. You take some kind of perverse pleasure in watching the beast rape and murder women, so you find him the targets.. then sit there and watch, masturbating while he has his way with helpless women."
".. Where the hell do you get that?"
"It fits."
"Fits what?"
"Enough facts that I can convince a judge to throw you in prison for the rest of your life." Reaper gave her a wicked grin. "If that's not enough, I can also make you the mastermind behind his other killings, too. If you were to tell me where to find him, we might be more prone to believe that you're just an innocent bystander..."
"I just told Steele, I don't know where he is."
"Sure, sure. Look, just make this easier on all of us. I don't want to have to get Morana involved in the questioning."
"He's in Istanbul!" Rain snapped. "How the fuck am I supposed to know where he went?"
"Here I was trying to be polite." He moved in, backhanding her hard enough to send her sprawling. "Last chance, bitch.. just tell us where he is or how to get in touch with him, and your life will be a hell of a lot easier."
"If I knew, I'd tell you." Rain growled, pushing back to her feet. "Just so I could watch him kill every last one of your fucking assholes."
".. Morana, see if you can get anything more out of her." Reaper turned to walk away.
"Gladly." Morana's voice came from behind Rain just before she felt a fine cut across her back, slicing through her shit and barely in to her skin.
"Steele," Reaper said, walking back in to the front room, leaving Morana with Rain in the warehouse. "any thoughts on how we find Adolph? She's being very uncooperative."
"I've got Murph trying to track him down," Steele replied, trying to ignore the sounds from the warehouse. He was not a fan of torture as a means of getting information, especially when they probably didn't have any, anyways. "There's a lot of places he could have gone though."
"What do we know so far?"
"In Blythe an ambulance reported it's medical bag stolen, timing was right it could have been him. The tracking device was found in the Colorado river. Could have been him, because he was pretty beaten after the fight outside Banning and we forced him to abandon his bag."
"If we assume it was him, how far could he have gotten?"
".. It's been about a day and a half." Steele paused, thinking. "We know he hadn't slept much in a few days. We assume he's on foot. He probably stopped in Blythe to patch up, get some sleep and some new supplies. Presuming he didn't backtrack, he could be in the Phoenix metro, almost up to Flagstaff, even possibly in Las Vegas. Plus anywhere in between. That's assuming he didn't hitch a ride on a semi again."
"Shit," Reaper muttered. "That's a lot of assumptions, and a lot of ground to cover even then."
"Yeah. What's your plan, anyways?"
"We use the girl as bait, get him on our terms and take him out."
".. Trick is letting him know we have her."
"Yeah."
"What about her?"
"She's been helping him, she'll be tried as an accomplice and probably spend a few years in prison."
"That's a little harsh, don't you think?"
"A little harsh?" Reaper growled. "After her friend killed two of my men?!"
".. point taken." Steele sighed, he'd try to talk some sense in to Reaper once Adolph had been dealt with. "Let me take Sleipnir out, I can see if I can help Murph in the search, and when I find him I can try to get him to come back peacefully. If he believes we have Rain, he will probably want to do as little as possible to endanger her."
"What's to say he won't kill you?"
"If he cares about her, he won't risk it."
"Will he believe we have her?"
"He should," Steele eyed the pile of Rain's belongings on the table, and picked up her ring, "I'll take this though, for proof. She wouldn't let this go easily."
"Alright. Good luck."
"Thanks." Steele rose, sparing a glance in to the warehouse he saw Rain now naked and covered in small cuts, being pinned to the pole by Morana who was almost sensually running the tip of her dagger over Rain's breast. ".. I'm gonna need it."
Heading out, he called up the information on the Syracuse case again. There was one thing he had to look in to before he could go forward, before he could decide which was the lesser evil. He found the new information he'd requested, and with it he could hopefully find the answers to a very unpleasant question. The screen switched over to an incoming call.
"Yeah Murph, did you find him?"
"Not unless he could be in Michigan?" Murphy replied.
"Not bloody likely, why?"
"You know that serial rapist we assumed was Adolph?" Murphy asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Well, he struck again, in Battle Creek, Michigan. Report came in about an hour ago, victim has been dead about twelve hours."
"So it's not Adolph." Steele sighed. "He was southern California forty eight hours ago. Unless he flew, there's no way."
"Yeah."
"Do me a favor, search through the security cameras at Blythe truckstops, see if he got caught on one. I don't think it's him, but we need to find him."
"Roger."
"Thank Murph."
"Any time." Murpy replied before hanging up.
Climbing in to the cockpit, Steele called up the navigation system and looking at overhead maps and trying to figure out where Adolph would be. He would probably be hiding out a couple days to recover and resupply.
"He probably wouldn't stay in Blythe, too obvious if he stole the medical bag." He fired the engines up, recalling the times he'd flown through Arizona on the bike. "Phoenix and Vegas are a little far to go, especially on foot through that desert. There's that little shit-hole town though, just inside Arizona. Place is barely hanging on, has a lot of abandoned buildings, and mostly shuts down at night.. Good place to lay low, come out at night to resupply."
Setting the autopilot for Quartzsite, he called back up the Syracuse case information, and looked over the list of where the victim's Beasts had gone. Finding the one he needed, he hit the listed phone number to call.
"This is Martinez." The man on the other end answered on the second ring.
"Officer David Martinez?"
"This is he," Martinez replied. "and you are?"
"My name is Alexander Steele, I am with CLAWS. I don't know if you remember me from the nasty business in Syracuse two years ago?"
"Steele? Naw, don't think I met you. I remember that case, all too well though. How can I help you?"
"Hard case to forget." Steele replied. "I'm doing some follow up fact checking on it. According to records, you took custody of one of the victim's Beasts? A female canine modeled after German Shepherds?"
"Lorelei, yeah.. why?"
"If you still have her, I would actually like to speak to her."
"She lives here still yeah." He sound slightly offended. "Let me see if she wants to speak with you."
"Thank you." He could hear a muffled conversation on the other end.
"... Hi.." A distinctly female canine voice came on the line, she sounded rather uneasy about talking to him. "David said you wanted to talk to me about.. .."
"I had some questions about Adolph."
".. You.. what? Why?"
"There are some inconsistencies in our information, and clearing things up could greatly help with the case."
"You still haven't caught him?" She sounded relieved.
"No, we have not." Steele replied. "I was wondering what you can tell me about him."
"... uhm.." She tried to muffle the phone, but didn't do a very good job. "David.. he's asking about Adolph.. can I tell the truth, please?
"He's not a monster." She came back, sounding more confident than she had before. "He was kind to me, to all of us. He suffered *her* wrath quietly, he would even divert it away from the others, especially me, because *she* hadn't broken me yet. *She* tried everything to break him, to the point of punishing others for his actions.
"And *she* would.." She paused for a moment. ".. make us do things to entertain and pleasure her. Adolph was her favorite..."
"Just to be clear," Steele interrupted, he was disturbed by what he heard, and wanted to make absolutely certain it wasn't just his dirty mind, "she would routinely use her Beasts as sex toys?"
"..yeah.." She sounded uneasy again. "It wasn't just *her.* *She* purchased me for .. the 'boys', her three normal dogs."
"That's just.. sick." He shook his head, sickened that he thought that such a cruel person was the victim. "I realize it may be unpleasant, but.. what happened the day Adolph killed her?"
"She*.. killed herself. After Adolph was done with her..." She trailed off.
"Look, Steele, you're a guy." Martinez came back on the phone. "Imagine yourself held captive by a woman who rides your cock several times a day, but never lets you cum. That's what she put Adolph through, on top of the abuse and trying to break his will.
"The day she died, she had been worse than normal. 'Punishing' them all for any little thing that she imagined, and Adolph was no exception. Finally, she was in the middle of going for her daily ride, and he just.. took over.
"I'm not saying it was right, but I can understand how it would happen. When he was done, he put his shock collar on her, and left her to decide what to do with herself."
".. I see, thank you." Steele replied.
"I know you have a job to do.. but.. unless he's committed some other heinous crimes, can't you let this one go?"
"He's killed four CLAWS agents, and caused the deaths of several civilians."
"Probably because you were chasing him."
"Because he raped and killed a woman."
".. We've been over that."
"We have." Steele replied. "I have a job to do though. Thank you for your time."
He hung up before Martinez could reply. He couldn't give law enforcement any indication of a
CLAWS agent wavering. People needed to trust CLAWS to keep them safe, which was why he now had to do something that went against the very fiber of his being.
Chapter 9
*Quartzsite, AZ*
The sound of footsteps roused Adolph from his dozing. He sniffed the air, catching Steele's scent. It seemed he had come alone, that didn't make sense. He grabbed his bag and readied himself. The one weakness to motel rooms is they seldom had another way out. He assumed Steele would have a sniper covering him.
"Adolph," Steele rapped on the door. "I came to talk. The Alphas have taken Rain, and they're torturing her for information she doesn't have."
"Think you can lure me out in to a trap that way, Steele?"
"It's not a trap. They want me to tell you that it's a trade, you come in and they'll release her."
"If it's not a trap, go ahead and come in." Adolph growled, readying himself.
"Alright." He sounded scared, hesitating a moment before he open the door slowly and walked through, hands held where visible. Sidearm still holstered, though something in his hand caught Adolph's attention. "I'm alone. If you want to kill me, go ahead.. but it will probably just make things worse for Rain."
"Why did you come?" He growled, stalking towards Steele, recognizing Rain's ring in his hand. "That's low even for you, kidnapping an innocent woman."
"I had no part in it."
"Then why are you here, why do you have her ring?"
"I'm here because I don't want them to hurt her anymore than you do, and I have her ring to make you realize they do have her."
"I can tell it's a trap, but I'll play your game for the moment." Adolph growled, snatching the ring from Steele. "You have her, and if I kill you it reduces my chance of saving her. What do you want?"
"Adolph, you challenged me to look back at your first murder." Steele sighed. "I did. I rechecked facts, I realized we were wrong about you and the serial rapist we've been dealing with.. I discovered why you killed your owner."
"Oh, really now?"
"You were protecting Lorelei."
"You.." Adolph paused. ".. is she safe?"
"She is. One of the cops who was assigned that crime scene took her in.. seems to treat her well."
"Good." He wished he could have run away with her, but at least she was safe now. "So what now?"
"That's up to you. The Alpha's have Rain in a warehouse in Banning. I can take you to them.. but they're expecting you."
"What will they do to her if I don't show up?"
"Hold her accountable for your actions, and either kill her or have her charged as an accomplice to what you've done."
"So, my options are let Rain suffer, or walk in to a deathtrap." Adolph sighed and shook his head. "I'll go with you Steele, on one condition."
"What?"
"I need you to give me your word, that no matter what happens, you do whatever it takes to keep Rain safe."
"Just keep them occupied long enough."
".. Why are you doing this, really?"
"Twenty years ago, I became a cop to protect people. Five years ago when I got recruited by CLAWS, I joined because I was told I would be protecting the world from cold blooded monsters. Over the last week, I have seen that my own organization is the cold blooded monsters, and that the Wolf I've been hunting for two years is only really guilty of trying to protect others.
"Besides. I still owe you for Murphy."
"We're not so different, you and I." Adolph chuckled, then handed Steele back the ring. "Make sure Rain gets this back, too. It was her engagement ring."
"I will." He pocketed the ring. "I've got their aircraft, it's not too long back to banning. Let's go."
"If we go like this they will suspect something is wrong. We can't tip them off, you're going to need me bound."
"Are you sure?" Steel asked. "That's just going to make it easier on them."
"Let me worry about that." He nodded. "Just worry about Rain."
"All right.. Cuffs and muzzle?"
"Works."
"I've been trying to figure out one thing though." Steele said as he got the restraints and cuffed Adolf's hands behind his back. "Why did you save Murphy?"
"Dying helplessly in a fire is no way for a warrior to go." Adolph replied, bending down to allow the muzzle to be fitted. "The explosions rattled the building and greatly weakened it's already unstable structure, but your man was bold. He kept pursuing, even as the fire began to rise around us. I made for a hasty exit, I simply didn't want to fight in that building figuring we would both end up dead.
"He missed a step, the floor gave beneath him which cause a beam to become unstable and fall after him. I saw him pinned there, trying to claw his way out.. I couldn't leave him to die that way.. when he dies, he deserves to die in battle."
".. You long for the fields of Valhalla, don't you?"
"Of all the religious mythologies I have read," He chuckled, climbing in to the passenger compartment of the aircraft, "yes, I identify most with the Norse."
"I'm not surprised." Steele nodded, swinging in to the cockpit and hitting the radio. "Reaper, I'm inbound with the cargo."
"Glad you found him, and he didn't kill you." Reapers voice came over the com.
Steele chuckled and fired the engines up, setting the autopilot for Banning.
*Banning, CA*
Rain sat against the pillar, arms across her bare chest, doing her best not to move. The cuts didn't hurt too bad, as long as she didn't move. The woman, Morana, seemed to take pride in her work with blades.. and also seemed to take a rather perverse pleasure from inflicting pain. At least she had finally stopped tormenting her. Now she was all alone and left to wonder what exactly they were going to do to her.
"Guess what, bitch." Reaper stalked in to the room. "Your friend took the bait. Steele is on his way back with him now, which means you're going to get to watch us kill him, before we trow you in to a cage to rot for the rest of your life."
"Wrong." Rain glared at him. "I'm going to get to watch him kill you, and it will be mar-"
"Shut up, bitch!" Reaper back handed her, sending her sprawling to the side and breaking open several of the shallow cuts on her body. "We'll be ready for him.."
"Burn in hell, asshole."
".. hmm, you know I've been bouncing from job to job for a while." Reaper leered down at her naked body a moment before reaching down to grab her by the hair and pull her up. "On your knees, bitch."
"Nngh." Rain struggled to get to her knees, more cuts opening as she did so. She almost missed the bulge forming in Reaper's pants. "What more do you expect to get out of me, asshole?"
"Nothing, other than the only thing you're good for." He undid his pants, pulling his stiffening manhood out. "Here's the deal, bitch, be a good little slut and suck it and we're good.. try to bite it, I'll break your jaw and my cock goes up your ass."
".. and you call Adolph the rap-" Rain found her words cut off by his cock being shoved in to her mouth, she growled and tried to pull away but found he had a hold of her hair. She resisted the temptation to bite it and just let herself relax, she wouldn't fight him but she also wouldn't help him.
".. I said suck it, whore!" He jerked her head forward, slamming his manhood in to the back of her throat. "Don't make this worse for yourself."
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she started to suck on the salty shaft in her mouth, working her tongue over the head as he thrust back and forth against her face. She knew there was very little chance that Adolph would best them all, and now resigned to her fate she decided it would be best to make this as easy on herself as possible.
"Mmm, that's a good girl." Reaper groaned, keeping his grip on her head, not letting her break away from his cock. "Maybe I'll keep you around for a while, make you work off your debts."
So many things to say burned in Rain's mind as she worked his shaft and found herself wondering which would be worse, prison or this asshole. She flicked her tongue across the tip, tasting the pre oozing forth, earning herself a groan of pleasure as he started to thrust harder.
"Heh, wondered how long that would take." Thanatos laughed, walking in to the warehouse and leaning against a crate, watching.
"Mm.. Pull up a hole, Thanatos." Reaper laughed, grinding his hips against Rain's face.
Rain shook her head and whimpered as she felt Thanatos' hand on her backside, then between her legs and pulling her rump up, causing her to lose balance and stagger forward, Reaper's cock slipping out of her mouth.
"I have a better idea." Reaper grinned, pulling Rain up by the hair until she was standing, then turning her to face Thanatos. ".. by the way, I lied, my cock was going to go in to your ass either way."
"Please.. don't.." Rain pleaded, barely able to stand, tears mixing with blood as they dripped from her face on to her chest.
".. Quit your whimpering!" Thanatos snapped, dropping his pants and wrapping his arms around her. "You're going to enjoy this, you little whore."
"Stop.." Rain whimpered, Reaper smacking her rump while Thanatos' hands moved to her thighs easily lifting her up and giving her no choice but to put her legs partway around him, her arms reflexively going around him to keep herself from falling.
"So eager." Thanatos chided her as he let her slide down, guiding her so his cock slid right in to her warm slit causing her to shudder and bite her lip. Her body reacting to the stimulus iin ways she didn't want.
Reaper pressed closer, breathing in her ear as he pressed the head of his cock against her back door, grunting as he thrust in to her without any lubricant aside from her saliva, eliciting a cry of pain, and renewed struggling.
".. Nng. Please.. stop." Rain cried, struggling against the unwanted penetration, face turning bright red as she grew wet from the stimulation of Thanatos rocking against her, obviously enjoying her humiliation almost as much as he enjoyed her tight hole.
"Heh. She's already dripping.." Thanatos laughed, thrusting harder against her, grinding her back against Reaper. "Mm.. I think she likes it, especially in the butt."
"Nn.." Reaper grunted, forcing his cock all the way in to her rear entrance, earning another cry of pain. "Don't know.. She's pretty fucking tight back here.. Bet it's virgin territory."
Rain did her best to ignore the two pricks, and their cocks inside her, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to put herself anyplace but there. The pain fading from her backside as her muscles started to relax, it wasn't quite 'virgin territory' but it had been a long time. The two men built up a rhythm, thrusting in unison. She bit back a moan, refusing to show any pleasure from this. Under other circumstances she would love it though.
Reaper's hands slide between Rain and Thanatos, finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly causing her to cry out, what would normally be unpleasant became excruciating due to all the fine cuts. His thrusting grew stronger, driving her against Thanatos' body.
Both men started thrusting faster, reaching the point where every thrust in she flet as if she would be crushed between their bodies, Reaper manhandling her tits while Thanatos' fingers tug in to her thighs. After a moment longer, their thrusting slowed slightly, she could feels their muscles tense as they pressed in to her. She only hoped they only had the stamina to go once.
"Mmm." Reaper chuckled as he pulled out with a slight 'pop'. "Not bad.. I think maybe we keep her for a while."
"Sounds fun." Thanatos nodded, lifting Rain off his manhood before dropping her to the ground with about as much thought as a used condom. "How do we explain that to the boss?"
Rain curled up on the ground where she lay, bleeding from more cuts than she could count and semen oozing from both holes. She just ignored the two as they pulled their pants back on and walked out of the warehouse, laughing about keeping her as a pet. All she could do was whimper and cry, and hope that death would find her before she could be forced in to such a life.
"Don't usually go for guy on girl.." Morana laughed, walking up to her. "But that was kinda hot. I wonder if I could sell the video online. What do you think, toy?"
"..." Rain barely even looked at Morana. "Die."
"Ooh, you're a feisty one." She gave a wicked grin, forcing Rain's legs apart. "Thing about those guys is they have no clue how to manipulate a woman's body.."
"Mmm.." Rain squirmed slightly, feeling the other woman's fingers slide between her lips, teasing the already aroused flesh.
".. Or maybe they just don't care. I like playing with it." Her fingers brushed delicately over Rain's clit. "I love making women scream..."
Rain couldn't help but grind her hips against Morana's hand, until her body just exploded with pain radiating from her crotch, causing her to scream, trying to pull away from Morana's hand.
".. Oh, I should have expressed, that was in pain.." Morana laughed, flicking one of Rain's nipples. ".. Stupid bitch. Shame the boys can't really keep you, you'd be fun to watch break.. Instead you're going to get to go to prison.. with a whole bunch of women like me.. "
"Sure you're ready for this?" Steele called back from the cockpit.
"Yes." Adolph nodded, he had worked the chain on the cuffs to the point he could snap it. He was done running and hiding, he was prepared to die a warriors death, and maybe if he was lucky Valkyries would carry him to Valhalla. "Just worry about your part."
"Got it." Steele nodded, setting the craft down in the parking lot outside a rundown warehouse. "Reaper will take you on front and center, Thanatos will be hiding in the rafters, so keep moving. Morana is a ghost, she's slippery and will vanish and appear as she pleases."
"Good to know." Adolph replied, letting Steele pull him out of the aircraft by the muzzle "For what it's worth Steele, I am sorry for your team."
".. They were doing their job, you were trying to live." Steele shrugged. "I do wish I had met you under other circumstances."
Once they got through the empty front office of the warehouse, the first thing to hit Adolph was the smell, the warehouse smelled like blood, sex and, Rain, he growled viciously, then he saw her, covered in blood and curled up naked on the floor. He could barely contain the urge to break the cuffs and run to her, instead he had to trust Steele to that. He saw Reaper standing front and center, and Thanatos in the rafters like Steele had said, rifle trained on him.
"I'm here." Adolph growled. "Now release the girl."
"How about.. no." Reaper laughed. "Steele, cover the girl, if the wolf does anything stupid shoot her."
".. alright." Steele nodded hesitantly, drawing his side arm and walking over to Rain.
"Let me just shoot the fucker now, boss." Thatatos' voice came over the com.
"No no no.. that's too easy." Reaper laughed. "He killed Orcus and Anubis, he has to pay.. slowly. Shoot his ear."
"Gladly."
The sound of a rifle shot echoed through the warehouse, pain radiated through Adolph's head, centered on his ear.. he would have a new piercing if he survived this. He snapped the cuffs and charged Reaper, driving his claws in to the man's chest, then bounding off him, slipping behind crates from Thanatos. He spared a glance, seeing Steele lifting Rain off the ground to carry her out of the warehouse.
"Steele! The fuck are you doing?!" Reaper shouted. "Thanatos, kill them both!"
Before Thanatos could get a bead on Steele, Adolph came out from behind the crate, hurling a rock (that had probably been chucked through a window some time ago) at Thanatos, clipping his scope with the satisfying sound of broken glass, and buying Steele the time to get out of the warehouse.
"We'll worry about them later." Reaper spun his scythe around, training the rifle barrel on Adolph. "In the mean time, kill him."
"You're welcome to try!" Adolph roared, tearing the muzzle off as he took off at a run through the warehouse, moving haphazardly, narrowly avoiding several shots from Reaper, and one from Thanatos, he leaped in to the rafters next to Thanatos. "Boo."
Before Thanatos could swing the rifle around, Adolph had snatched it from his hands and hurled it to the ground with a growl.
A scent caught Adolph off guard, a split second before a deep cut appeared in his side. He rounded, but his assailant was already gone. She was good. He dropped from the rafters before Reaper could line up another shot at him.
He could smell Morana again, and started moving, sweeping around the warehouse in an erratic arc at a full run, closing the distance on Reaper, forcing him to switch to the blade on his scythe. Strikes came quickly from the scythe, several catching Adolph with superficial cuts on the arms or legs, until he realized the pattern of strikes, catching the haft mid swing and punching Reaper in the gut.
Morana had caught up with him again, another deep cut, this time in his thigh. He released the scythe and swept his arm in a wide arc, colliding with Morana even as she was pulling away and sending her sprawling, she had to be dealt with first.
Disregarding Reaper for the moment, Adolph turned to chase after Morana. She had gotten to her feet, but didn't have time to vanish before he was on top of her, growling like a feral animal, claws swiping across her, tearing through clothes and flesh alike and setting her staggering back.
A gunshot rang out, immediately followed by a ricochet, Adolph turned to see Thanatos had recovered his rifle, but apparently the impact had messed with the sighs. The distraction earned him a knife in the stomach though, pulling his attention back to Morana.
"That.. was for Anubis, asshole." She had a slightly crazed grin, drawing a second knife. "This one is for Orcus."
Adolph caught her arm mid-stab with a growl and bent it the wrong direction, earning a very satisfying scream as broken bone tore through her skin. Picking her up by the neck, he threw her at Reaper, letting his claws tear through her throat as she left his hand, leaving a spray of blood through the air.
"Scheiße!" Adolph growled as another gunshot rang out, this one grazing his arm. He rounded on Thanatos, hurling a small crate at him which provided enough of a distraction to let him cover the distance, slamming in to Thanatos and bowling him to the ground. He could smell Rain on him. ".. you raped her..."
"Rape? She was beg-" His response was cut off by a scream as Adolph drive the knife he'd been stabbed with through Thanatos' wrist, severing the tendons that control the fingers.
"You're lucky Reaper is still alive." Adolph growled, picking up Thanatos' rifle and leveling it point blank to the sniper's crotch with a wicked grin. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Adolph pulled the trigger, turning away. He knew the sniper would die of shock or blood loss soon enough.
"Just you and me.." He laughed, turning towards Reaper as he cast the rifle aside. "Don't suppose you want to call it a draw and hunt me for two years, eh?"
"Burn in hell." Reaper snapped, spinning the scythe, leveling the rifle barrel at Adolph, only to find himself out of ammo.
".. guess not." Adolph moved towards Reaper, he could feel himself slowing, he'd lost a lot of blood. Reaper was also moving slower though.
Reaper discarded the spare clip, and moved in to meet Adolph in melee, scythe spinning in a new strike pattern, it just never stopped moving, keeping Adolph on the defensive this time.
"Even if you beat me.." Adolph laughed, backing away from Reaper, able to keep back from the scythe, but unable to get an opening to strike. "You still lose. I destroyed your team. I destroyed your reputation.. and Steele knows what you did... heh.. if you hadn't brought Rain in.. you probably would have won.."
"I'll be satisfied with killing you, fucker." Reaper laughed. "Besides, then I track down Steele, put a bullet in the old man's head.. and while I'm at it, I'll fuck Rain a few more times, just for you. Her ass is just so fuckable and ti-"
"Enough!" Adolph snarled, disregarding the scythe and suddenly pressing the attack. He took a nasty gash to the leg in the process, but swept a clawed hand up across Reaper's face, leaving a trio of tears, one right across his eye.
"Fuck! My eye you son of a bitch!" He swing the scythe wildly.
The wild swing clipped Adolph harmlessly as he swept around behind Reaper growling as grabbed Reaper's right arm, tearing through skin and muscles with claws before kicking him forward to his hands and knees.
"Nng.. Go ahead... finish it.." Reaper coughed, reaching for his sidearm.
"Oh no, too easy." Adolph laughed, picking up the scythe. "You have to pay.. slowly."
"Suit yourself.." Reaper rolled to the side, bringing his sidearm up, only to find it, and his hand, removed by his own scythe, staring for a moment in shock.
".. On second thought, you're not worth the time." Adolph growled, sweeping the scythe like a golf club between Reaper's legs, slicing him open from crotch to sternum, spilling entrails to the floor and filling the air with a number of unpleasant odors. "Ekelhaft."
The sight of Rain's condition disgusted Steele, serving well to remove any doubt he had that he'd gone with the lesser evil. He'd barely had the time to un-cuff her before the chaos started, still he got her safely out of the warehouse.
"Let me go! Bastard!" Rain started thrashing half way to Sleipnir. "Please.. just.. let me go."
"I'm trying to help you, Rain." He replied, though she seemed to not hear and kept thrashing about and hitting him until he set her down on her feet.
"..." She was clearly thrown off by being let go, but didn't let it set long and tried to run from him. Making it all of five steps before she collapsed, weak from blood loss.
"I'm sorry Rain." He circled around to step in front of her, offering her his hand. "I had no idea what they would do to you. I thought they wanted information, not petty vengeance. They crossed a line Rain, it makes me sick that I considered them allies. I made a vow a long time ago to protect people from monsters like them."
".. what now, then?" She eyed him warily, shifting to try and cover herself as best she could.
"Now?" He shook his head with a sigh, unbuttoning his shirt to hand it to her. ".. Now Rain, I made a deal with the very beast I have been hunting for two years, that I watched destroy my team, to protect an innocent civilian. Adolph came willingly, and walked right in to the warehouse where they were waiting for him.. on the condition that I get you to safety."
"But.. he's .. he's going to die in there." She pulled the shirt on awkwardly, before accepting his help getting to her feet.
"Probably." Steele nodded, wrapping and arm around her to help support her and get her over to Sleipnir. "He walked in knowing that, and accepting that. He's a protector, it's what he does."
"You have to help him."
"He was clear on one thing Rain. I am to keep you safe." He looked to the warehouse with a sigh. "Also.. I really don't know if I could help him. I sided with him to protect you, but.. he's still the one I've been hunting for two years. He's still the monster that destroyed my team."
"What happens if he walks out of there?"
".. I really don't know."
"What about if one of them does?"
"That's easy." He gave her a grin and patted the machine gun mounted on Sleipnir. "No one walked out."
"And.. what about me? .. what about you?"
"You, I'll take to the hospital to get you cleaned up and patched up." He replied. "Give them the CLAWS insurance policy, so everything is paid in full, no questions asked.. if I can, get you some cash to help get you somewhere to start anew. As for me? I'll make up something on my report and retire. Maybe open up a private investigator firm."
"Just like that.. it all goes away?"
"Those responsible are dead. My report covers what happened. CLAWS sends out a memo that 'civilians are not to be involved in our pursuit in any way'. If I mention your name, someone will approach you and offer you a decent sized payoff and thinly veiled threats to keep you from going public, since CLAWS officially 'just tracks' renegade Beasts."
"What happens if I go to the media?"
"If you go publicly? CLAWS people pull a cover up that makes you look like an unreliable source seeking money or attention. If you go privately they brush it under the rug as 'insubstantial accusations without evidence'. Best case scenario, they tell the world that the 'CLAWS team' was 'not actually affiliated with CLAWS, since CLAWS does not act to apprehend Beasts'.
"They strive to keep themselves secret Rain. It's only been recently that they allowed cops to know that CLAWS has field agents, and even they only ever see one of us and don't know the extent we go to."
".. I guess I should be grateful that the bastards are dead at least."
"I'm sorry Rain." Steele sighed, "I wish there was more we could do."
"Gunshots stopped.." Rain turned to the warehouse, looking on the verge of crying. "You think.. ."
"Sure." Steele smiled, pivoting the machine gun towards the warehouse, there would be no survivors from the Alphas. "He probably won."
".. yeah.. he'll be out any moment." Rain smiled sadly, it was obvious she didn't believe it any more than he did.
A moment later the warehouse door swung open, a dark form staggered out leaning on a scythe. Steele trained the machine gun on it, almost pulling the trigger before he realized it was far too large to be Reaper. Vengeance and ending it all crossed his mind briefly before he pulled his finger off the trigger.
".. is that..? He's alive!" Rain looked out, smiling for a moment before turning to Steele, his hands still on the machine gun. "What now, Steele? Vengeance? No survivors?"
".. No." He shook his head. "He deserves better than that. When he dies, he deserves a warriors death."
"I see..?"
"Best.. of the best.. Scheiße.. I've fought meaner.. dustbunnies!" Adolph staggered close, leaning heavily on Reaper's scythe. He was covered in wounds, leaving a train of bloody footprints from the warehouse. He flashed a bloody grin, before promptly falling over.
"Adolph!" Rain cried running over to him, barely making it before collapsing next to him. ".. It's over.. you won.. ..say something damnit."
"Damnit.." Steele muttered looking at the two, it would be so easy to get on his bike and vanish, let them deal with whatever happened. Seeing her kneel over Adolph like that though, he knew he couldn't. He pulled the medical bag from Sleipnir, and checked briefly for any other useful supplies before firing it's engines up and aiming it unpiloted at the warehouse. He calmly took his phone out, watching Sleipnir crash, and the resulting explosion. "Yes, there has been an explosion at my coordinates. There are at least three casualties and two injured, we need medical assistance, and it would be beneficial to send the fire department."
"Wha?!" Rain looked up startled at the explosion. "Th' hell did you do?"
"I made things a lot easier to explain." He replied, kneeling next to Adolph, checking for a pulse, then looking him over. ".. He's alive, not in great shape, as good as can be expected for fighting those three. Emergency crews are on their way, I'll make sure he gets taken care of."
".. you make no sense."
"I've seen too many crying over lovers." He sighed. "Way too many. I don't want to see it happen here.. You deserve better... he deserves better."
"Thank you..."
"Mm." He looked up, hearing the sound of an ambulance approaching, thankful for the distraction. He waived the ambulance over to meet the EMTs. He would have to brief them, and the fire department to make sure records matched.
Pain was the first thing Adolph noticed as he regained consciousness. That meant he was alive at least, he tried to decide if that was a good thing. The air smelled like a hospital, he hated that scent.. it always overpowered everything else. There was something else though.
*Rain?* He opened his eyes and looked around, Rain was asleep in the chair next to him, he could see a lot of dressings for her cuts, and knew there would be a lot more.. though he worried more about the mental damage, the body heals. Glancing around he didn't see any security, no bars, he wasn't even cuffed to the bed.
".. Rain..?" He reached a hand over to rest on her thigh.
"Mmm?" She shifted slightly, half opening her eyes. ".. Adolph? You're awake!"
"Yeah.." He chuckled. ".. didn't think I was going to.. figured I'd die of blood loss or Steele."
".. He saved you." She smiled, kissing his hand. "Said to tell you that you two are even now."
"Even? Hah. We were even when he saved you.."
"Even for.. what? He wouldn't tell me."
".. I pulled one of his men from a burning building last time he saw me." He shrugged. "Couldn't let a warrior die that way. More important question though, are we prisoners here?"
"No." She shook her head. "I think.. I think you're free, for now."
"Odd." He stretched. ".. I should clear out before Steele changes his mind."
"You're.. going to leave me again?"
"After what I put you through.." He started.
"You took a bullet for me, risking your cover in doing so." She held his hand, looking down. "You came for me, you came ready to die to save me.. damn near did in the process. None of that would have happened if not for me."
"They would have caught up with me eventually." He shook his head. "Not your fault at all. They'll catch up again, that's why it's safer for you if..."
"Fuck that!" She snapped. "I feel safer with you than I do alone. If you want me to leave, say it, but don't tell me it's for my safety."
".. Rain.." He stared at her for a moment. He liked her, maybe he even loved her, he wanted her company.. and she had the fiery temper and strong will to make it in his world. "We'll have to stay low, we'll have to be able to vanish on a moment's notice. You have to be ready to do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means killing. Can you do that?"
"I can." She nodded.
"Then.." He pushed himself out of the bed, ignoring the pain from his various wounds, all well dressed though. "Let's get out of here."
"Adolph.." She wrapped her arms around him, standing on her toes to kiss his muzzle. "I love you."
Epilogue
*Wolf Point, MT*
"So you're telling me..." The Chief muttered, looking over Steele's report. "The Alphas caught Adolph, and were flying him back here, instead of killing him?, and you were taking your bike back here.. and something went horribly wrong on Sleipnir, causing it to crash in to a conveniently abandoned warehouse, killing all three remaining members, and Adolph.. yet there are no reports to confirm that."
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it." Steele nodded.
"And now you're retiring?"
"Yeah," He nodded again, "I'm getting too old for this shit."
"And all this happens.." He tapped his desk, bringing up a video feed. "A week after multiple news stations receive an anonymous tip about a group of CLAWS agents kidnapping and raping a woman?"
"Coincidence."
"Bullshit! You don't believe in coincidence!"
"It's what you've got Mike."
".. Alright Alex, it's the official story." He nodded. "Level with me though, something went down, didn't it? Something bad. That report..?"
"I can't do it anymore, Mike." Steele sighed. "I became a cop to protect and serve. I joined here to protect innocent civilians from monsters. That's not the first time I've heard of our agents overstepping their bounds.. I can't work for this agency anymore. I can't hunt monsters, when the agency that hunts them employs monsters!"
"I understand Alex." Mike nodded slowly. "Can I ask you a favor though?"
".. What?"
"One more case." He tossed Steele a tablet. "Just one..."
".. This case?" He glanced at it. "I thought we couldn't take this one because we couldn't tie it to a military grade?"
".. I know, I know!" Mike shook his head. "It's just.. it's my home town Alex, my best friend's daughter is a cop there, whatever is doing that has killed several cops already..."
"I'll take it, on one condition.." Steele said after a moment of looking over the case.
"Yeah?"
"I choose my team, *no questions asked."
".. Deal." He handed Steele his badge and sidearm back. ".. just.. stop them, Alex."
"I will, Mike, I will."
Steele shook his head as he left Mike's office. He couldn't let murders like this go. Now though, he had a team to assemble.
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That morning, dad and granddad had introduced me for the first time to the joys of male on male sex. Now, it was nighttime and I was finding it impossible to sleep. My imagination kept returning to the activities of the day, how exciting it had been to be naked with my dad and granddad, how hot it had been fucking first my granddad's hairy ass and then my dad's baby smooth hole. But, mostly, I kept thinking about my dad's cock and how good it had tasted when I sucked it and how delicious his cum had tasted spurting into my mouth. My cock had been in a perpetual state of hardness since going to bed, not helped by my stroking it and fingering my ass hole. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
I got out of bed and padded nude down to dad's room. His door was open and when I looked in, he was sleeping with the covers tossed off on the floor. He was lying on his back, both arms raised beside his head, one leg straight out and the other half bent. His gorgeous cock looked about half hard, laying heavy on top of his big balls. I tiptoed in and gently crawled up from the foot of the bed till I was laying face down between his spread legs. His beautiful cock was inches from my face and I studied its beauty and inhaled the odor of his meaty dick and balls. My mouth was watering as I slowly licked his piss slit and was rewarded when a tremor ran through his cock and his balls drew up in their tight sack. I kept licking the head of his cock and watched as it slowly lengthened and fattened, till finally it was fully hard and I wrapped my lips around the swollen head. I glanced up to see dad awake and watching me suck on his cock head.
"Should I call 911 and tell them I'm being raped?" he asked.
"Only if you want me to stop." I replied.
"Well, fuck that." he said. "You're only just getting started." He sat up and piled the pillows behind his back so that he could sit and watch as I lay between his legs, my head bobbing up and down on his swollen cock and my tongue licking his big balls. I grasped his cock around the base and looked up at him.
"You have such a beautiful cock." I said. "I just had to have some more of it."
"I'm glad you like it so much." he replied. "And, from where I'm sitting I get to admire your gorgeous ass while you suck me."
"You like my ass?" I was surprised. "You didn't give it much attention earlier."
"You might have noticed I was pretty busy." he said. He slowly pulled his body up and climbed over me so that he was crouched between my legs. I felt his hands stroke my ass cheeks and then spread them to expose my hole. Then he slowly used one finger to stroke my tight pucker.
"You have such a beautiful little hole." he said. "I love the way it puckers up when I touch it. I can't believe nobody has tried to get their dick into such a perfect ass." He lowered his head between my spread cheeks and I felt his hot tongue exploring my hole.
"I would have been too freaked out and scared if anybody else had tried to get my ass." I said. "I feel totally safe with you." Dad was licking my hole and every so often his pointed tongue pierced my ring and sunk into my hole.
"That feels so damned good!" I said. Dad grunted, his hot tongue wiggling in my ass hole.
"Dad," I asked, "would you fuck me?"
Dad sat back on his haunches, still holding my cheeks spread wide and I could feel the cool air on my hot hole.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked. "You know it always hurts the first time."
"I want you to be my first. I want your cock to be the one to hurt me and I want you to be the first man to shoot his load in my ass."
Dad bent down and kissed my puckered hole. "It would be my honor." he said.
He climbed back up the bed, reached into the drawer of the bedside table and withdrew a squeeze bottle of silicone lube. Then he lay down beside me and nudged me over so that we were lying face to face.
"Lift your leg so that it's up on my hip." he told me. When I had done so, he started kissing me while at the same time rubbing the cool lube into my spread ass crack and over my fuck hole. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his coarse chest hair against my own chest. He kissed me harder, darting his tongue into my mouth and easing his finger slowly into my virgin pucker. Our hard cocks were pressed against each other, coated in the clear juice leaking out of piss slits. Slowly, dad began to finger fuck me, sliding his blunt finger in and out of me, wiggling it inside of me so that it stroked my prostate.
"Fuck, that feels so good!" I said, and then went back to fucking dad's mouth with my tongue. Dad eased another finger into my hole and the feeling made me squirm with delight and fuck my ass up and down on his hand.
"I think you're ready for the real thing." dad said and got up on his knees and climbed behind me. He eased me over onto my stomach again, then grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them under my hips and arranged my throbbing cock and loose balls so that they were pointing down between my spread legs. He leaned back to admire his work, spread my cheeks and then said, "Last chance before I slide my cock in you." I felt like some kind of whore and it felt really good.
"Fuck me, dad." I said. "I want every inch of that big cock in my ass." Dad squeezed a big glob of lube into his hand and I watched over my shoulder as he slathered it over his huge dick. He grabbed his cock around the base and I felt his big cock head sliding up and down in my ass crack. Each time it slid over my hungry hole I arched my hips and tried to get it to enter me.
"Okay, baby, just relax. If it hurts too much, just tell me and I'll stop." dad said. I felt the big cock head against my little hole and then dad started to apply pressure with his hips. My pucker started to open, the big head entering me and then he hit the inside ring. I clenched my ass involuntarily and dad stroked my back and said, "Hang on, stud, it's almost in."
I relaxed my ass and felt the head of his cock pop through the ring and enter my ass for the first time. It hurt a lot less than I had anticipated.
"God, you feel enormous!" I said.
"Well, I've got a pretty big cock for you to take your first time. Does it feel alright?"
"It feels fucking amazing!" I said. "Slide your dick into me slow. I want to feel you fuck me."
Dad renewed his pressure and I could feel his dick sinking deeper and deeper into my ass, filling it with his meat. The tight ring of my ass reacted to the stroking sensation of his slow entry and pulsed around his dick of its own accord. Soon, I felt his rough pubes against my ass cheeks and his big loose balls lying on top of my own.
"Touchdown!" dad said.
"I can't believe that big thing is inside of me." I replied. In response, dad moved his hips so that the big dick buried in my ass moved from side to side.
"Come on and fuck me, dad." I said. "Make me want that dick even more." Dad slowly started to withdraw, and then slowly plunged his swollen dick deep into my guts. He fucked my ass, gradually picking up the tempo until he was soon slapping his hips against my upturned ass with every thrust. I had never felt anything so good, whether because I was so turned on by the thought of my own father fucking my ass or just because I loved being fucked, I don't know. With every downward thrust, I felt his big balls slam against my own ball sack and hard cock.
"Damn, your cock feels so good!" I said. "Can you see your cock fucking me? Fuck, I wish I could see your big cock in my ass!"
Dad said, "I think we can arrange that." and slowly started to withdraw his hard meat from my chute.
"No, don't stop fucking me!" I cried.
"Just for a moment." dad said. I felt the big plum shaped head of his cock pop out of my tight hole and it felt strangely empty and hungry.
"Roll over onto your back. "Dad said as he reached into the night table drawer again. This time, he pulled out a big hand mirror.
"Hold this." he said handing it to me and then he began arranging my legs. He spread them wide and pressed back my calves so that my ass was spread wide in front of him.
"Use the mirror." he said. "Can you see your ass hole?" I angled it in front of me and soon was rewarded with a view of my reddened, puffy hole, slick with the lube dad had used.
"Okay, now watch." dad said. On his knees between my wide flung legs, I watched in the mirror as he ran his giant cock head up and down my ass crack. He stopped with the head poised against my hole and pressed forward and I watched in the mirror as each inch of his meat disappeared into my body. My own cock was so hard it was glued against my abdomen and throbbing.
"Let me watch you fuck my ass." I said and dad obliged, slowly fucking his cock in and out of my tight hole.
"That's so fucking beautiful." I said. "Thank you for fucking me." I dropped the mirror beside the bed and wrapped my legs around dad's waist.
"Fuck me hard." I said. "I want your cum inside me." Dad leaned forward and took me in his arms again and started kissing me even harder than before. I felt his hard cock sliding in and out of my hole and I ran my hands over his muscular body. He started pile driving my ass, deep dicking it with each stroke, pulling almost the whole length out of my ass and then hammering it back in. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him in harder with each thrust and let my fingers drift into his ass crack where I started to finger his hole. His dick grew even harder and swelled even bigger in my ass.
He pulled his lips off of mine and said, 'I love you, baby. I love my baby boy!"
"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your juice into your baby's ass!" I cried. I could feel his ass hole tighten around my finger and he slammed his cock into my ass as far as it would go. He hesitated there and then I felt his cock pulsate and his cum load squirt out of his dick and into my guts. He groaned and pushed his hips against my ass, trying to get his cock even deeper into my ass. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times I felt his cock buck deep inside me and a spurt of hot liquid paint my ass walls.
"Oh, baby." he said holding me tight and whispering into my ear. "That was a world class fuck. Did you like it?"
"I loved it, dad." I said. "I've never felt anything so good." Dad lay on top of me, deep kissing me while his cock went soft inside my ass, then he slowly withdrew it and flopped over onto his back. I couldn't believe how empty my ass felt without his cock. I looked up and there was granddad, standing nude in the bedroom door with his hard cock standing straight up in his hand.
"That was fucking hot." granddad said. "You two should make a movie. And, you bastards could have at least invited me in."
I raised my legs so that they were over my shoulders again and used both hands to spread my ass open.
"Dad popped my cherry." I said. "Does my ass hole look any different?"
"It looks like a lot more fun for everyone concerned." granddad replied.
"Does it look like it wants your dick in it ASAP?" I asked.
"Now that you mention it, it does look like it needs some senior citizen dick." he said. He came over and crawled up the bed till he was between my legs. I grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some in my palm and then coated his hot prong with it. I stroked up and down on his dick, and then pointed the head at my hole.
"Granddad put your cock in me. I want to feel your juice in my ass, too." Granddad got up on his hands and knees over me and watched as I guided his hard shaft to my opening, then watched as it slid into my stretched hole. It went in a lot easier this time and he was soon fully lodged deep in my ass.
"I've wanted your cock in me ever since I saw you in the shower this morning." I said. "Give me that cock and make me pay for spying on you. Fuck me like a whore." I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against me so that his dick felt like it was going to come out of my mouth.
"Alright, you little cock whore, now you're going to get fucked. I can feel your dad's cum up in your ass coating my dick and making it slick." He pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and then slammed it deep back in, then again and again. I could feel dad's juice spilling out of my hole and spilling down my crack. Every time, I felt his cock thrust deep in my guts and it felt like it was reaching into my chest. Soon, he started fucking me with a regular rhythm, pulling his cock out till just the head was in my ass ring and then pounding it back into my guts. It was a whole different feeling from when dad fucked me and it seemed that with every thrust my ass grew hungrier for his cock.
"Give it to me, you horny old fucker! Punish me with that big dick. Make me beg for your cum!" I cried. Granddad lowered his chest onto mine, pinning me to the bed and reached down and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread my ass open even wider while he shoved his cock in even deeper.
"You're going to get my cum, you little whore." he said and started to fuck his cock up into my guts even harder. I was so turned on that I could suddenly feel the cum rising up my own dick and it squirted out of my cock head without even touching myself and lubricated our bodies where they rubbed together..
"You fucked the cum right out of me." I said, amazed. Granddad reached between us and scooped up some of my cum, then brought his hand up and licked it off his fingers.
"It's a good thing I'm about to fuck some back into you then." he said. He got back up on his hands and knees, his cock buried full length in my ass and I felt it start to pulsate. The head inside of me swelled and I felt his cum spurt into my intestine, every bit as much as dad had deposited there. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me while his cock emptied his balls into me and I felt his cock slowly wilt inside of me.
"I love you, son." He said. "I'm so proud to be your granddad."
"I love you, too." I said. "And now, I love you even more knowing how good you can fuck me."
I heard dad laugh beside me and then he said, "There's no denying whose grandchild HE is, old man." | 3 Generations of Cock Pt. 02 | [
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*Command performance*
By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a postrgasmic trance and reeking of sex; nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place; with any luck by the time we got there she might be taking a bit more notice.
I explained this to her. She did not reply, as such, but at intervals she emitted her slight grunt – "huh" – and I took this for consent.
Halfway home she showed her first sign of recovery, suddenly announcing quietly but clearly, "Oh ... my ... god."
"Welcome back," I replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, wow! Jeez-us fucking Christ!" was the best she could manage. I left it at that for a while.
As we entered my home suburb she seemed to come out of it a bit. "Oh, Mr Walker," she began.
This odd formality made me smile. "Don't you think you should call me James?"
She giggled. "Yes. Thank you, James. Thank you for *everything*. To think we've worked together all this time and I never knew! Where, *where*, did you learn to shag like that?"
"Well," I replied sortf truthfully, "it's just a gift."
"A gift? You're telling me! Mr Walker – sorry, James – I know a lot of people think I'm too free and easy and I admit I've had my share of boyfriends but never, never ever, have I had it like that! The second time you made me come ... oooh!" She wriggled with pleasure at the memory. "It just kept washing over me in waves! I thought it would never end." She tapped the side of her head. "My ears are still ringing," she smiled.
We had just turned into my home street. "My house is just down here," I told her. "Do you think you're all right to walk?"
I had meant this as friendly sarcasm but she took it literally. "I think so," she replied, experimentally flexing her legs. But when I had parked in my driveway and politely opened the passenger door for her, she levered herself halfway up only to lose her balance and fall back in the seat giggling. I hastened to help and supported her to the house and let her in. I was so busy coping with Connie that I entirely failed to see Kylie at the bedroom window next door following our every move.
I led Connie to the bathroom and helped her undress. Gobbets of spunk and pussy juice were oozing down her inner thighs. Her cordination was getting back to normal by now and she assured me that she would be fine in the shower so I left her to it while I went downstairs for the inevitable English stand-by in testing times, a nice hot cuppa.
I was relaxing on the settee sipping my tea when Connie reappeared, looking much refreshed after a good shower and more her usual blithe, flirtatious self. But that was not the only thing I noticed about her.
"I had assumed," I said as calmly as I could, "that you would get dressed before coming downstairs."
"I was going to," she replied, standing before me stark naked from head to toe and evidently relishing the situation, "but there was something I thought you'd wanna see first. Just stay sitting right where you are."
And with that she took a couple of steps towards me so that her neatly trimmed pussy was six inches in front of my nose. Her nakedness emphasised even more the contrast between the relatively slight build of her upper body and the vast girth of her thighs, each of which must have been easily as thick as her waist. The lower part of her trunk seemed to be squeezed into insignificance between those mighty limbs.
Then she turned round so that the awesome hemispheres of her buttocks hovered inches before me. For some moments she simply stood there, allowing me my first opportunity for a really close examination. They were astonishing. They spread almost horizontally from her relatively narrow waist; in fact there was a distinct fold where the top of each buttock met the base of the back, something I had never seen or heard of before.
I had thought, when I sat down with my tea, that I was well and truly shagged out, for the next few hours anyway. But now, my cock was begging to differ. I felt it swelling and sensed its demands. I wished I had suggested a repeat of our session in the car before she went in the shower, but it was too late now.
And then Connie put the tin lid on it with a repeat of the ass-dance, this time at very close quarters and with none of that annoying clothing in the way. She also took much longer over it, demonstrating unbelievable control of the buttock muscles. With a jiggle of the hips she sent waves of flesh undulating up and down and from side to side; throw in a quick twist of the pelvis too and both cheeks were projected upwards so dramatically that normal gravity seemed to have been suspended for a moment. Not only could she clench her buttocks together so sharply that the gap between them closed with a loud smack that sent ripples of flesh radiating from the centre; she could force her cheeks apart (purely by muscle control, no hands) to reveal a beautifully clean and strangely receptive-looking rectal opening, which she then proceeded to tense and relax.
It was the sight of Connie's ringpiece clenching and unclenching that did it for me. I grabbed that slim waist and pulled her down on the settee next to me. Nothing loth, she gave a slight cry of surprise but instantly recovered to help me rip off my clothing. I thought of attacking her ass – anal sex had never seemed at all attractive to me until that moment – but I decided to stick to what I knew and we fucked there and then in the front room. It was, I think, a less rushed and slightly less animalistic effort than in the car, and certainly more comfortable. But the end result was the same; Connie came twice, once near the beginning and again, massively, when I filled her wet cunt with sticky cum.
When I had got my breath back I looked at my handiwork. There she was, blissed out beyond words, gazing into space with wide blank eyes and with a dopy smile on her face. Nothing if not a practical man, I slid a magazine under her to stop any cum from oozing onto the settee and got on with making a few necessary calls while she recovered to the point where I could get her in the shower again. I had given up all idea of going to Uncle Albert's; my concern now was to get Connie safely on her way before Wendy came home.
After half an hour she had reached the "oh-my-god-wow" stage at which point, fearful of waiting any longer, I half-led and half-carried her to the shower and cleaned her up. This time, taking no chances, I got her dressed myself. I did not trust her to find her way home by public transport so I called her a mini-cab.
While we waited in the hall Connie, slowly coming back to normal by now, again sang my sexual praises. "I just can't believe it, James. It's not just the greatest sex of my life – it's simply *far and away* the greatest sex of my life! It's better than any sex I've ever heard of. That first orgasm in the car was fantastic; it just blasted at me out of nowhere and blew me away. But the second was – well, I don't know how I can describe it – and we've just carried on from there.
"Look, James precious," she went on, suddenly more serious, "I can't leave it here. How can I? What am I going to do? I can't just go quietly back home to Tommy (this was the "gorgeous, sexy" boyfriend( as if nothing had happened. I need you."
I had been afraid of this. "Connie," I said sternly, "I'm a married man. You've always known that."
"I know, I know," she replied. "But I couldn't help myself. I don't know why it happened but it did. I've always liked you but when we were talking on Wednesday, I suddenly realised I wanted you and needed you more than anything."
"So that's why you gave me the buttock dance?"
"Well, that was just on impulse. I wasn't sure you'd even noticed me – sexually I mean – so I thought it would get your attention. All my boyfriends have liked it when I've flexed my ass like that."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "It's quite a party piece. But you didn't have to do that to make me fancy you; I've done that since the first moment I saw you."
"Really*?" she asked delightedly. "I never thought you, er ... and I didn't, um ...". She paused. "Or maybe I did, without realising it, because it hit me right between the eyes on Wednesday. Yes," she said, more to herself than me, "I think I must have been working up to it."
"Isn't rationalisation," I said (but not aloud), "a wonderful thing?"
"And since Wednesday," she resumed, "I haven't been able to think of anything else. I thought it would wear off but instead it just got stronger and stronger and by this morning it was a straight choice between calling you and going out of my mind."
Well, I thought, that is as handy a girl's-eye description as I could have hoped for of the effects of indirect exposure to FUCK. But I had to try to dampen her enthusiasm somehow.
"Connie, it was unbelievable for me too, but we can't turn our lives upside-down just for great sex."
"Oh, but James, don't say that!" She looked distressed. "It's not just the sex; it's *you*. You're the kindest, finest, loveliest man I could ever dream of. All I want is to help you and make you happy. I'd do anything for you, anything. Even if what you want me to do is ... is ..." She was beginning to well up now. She could not bring herself to finish the sentence, but then she made a visible effort to pull herself together and, looking straight at me and with tears streaming down her face, she blurted out, "Even if you wanted me to go away for ever and never see you again I'd do it; it would break my heart but I'd do it. But no matter what I'd still be *yours*, James; while there's breath left in me I'll always be yours."
I was aghast. I looked at her helplessly trying to think of something, anything, to say in reply. The silence was broken by a knock at the door. "Cab, mister?" came a voice.
I opened the front door a crack and told the man, "Two minutes."
I embraced her. "Listen, Connie, precious," I said, "you're a wonderful girl and of course I don't want to send you away for ever or anything like that." Her sobs stopped as she heard these words and an overwhelming feeling of relief seemed to flood through her body. "But," I went on, "I want you to go home to Tommy now. You'll see me again when I get back to the office on Tuesday, but not before. And you mustn't tell anyone about this. Do you understand?" I felt her nod. "Will you do that for me?" She nodded again. Releasing the embrace, I reached for my handkerchief and dried her eyes. "Good. Now kiss me goodbye."
She threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. As we pulled apart she murmured, "You're so wonderful." And off she went, leaving me feeling emotionally shattered. | Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 06 | [
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He was a creature of contrasts. Being twenty feet tall wasn’t the worst of it; there were plenty of people of that height or even taller, leaving him very firmly in “merely above average” territory if one were to go purely by that qualifier; even when considering his bust, the yeen wasn’t anything that special, since after all, there were plenty of hypers running around whose tits were twice the size of their head and constantly leaking with milk. Perhaps in another life, if he had been born in a time where genetic manipulation wasn’t as widespread as it was, Fenrir might’ve been considered enormous, gigantic even, but with the amount of alterations wrought to entire populations, it was perfectly normal for individuals to be completely “natural” and still end up with sizes and proportions far beyond what used to be considered normal.
And indeed, if it were just that, the Mightyena would have no trouble blending into regular society, maybe getting a job and striking out a life on his own; he’d get his own place, preferably a tiny little studio apartment somewhere near the top layers of a residential arcology, and spend a significant chunk of his free time learning how to cook something more than just the basics. Hell, if he was feeling particularly frisky, the yeen might very well even try to use his own milk when baking confectionery, an idea that occasionally left him feeling incredibly blushy and embarrassed… whenever he could formulate it for more than just a split second. For he was a creature of contrasts, and if his top half and general height played the line between the normal and the fantastical, then his bottom half not only smashed through said line, it kept going until it circled the planet, crossed through it again, repeated the gesture about a dozen or so times, then promptly reached escape velocity and flew off into the heavens, where Fenrir now resided.
It was impossible for him to ever be on a planet anymore, regardless of how large it might be; even gas giants were simply not big enough to handle him, at least in any convenient fashion, leaving the poor guy to float in an orbit around his homeworld’s star while surrounded by so many dimensional stabilizers that he alone was responsible for about a quarter of all expenditures of the known universe. In a way, it looked as if his upper body had been plucked from a pair of legs that actually belonged to him and then reattached to the bottom of a creature of dimensions so vast that they strained the ability for mortal minds to truly comprehend them: with a pair of asscheeks of a scale so colossal that each one was capable of dwarfing his home planet and two legs that were somehow even thicker than that, he had become an astronomical landmark, something that tourists came around to see and marvel at, perhaps even do a little bit more if they could find a private spot to watch him from.
In many ways, he felt incomplete, almost as if his upper body would just bulge outwards one day and complete the look, turning him into a solar system-sized titan, a beacon of perfection, which was precisely why so much money was poured into keeping such a thing from happening in the first place. For Fenrir was quite a bit older than most people would think, quite easily pushing his three hundredth birthday and yet looking just as young as he had back when his uncontrollable growth first began; for three centuries, the protective measures placed around him by an increasingly larger amount of governmental bodies had been meticulously well-maintained and exponentially improved upon, all for the purest sake of stopping Fenrir from growing even an inch larger. And yet, despite the fact that the entire operation only had a handful of failures over the course of its existence, despite how in three centuries the yeen had only gone from merely planet-sized cheeks to a pair that were about thrice as large, that still wasn’t the main issue at play; big butts they could deal with it, but his virility was another issue altogether.
If the Mightyena’s ass was something to worship and treat as a wonder of the universe, it looked positively nonexistent next to his shaft and nuts. In fact, one might say that the size of Fenrir’s lower body was to his package as his upper body was to his lower one: utterly insignificant and looking as if it belonged on a completely different being altogether. Each one of his hyperactive cum factories was so positively gigantic, so enormous, so densely packed and stuffed, that the only reason they hadn’t collapsed into a couple of black holes were the copious amounts of compressors, dimensional distorters and outright black magic wielded from the darkest, deepest pits of arcane, eldritch knowledge, most of which had to be made up from whole cloth just to help along with the eternal watch over Fenrir’s size. It was a testament to his sheer ridiculous size that it was easier to just make magic exist than it was to try and mangle physics in yet another novel way, mostly because it was already so torturously warped that trying to do anything more risked collapsing the very fabric of existence as everyone knew it.
The same could be said for his cock, which stood at fullest attention and was about as big as one could expect from a pair of balls that made up the near totality of the local star system’s mass; if the orbs were big enough to completely occupy every single orbit, thus having to be angled below the plane that the planets themselves occupied, then his dick rose proudly in the opposite direction, serving as a landmark that managed to clear straight through the halo of comets and icy asteroids surrounding that overtaxed star. This was, of course, nothing but their compressed size; it used to be that the stellar array of machinery and arcane sigils could keep Fenrir from bulging out of the local stellar system, but those days were long gone, and most of the people involved in the operation were just happy that he was even small enough to fit inside one galaxy. If only the tourists knew that the yeen’s full size was so incomprehensibly vast that the lower end estimates placed the size of a single one of his cumtanks at larger than the known universe, maybe they wouldn’t be so eager to get that close to him. Maybe if they were told the average expected size for his dick would require more mass than could possibly, feasibly exist without reality collapsing into a singularity, they would learn not to try and poke at the Mightyena in an attempt at seeing how big they could get.
And yet, despite this, all that the universe managed to do was delay the inevitable; no amount of money, resources, created-and-summoned elder gods and whatever else the governments and corporations of the entirety of the cosmos decided to throw at Fenrir could do anything other than delay the inevitable, because he was still growing. Every day he’d gain something, be it inches, miles or astronomical units, and every day for the past few years had become a reminder that he, that Fenrir and the promise of release that his body held, was something that could never be held back. The yeen himself was incredibly apologetic about the whole thing, at least whenever he could think coherent thoughts, but being sorry for it hardly mattered when the countdown clock to the final explosion was not only speeding up, but outright skipping large chunks of the time left without rhyme nor reason.
It was clear that he was going to blow, and sometime in the next year or so; three centuries of containment, the pooled resources of an entire universe and the thinning and fraying of the very backdrop of existence, all for the sake of holding back the final, apocalyptic climax that would break through every barrier and bring forth the now-mythical Orgasmarok, wasted. Nothing they had done had ever actually accomplished anything beyond push the minute hand forward, and now it was finally pushing back, leaving them without many options besides trying to enjoy things while they lasted; the project began to bleed workers and technical specialists as the news began to spread and the population of the universe resigned itself to the understanding that, within a few short standard months, it’d all be over.
No one quite knew what would happen afterwards, or if there even would be an “after” to consider; for all that the containment project had done to try and prevent the last ever growth spurt, they’d never spent a single cent on trying to figure out what the results of the worst case scenario would be like, leaving the entirety of existence in a state of mercifully blissful ignorance. Most chose to believe that a sort of heaven-like state awaited them, forever bathed in the virile seed of that gorgeous yeen, but it became harder to ignore the undercurrent of existential despair and bleak nihilism that spread through all societies like a cancer. Maybe there was nothing after it all went down. Maybe… this was it.
Obviously not the case. Vivian wouldn’t be so rude as to just end the universe right there and then, no matter how much her mom kept telling her that it would make for an “explosive money shot” and they could just put everything back afterwards; sure, her daughter could easily snap their fingers and return the universe back to the state that it was in before everything turned into a cumsplosive apocalypse, but then that would mean people actually did suffer through an ending of sorts, and the younger Delphox just wasn’t about that. As such, she made sure that, when Fenrir did finally blow, when the floodgates opened fully and the yeen’s body was released upon reality, then everyone caught in the blastwave would simply be whisked away to a paradisiacal state of existence somewhere on her own body; after all, the whole point of creating a living time bomb like Fenrir was to give her universe a proper sendff, as now that her mom was there with her as an equal goddess, Vivian figured it was time to make her old universe give up the ghost and finally provide all those living within it the reward they had absolutely deserved.
Why toil for a lifetime without knowing if there was anything waiting for them when they could simply live forever on the body of a glorious mega-goddess without a care in the world? And what better way to make sure that everyone experienced that moment of ascension in the best manner possible than to unleash the biggest orgasmic shockwave that meta-existence had ever seen? Granted, a lot of that was predicated on the fact that both Violet and Vivian began to feel certain needs, needs that, while they could easily satisfy for one another, were perhaps better spent being pointed at a precious, bottom-heavy, fat-cocked boytoy who they could service for all of eternity and still never be truly satisfied; a god of their own, in a way, a mortal handpicked to become their divine consort, that the three of them might also experience their own form of Heaven for as long as they could make time exist as a concept (and probably longer, to be fair).
Thus, after a long discussion, mother and daughter agreed that they would finish off their universe in one final, glorious Orgasmarok (name pending), returning to Vivian’s idea of actually filming what she was doing for the sake of a future, hypothetical distribution. As her mom put it, it would be the best smut production that ever existed and ever could exist: the literal ascension of a new deity through the explosive, exponential expansion of a cock and pair of balls so big that an entire universe had to work together in order to keep them from growing and it still failed. It’d be like with Vivian, except the cameras would be safely pointed at the ascension site from outside universal boundaries, and thus would actually capture what happened that time around.
Vivian had to agree, it’d make for an amazing way to put an end to everything, especially if she went to some lengths to make the experience of being swept away by a cosmos-blotting avalanche of nutflesh about as delicious as she personally felt it was. Easy enough to make it happen, even easier to get people to accept in that fleeting moment before their terrified expression turned into a warm smile, when they realized that what they were witnessing wasn’t the end of reality, but the start of a brand new, eternal existence, one of utter, utmost bliss and unending pleasure. And so… she began to prime the pump.
Everything up until that point had been the usual stuff: Vivian just rewriting the story of her universe in such a way that it led to a specific endpoint that she could then exploit for the sake of a good shoot, one that she could rationalize away as just being something she did in order to sell copies of the movie, as opposed to the simple truth. That time around though, there were no such delusions, especially with her mom being there to bap her across the back of the head gently and remind her that it was fine to want to be horny, it was fine to want to experience pleasure, and now that she had grown up to become a literal goddess, then of course her needs were going to be proportionately bigger.
Why waste time coming up with excuses about how she needed to get the perfect shot, when the whole reason why she did anything at all was to satisfy that tiny voice in the back of her head telling her to indulge? It didn’t make her any less of a person, nor any less of a goddess; in fact, denying her true nature and trying to pretend that she was something she wasn’t was itself, in a way, far more insulting to her sense of self and everyone under her than just admitting she was horny and wanted to do something about it. Vivian’s face had been a bright red ever since then, one so hot that it could probably turn anything that came into contact with it to plasma, and it hadn’t abated for the aeons that had transpired since (or perhaps just days, time was weird in this not-space they lived in), but she eventually came around to accepting this, and eschewing any pretense that she was going through all of this trouble for any reason other than because she wanted Fenrir to be there next to her so she and her mom could share him. That said, the cameras were still going to roll; it just felt right, even after admitting they weren’t the primary concern, if for no other reason than because the Delphox really liked the idea of revisiting those moments whenever she felt particularly horny.
One finger-snap at a time, the binds holding Fenrir back began to falter, not because Vivian was removing them, but because the goddess began to stack multiplicative exponentials onto the many, many variables governing the Mightyena’s production. The poor thing could tell that something was wrong, that his body had somehow began to make cum and expand at a much faster rate than before, but being perpetually stuck in a state of near-climax had left him unable to communicate properly with the outside world; there were a few who claimed they could interpret his moans, but no one really knew what went on in his head, in that turbulent maelstrom of incomprehensibly deep and vast pleasure that threatened to overcome his sanity at every waking moment.
That he lasted that long without completely breaking was nothing short of miraculous, even with Vivian’s help, but he wouldn’t have to worry any longer; within a few short moments, every single compressor, every spell, every piece of equipment designed to keep him from experiencing his final orgasm would falter. A catastrophic cascading collapse would occur, with one barrier after another falling prey to his inexorable advance, especially now that every time Vivian snapped her fingers, he just seemed to produce at a rate as high compared to his previous one as the latter did compared to a regular person. It was an untenable position, and something would have to break eventually… and seeing as he was a nascent god, that something would have to be everything else.
For a fleeting moment, Fenrir returned to sentience, his eyes opening wide for the first time in literally hundreds of years. In that one instant, he knew everything: the reason for his existence, the nature of reality, who was responsible for making him the way that he was; he even managed to catch a glimpse of Vivian and Violet, looking down at him from beyond reality, their expressions just barely visible to him behind the backdrop of stars that made up the cosmos. Their smiles, their warm, inviting smiles swam in his vision, barely solid yet so very real, beckoning him to come closer, to join them in an embrace that would last forevermore… and to bring everyone else with him as well, that they may live for eternity in a glorified existence of pure self-indulgent lust and carnal bliss. And after that moment passed, when the final lever was flipped and the last finger snap delivered, there was no more Fenrir, only a rampaging beast that would take the universe by storm and forcefully ascend it to a state of being beyond that of even the gods. Everyone would feel what he felt in that one moment.
And they would rejoice. | null | [] |
Shattered Shards: Shardstalkers Chapter 1
Gerrig smiled to herself as she floated in the cool dark waters of her meditation pool. The she-serpent delighted in the smooth, gentle flow of water over her scales, the sea's caress of her wing membranes, and the almost playful fondling it gave of other areas. The seas were not her domain; they belonged to one of her cousins, another of the Dark Pantheon. But the dark of the sea beneath her palace offered a tranquility and solitude that she had come to rely upon the channel her power to is fullest.
She smiled as one of her three pairs of hands cupped her midsection, she would soon have another champion to place in the mortal world. Her egg was ready; it merely needed to be fertilized by traditional means or by implantation. Gender mattered not to a being infused with divine power; her offspring would draw what it needed from her chosen one.
The dark goddess of fertility had sewn seeds that were now ripe for harvest. Metaphorical seeds, plants and sex had no involvement with what was to happen. Well... the plants didn't. But as with nearly everything she laid her six hands upon, sex was involved in some way. It wasn't required, but Gerrig found more enjoyment out of plans coming to fruition when it was. The time was right for her to reach out into the gaps between worlds, between realms of existence, and to pull from the ground the carrots of scheming she had planted. It didn't have quite the sinister ring to it, but it was the most accurate comparison to what she was doing. Planting something, only to rip it from the soil when it suited her purpose.
The three year cycle, where the Dark Moon was highest in the sky, when the wicked were the most powerful, it peaked tonight. Tonight Gerrig and her kin could reach out into the realm of probability and scoop up large pieces of existence. Large compared to what they could usually take or leave, usually little more than a small item the size of Gerrig's fist or forearm. During the last Black Apogee Gerrig had placed buildings, mansions, entire towns, places that would draw in the sort of power she craved, to coax, caress, and seduce those that dwelt near them into being her followers.
She whispered thanks to the Nameless Ones, the unknown great gods and goddesses that had made all of creation, and then stood back, out of even the scope of the lesser deities that came into being within their construct. A union of two disparate creations had resulted in a fusion of realities unlike anything Gerrig had ever known, the fabric of existence was weak, allowing for easier manipulation, as well as being able to, for brief moments, reach out and grasp the creations of others. True, Gerrig and her ilk could never truly affect them. They could only touch what the grand gods had cast aside, had decided not to be. Bits of time that could have been, but weren't. Probabilities, stories that could have been, but weren't, but were allowed to remain in a strange sort of limbo. They were not woven into the fabrics of the reality that had created them, but existed alongside them.
These scraps of reality, if one used the sewing analogy, could easily be snatched by anyone with the proper reach, and upon this night Gerrig had that reach. She closed her eyes and sent her power into the void between possibilities, seeking out the beacons of her power that existed on the manifold worlds where she had placed those three years prior.
The serpentine goddess reached out and gently (for her) took hold of the scraps and pulled, drawing them from the metaphorical sewing room floors and wastebins to her own room, taking the oddly shaped bits of... thread. The weaving analogy worked better here, stealing threads to weave into her own tapestry. With her concentration on her tasks, the metaphors really broke down, for as she was gathering in the harvest she was also sewing seeds, which any farmer knew was something you just didn't do. But then again, what mortal botanist would dare criticize a goddess on her cultivation practices.
Gerrig chuckled to herself as she cleared her mind, scouring the world beneath her for the proper places to set her newly acquired treasures. Some of them were places that she'd plucked up and moved into other realities, and it was easy to find matches for those. But for others it was a bit more difficult. It would take a little time, and she didn't want her children getting worried while she finished her business.
A few words of encouragement, and then there was the delightful pleasure granted of a job well done, a fraction of the delicious rewards she could grant her followers, knowing or not. Ah, she was feeling generous, granting a few of her newly arrived children a few of their unknown desires. Being an expectant mother always put her in a rather generous mood, and she hoped that her newly adopted children had one amongst them that would make Mommy very happy...
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Thunder rumbled in the skies over the peaceful compound. Heavy rain knocked petals from flowers and sent leaves and fruit alike cascading down from the trees. Through the curtain of the rain the stone exteriors of the buildings could be seen. They looked almost out of place with their red clay-tiled roofs and the style that they were made in, it was as if they had been plucked from a desert somewhere and set down in the lush grove.
Dubbed 'Felicity House' the orphanage consisted of several of the buildings, connected by roofed walkways, and in some cases, shared basements. Most of the children were down in one of them, clustered around an old black and white TV, one of their caretakers futzing with the rabbit ears to try and improve the picture and sound.
"...Severe weather warning for the great tetra-country area, with a tornado watch in effect for..." the television went to static for a span of several seconds "...counties. Channel..." more static, "weather spotters have described the storm clouds as thick and eerie, almost with a red or purple tint to them."
Mimi sighed as she continued to futz with the television, there was a nice, big one up in the den, but with the orphanage out in the rural area, cable TV wasn't really an option, and the rain made the satellite dish act up. Plus if there really were tornados on the way, it would be safer for everyone being down here.
The catgirl looked around the room, her sister Nana was doing a headcount on the 7-10 year olds, while Tama and Pico were playing with some of the children to help ease their fears. Mimi wasn't fond of the new responsibilities that they all had thrust upon them, but she was more than willing to help out. The four older catgirls, Grace, Alto, Lucy, and the orphanage's owner, Felicia, all were undergoing some strange thing. Mimi had a pretty good idea of what it was, but from the few books she could find on her race, Catwomen were only supposed to go into heat for a few weeks out of the year, a year and a half prior, Felicia had gone into an almost constant state of heat, need, and longing.
Even with only a human sense of smell, it had stirred something up in a few of the older male orphans, several of them essentially forcing themselves upon Felicia, but the eldest catgirl was so needful it seemed that she let it happen, rather than fight them off. It had thankfully ceased during the pregnancy that resulted from the incident, but once the quadruplets had been born Felicia had gone right back into heat, and strangely seemed to take the other three in with her.
Grace seemed the least affected. She could temporarily hide her feline traits under a cloak of magic. They all could, though most of them not for very long, and she conducted all of Felicity House's business in the local towns; getting groceries and the like. The strange condition of heat didn't seem to be purely connected to all the catgirls who had gone through puberty, as Mimi and Nana were not continually lust stricken. Both of them had felt the ravages of heat earlier in the year, but it had come and gone, thankfully without pregnancy.
Felicia frowned upon it, as for some reason unknown to Mimi she had taken on the trappings of a Catholic nun. The elder catgirl wore her habit often, even though she usually went without any other sort of clothing, though that bothered her. Her nipples were just so sensitive, especially with her swollen, milk-filled breasts, wearing anything would irritate them.
Mimi had dealt with her heat in the way that seemed the most common, in the arms of another catgirl. Grace and Alto seemed quite keen to pleasure one another, while Lucy often joined in. But Nana and Mimi had taken care of one another. 'Sister' Felicia greatly frowned upon that, however, saying that it was wrong.
But Mimi didn't particularly care. There were no catboys around for her to make love to, and it seemed stranger to find passion in the arms of a member of another species, a human, rather than another catgirl.
The fuzz in the feed finally vanished, "Rainfall is most severe in this area here." The weatherman said, motioning with his hand around an oddly even weather front. It was strangely bullseye shaped, not the somewhat roundish or oval forms thunderstorms sometimes took, but one that was absolutely positively, perfectly circular. "This front is oddly symmetrical, as if it were focused around a single point. The cloud cover seemed to arrive out of nowhere, and this rainfall was not in our forecast for today. It's like the storm just popped into being, centered around this one point."
Mimi's eyes widened, for she knew exactly where that one point was: Felicity House.
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The catgirl ran as fast as her clawed feet could carry her. She winced as she heard the ripping of carpet as she darted across the complex, Sister Felicia had to be told about this. She was the only one that could possibly know what to do, as none of the other catgirls had any experience with the supernatural.
Felicity House lacked a priest, and despite Felicia's upbringing, she didn't really seem comfortable actually leading a full service. She just went about with what she could remember as best she could. It made her happy, and many of the orphans and caretakers attended, though Mimi, Nana, Tama, and Pico did not. Mimi knew where her mentor would be, and as she pulled open the doors to the sanctuary she was struck by an almost tangible feeling of lust and need. It was like someone had thrown a ball at her midsection, but rather than impact with flesh, it instead threatened to send her spiraling into a near-bestial state of lust. Mimi sucked in a breath through her teeth and approached the alter, where Felicia was kneeling.
The catgirl winced, her mentor's lips were moving and she was praying, but rather than having her hands clasped in the familiar position, Mimi found that Felicia had one hand between her legs and the other cupping a milk-filled breast. Mimi found herself licking her lips, finding herself instinctively wanting to assure that those droplets did not go to waste. Resolutely though she managed to fight off the ache that sent moisture trickling down her bare thighs. Like all the catgirls she thought clothing should be something to wear when going out in public, and that nakedness was the way one ought to be at home, as it was what made them feel the most comfortable.
"M-ma'am," she stammered, resisting her urge to press up against Felicia.
The elder catgirl's eyes opened and she gasped, looking down in bafflement at the placement of her hands, "That's strange... I... I was praying, for an end to this..." she waved her hands around, not able to quite find the proper word. Though she was the oldest, Mimi had long since noted that she wasn't the brightest, and tended to be a little bit... stuffy about things.
"Desire?" Mimi suggested.
Felicia nodded and winced, as if giving it a name enabled the sensation to secure a deeper power over her, "Yes, that."
Mimi closed her eyes as Felicia began to absentmindedly lick her fingers clean, "Ma'am, there's something weird going on. The storm outside is centered on us. I saw the radar map thing on TV and it looks like a dart board, with us right at the center. This storm is supernatural and I... I..."
She could resist no longer, jumping on Felicia, her legs wrapping around her mentor's waist, her lips seeking out Felicia's own.
At first Felicia tried to resist, but she found her will to fight easily sapped by the soft lips against her own and the rough tongue within her mouth."Not in the sanctum!" she thought to herself, but as she found her hands slipping between Mimi's legs, she found herself obeying a small voice in the back of her mind. What better way to show devotion to life and love then to perform the act that made life, to make love in a holy place, under the gaze of her goddess.
The thought made Felicia hesitate, and with all her strength she managed to push Mimi off of her, and with all her will managed to prevent herself from pouncing the younger catgirl herself.
As if for the first time Felicia found herself looking around at the chapel. She had always thought that the furnishings had been those of her faith, but looking back, she couldn't exactly recall what any of them were. Not the statues in the corner, or the images of the stained glass windows, nor the large figure that loomed over the altar.
The windows showed sexual acts taking place, the statues were those of winged women with obscene never regions, and the stature behind the altar was that of a winged woman with many breasts and a serpent's tail instead of legs. The stone image was carved with grand attention to detail, the sapphire eyes seemingly to glint with amusement, and the outstretched arm beckoning Felicia back into the loving, blissful, erotic embrace of her goddess.
"N-no!" she stammered, backing away from the altar. Somehow the statue had clouded her mind, altering her perceptions. The serpent's bountiful breasts and rounded belly were signs that she was a goddess of pregnancy and fertility, and from the thick, bestial phallus that jutted from just below her waist, she was more than certainly a goddess of sex as well.
Felicia pulled Mimi to her feet, her anger managing to bury the fires of her lust beneath the flames of her rage. But still she found her body longing to be pressed close to her ward, and Mimi's purring and licking at her neck wasn't helping in the slightest. With a great effort, Felicia managed to pull the two of them from the chapel, their lust dimming as the great double doors closed behind them.
Mimi's eyes widened as most of the lusting sensation left her, "Oh geez, that was terrible!" she said, wincing.
Felicia nodded, her own desire having gone down a few notches, but she had spent so much time in the chapel that it seemed to have infused her to the very core. "I... I can't believe that that's been there for years and I've never noticed." She blushed and removed her habit, looking at it sadly.
"I don't think that I can wear this." She said softly, "I haven't been able to keep the vows that go along with it, and somehow managed to be seduced and coerced into..." she shuddered, "It's blasphemous is what it is. But I just... just can't..." she shuddered and shook her head.
There was an intense flash of red light, followed by a rumble of thunder that made the windows rattle in their frames for several seconds.
Felicia's eyes widened, "Oh! A thunderstorm, and a bad one! Mimi, we need to..."
Mimi shook her head, "Everyone is already down in the basement. But the storm isn't natural, that's what I came to tell you. It's perfectly round, and it's centered on Felicity House. Someone, or something, has..."
Another lightning strike turned the interior of the orphanage white, but rather than thunder, the flash was accompanied by something else, a momentary sensation of pressure and then release, and with that release Felicia and Mimi found themselves collapsing to the floor, knees unable to support them as their bodies were rocked by the incredibly, intense pleasure of a series of powerful, rapid climaxes.
"Welcome to all my followers," hissed a soft, pleasant, seductive, and yet still serpentine voice, "Your mistress calls you here so that you may earn your rewards as her loyal children, as well as to compete amongst yourselves for the right to become my champion."
Images flashed through the minds of the two catgirls; the power, the pleasure, and the rewards that could easily be theirs if they only obeyed and worshipped this being of obvious great power. The pounding of rain upon the orphanage roof had vanished, and the song of birds could be heard.
Felicia growled at the words and stormed to the door, determined to pummel the speaker into apologizing for inflicting a permanent state of heat upon her. But her wrath faded, replaced by awe as she saw the sky above her home.
Though it was bright as day, the sky was a deep black, dotted with stars as well as other, larger objects that were far, far closer. Some that looked as if one could fly to them, if one had wings. From her place on the third floor balcony across from the chapel Felicia could see over the garden between the three wings of the orphanage, past the dried up creek, and down into the mountain valley below. The plants and trees around the orphanage were far different than those found several hundred feet beyond it, and Felicia now knew why. They hadn't been planted, the buildings had been built here and sent into her own world.
They had been out of place and they would have given most people a subconscious feeling of unease, shooing them away. But Felicia was a supernatural creature herself, and had been drawn to the site, enraptured by its power, and when the structure was called home, it took all the occupants along with it.
"Mimi, make sure everyone stays inside. Get everybody down into the basements, find Grace and Lucy and get them down there too. Have the older children help move the nursery down there, and make sure that..." Felicia blinked, as if suddenly realizing something.
She looked down and ran a hand over her trim, flat midsection, looking puzzled. "Eliza, Kathryn, Delilah, and Anita." She said, naming off her four daughters who were in the nursery, being overseen by Grace. The eldest of the catgirls, aside from Felicia, Grace tended to the nursery, and though she was not pregnant she oddly had begun to lactate and enjoyed nursing Felicia's children, as well as the other half dozen babies. "Has it really been that long? I feel like I still ought to be pregnant..." Felicia said softly, "What did that so-called goddess do to me? Why do I feel so weird and..."
One of the older boys rounded the corner, panting, his long black hair hanging in his face, "Mimi, the TV signal went out. We can't get anything, not even on the radio on Mei's MP3 player." Yuri managed to pant. He stared at Felicia, who was holding her midsection, her teeth clenched.
"Is Sister Felicia alright?" he asked, worried, taking a step forward.
"I don't..." Mimi began, only to be knocked out of the way as Felicia darted forward.
"Why do I need your cock inside me?" she yowled, finishing her sentence, once more overcome with heat. The human youth's eyes widened, and he blushed at her words, not quite realizing what they meant before the catwoman impacted with him, her lips finding his, her taloned hands clawing for the zipper of his pants.
Mimi shuddered, unable to stop herself from watching as her mentor removed Yuri's pants and began to work her tongue over his half-erect member. The unmistakable scent (to a catgirl's keen nose) of semen filled the air; it seemed that the strange orgasmic sensation that had struck Felicia and Mimi had hit some of the other residents as well.
The catgirl found herself licking her lips, wanting to join Felicia in lapping Yuri's shaft clean of every drop, and then coaxing more from him. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the two, heat building once more in her loins. Mimi crawled over to the wall, leaning against it, her view perfect to watch Felicia and Yuri as the catwoman toyed with her young charge, coaxing him to full erection with her tongue.
"Mmm... just what I need..." Felicia purred as she lowered herself onto the young man's cock. Mimi felt a stab of jealousy, loathing that it wasn't her pussy that Yuri's delicious manhood was filling, but for the moment her fingers would suffice. Mmm... maybe if she asked, Felicia would share?
That seemed fair. She'd ask, just as soon as Felicia was done. The catwoman let out a yowl of pleasure as the young man filled her. He had looked confused at first, and a little afraid. But now it seemed he was quite enjoying himself, a blissful expression on his face. He almost seemed to be purring with delight. Mimi blinked at that, for Yuri was indeed purring. It was perfectly normal for a catperson to do, but Mimi was rather sure that humans didn't purr during sex. But as she drew in a breath through her nose, she found that Yuri's scent wasn't human. It was something familiar, and yet different. It was most definitely Yuri, but there was also a goodly portion of it that was feline, as well as a part of the familiar scent of the other catgirls, but... different.
Silver-grey claws tore their way through the toes of Yuri's shoes and the matching talons upon the young male's fingers were digging into the carpet as Felicia really began to ride him. The catwoman's own pinkish claws tore open Yuri's shirt, caressing the strips of white, grey, and black fur they found beneath the garment. Mimi watched in fascination as fur began to grow over Yuri's skin.
At first it seemed to be in a pattern like Mimi and the other catgirls had, but instead it seemed that they were stripes of darker fur, with the lighter shade emerging several seconds later. Was this what a male catperson looked like; more bestial and feral looking than the females? The young catgirl wasn't sure, but the soft shimmering coat of Yuri made her want to press up against him, to cuddle against the shiny softness. The catboy let out a playful growl and knocked Felicia's arms aside, making the catwoman tumble down atop him. He pressed ebon lips against hers, his face pushing outward slightly into a feline muzzle. Felicia didn't seem to mind and gleefully explored Yuri's new maw with her tongue.
Felicia's tail lashed from side to side, something cats usually did when agitated. Mimi had seen this happen when the older catgirls were getting intimate. It meant they'd claw your face off if you interrupted them. Quite rapidly Yuri had a tail of his own joining in the motion.
Mimi found herself wanting to play with it, for it was unlike her own and those of the other catgirls. It was large, thick, and very fluffy, with long, shaggy fur that Mimi wanted to run her fingers through, to cuddle up against, and to groom playfully with her rough tongue. In the span of a few minutes Yuri had gone from a well-built young human to a drop dead gorgeous snow leopard-boy with a coat of beautiful fur to die for. This sort of thing didn't just happen, and Mimi had never detected the slightest hint of anything feline in his scent, or anything supernatural for that matter.
Yuri let out a feral roar as he climaxed, joined by a pleasured yowl from Felicia, who threw her head back as the catboy's seed surged into her eager body. Mimi could see the stress and tension almost oozing from her mentor's body as each jet of seed pumped into her hungry sex.
With a satisfied sigh Felicia stood, revealing Yuri's altered equipment; his shaft was nearly a foot long, and rather oddly shaped if what Mimi had seen in the showers was anything to go by. It was also a shade of black that stood out against the white-grey fur of Yuri's underbelly. And despite his romp with Felicia the cute male was still hard, and he looked rather eager for more. Felicia looked somewhat confused and was staring off into space as several emotions seemed to have her in their grip simultaneously.
Mimi grinned, if her mentor wasn't going to tend to the needs of the cute male, he was open for some equally needy female to take and ravish. The catgirl was on Yuri in an instant, snuggling into the snow leopard's soft pelt.
The catboy had a fanged grin upon his face as he guided his length into Mimi's sopping snatch. The catgirl was more calm and placid than Felicia had been, but no less needy. Instead of on his back, Yuri sat instead, with Mimi in his lap. He purred happily, stroking her sapphire hair and licking playfully at her ears. It felt so natural to him, so right. It was what he ought to do for a soft, small, cute feline lover. He brushed a lock of bright red hair out of his eyes and tilted Mimi's head back, allowing him to look into the catgirl's needful eyes for a moment before giving her the sweet kiss she craved.
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For the first time in quite some time Felicia's mind was perfectly clear, utterly free of the lustful fog that had bewitched it for such a long while. She wasn't sure how long exactly she had been under the influence of the demonic being that had perverted her chapel and seduced her and the other catgirls into committing such wicked, depraved acts of lust.
But even as she could recognize them as such, she didn't feel any sort of anger, regret, or outrage at the actions. She'd just... had sex with one of the young men that had been entrusted to her care, while he'd transformed into a feline creature, as much snow leopard as human, unlike herself. Felicia was more human-like than cat-like, and had never seen a creature like the one that Yuri had become.
Well, she had, but it hadn't been of a feline nature. But oddly there seemed to be a portion of Felicia's kind within the young male. The natural rosettes of the leopard were also joined by stripe-like markings that greatly resembled the strips and patterning of fur that grew over the bodies of all the catgirls.
A year, perhaps more, spent in debauchery had certainly left its mark upon Felicia, for as she turned her gaze upon the coupling of Yuri and Mimi her first thoughts weren't to scold them about having sex before marriage, or to warn of the dangers of pregnancy, or any of a dozen other things a responsible adult ought to. Rather her thoughts were along the lines of "They look like they're having fun. I wonder if they'd mind if I joined in?"
Despite the almost instinctual desire to join in, Felicia didn't feel the least bit aroused. For the first time in a long while she actually felt no sexual need whatsoever. Free of lust and of mental fog, Felicia actually felt like herself again, almost. She turned away from the mating cat-couple, ashamed at her wicked thoughts. Some darkness had slowly trickled into her soul, driving out the pure light that had once dwelled there. There was a strange disconnect between her rational mind and her emotions and instincts. She recognized that the way she was feeling was wrong, that it was strange, that it was not who she was. Yet her emotions and desires were completely anathema to the person she believed herself to be.
Felicia shuddered, her fur standing on end as a shiver went through her body. Something terrible was happening nearby, but she didn't know where. Felicia closed her eyes and tried to focus upon the strange sensation, but it slipped away from her. Held almost tauntingly out of her reach.
"You cannot use your mistress' power and reject it at the same time." Purred an amused voice.
Felicia spun, looking all around her, but could not find the source of the strange voice. It sounded... oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it.
"Things are happening that are beyond your control, pretty kitty," the voice continued, "And the only way you're going to be able to come out of this without anyone getting hurt is to let in a little bit of that darkness."
"Who are you?" Felicia growled, turning in a slow circle, not wanting to put her back to an unseen foe, she edged towards a door and tugged it open, her keen feline eyes seeing through the darkness, but finding nothing but a stairwell.
"For as long as the Dark Moon is at its zenith and the Black Pantheon tests its champions, I will be your guide." The voice purred, "Beyond that? Who knows?"
"Dark Moon? Black Pantheon? What's going on?!" the catwoman virtually roared, echoing up and down the empty staircase.
"Your orphanage and all those within it have been plucked from your world and placed in this one. Gerrig, the dark goddess whom you are championing, has called you and others like you here to do battle. You will fight for her amusement, and out of it all one of you will rise and become champion, becoming mother or father to the next of her demigod children." The voice explained.
Felicia wrinkled her nose, "I don't want any part of that, fighting, dark goddesses, demon children, anything like that! I just want to have a nice, peaceful life here. I want to help people!"
The voice chuckled, "Right now there are four of your orphans fighting in your stead. The only way you're going to get to them before something unfortunate happens is to accept that the darkness is a part of you."
Felicia slammed a fist into the wall, sending bits of plaster falling onto the steps.
"Dark does not always mean evil, you know. The darkness in a movie theater that lets you more easily see the screen, the warm darkness beneath your bed covers in the morning, the darkness surrounding two lovers sleeping in a tender embrace..."
Felicia gritted her teeth and stopped struggling against the unfamiliar mindscape of her emotions and instincts, she let the person that the dark goddess had forced her into becoming taken over. But only for a moment, and in that moment she heard feral growls of rage and a cry of pain. It was enough, she knew where she needed to be.
Her claws clicked upon the tile floor as she burst out the front door, heading towards the fish pond behind the orphanage. Felicia hoped she would be in time... | null | [] |
I needed to get away from Avis. I normally hadn't gone with her on her buying sprees for the boutique gift shop we owned and she ran in the well-heeled Buckhead suburb of Atlanta. I tried to keep busy managing the tennis program at Georgia Tech. I'd been a top twenty professional once and still played doubles in tournaments when I could get a partner willing to chase the balls down. At nearly thirty-five I wasn't up to that anymore. I had to rely on a power backhand and placement.
That's what I taught at Georgia Tech. Power backhand and placement, and I always had a student or two willing to show me power and placement of another kind when Avis was off on her buying sprees.
For some reason I'd lost my reason and agreed to go to Greece with her in search of exotic pottery for the store. A week of her yapping and arguing with Greek merchants had given me a headache. I volunteered to canvas the northern, Turkish coast of Cyprus, alone. Getting into that enclave was such a hassle and required such a convoluted travel schedule that Avis let me go by myself.
What Avis didn't know, though, was that I had been given some very good recommendations on where to stay and what to do in Turkish Cyprus—and that ever since that Turkish exchange student, Erdiz, had shown me that masterful backstroke of his the previous summer, I had been dying to have another young Turkish man between my thighs.
I arrived in Turkish Cyprus on a plane from Istanbul, having already made reservations at a gay boutique hotel east of Kyrenia on the northern coast. I hadn't given Avis anything but a name and a number and she was so wrapped up in herself that I knew she wouldn't check the hotel out—in fact that she wouldn't try calling me at all. The hotel consisted of six separate villa-style suites cascading down the Kyrenia mountainside below the artists' enclave of Bellapais and toward the Mediterranean coast. The rooms of the hotel clustered around a series of terraces and a swimming pool.
The man at the desk when I checked in, a heavily tanned, solidly built, muscular man in his fifties with a white-toothed smile, wavy gray hair on his head, and salt and pepper hair curling at the neckline and armpits of his athletic T-shirt, asked me if I was in Cyprus on business or for pleasure. I answered, "Both, I hope."
"I assume you know what sort of hotel this is," he asked, with a guarded smile this time.
I answered that I did, that it had been recommended to me by a previous pleased guest, and that I hoped that would be the pleasure part of my trip. I added, though, that I was here to buy pottery in bulk for a boutique in the states.
He gave me a big smile, a wink, and a second, lingering look.
He had a slight, young Turkish man lead me to one of the small villas, which was one large room, with full plate glass at the end pointed to the sea and a bath on one side and small kitchenette on the other side at the opposite end, with the entrance foyer between them.
The young man walked with mincing steps in front of me. He was close to being beautiful rather than handsome. Somewhat androgynous, but arousingly so, I'm sure, for anyone aroused by such a type. This didn't really include me, though; I prefered muscle men who would use me. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and trousers that were almost transparent. He had thong briefs on underneath. And he was barefoot.
When we arrived at the villa and he'd done the obligatory instructions on what was what and how it worked, he asked me if there would be anything else he could do for me—anything at all. It was quite obvious that he was offering himself to me.
I told him that he was quite handsome, but that he wasn't really what I was looking for.
He took it well. He asked me what I was interested in, and I saw no reason not to tell him directly and in detail. I was to find that all Turkish men took it well. I was also to find that if they saw something they liked, they took it—and they usually took it well.
My first experience of that came not more than two hours later. The invitation of the swimming pool and the dark-blue sea beyond were too enticing, and I changed into a Speedo and took my sunglasses, a book, and towels out to the pool and claimed a lounger.
I was the only one there, except for an older man across the pool and one terrace down who was availing himself of the hospitality of the young bellhop who had offered himself to me, without luck. They were entwined on a lounger, with the guest—who was probably northern European and whose body was going to fat—huffing and puffing as he fucked the young Turk.
I tried to ignore them and to get interested in my book and taking the sun's rays. I hadn't been there very long, though, before the man who had checked me in—who I was to learn was the owner of the hotel—put me in the shadows by standing between me and the sun.
He was a fine figure of a man. In fact, other than age, he was very much like what I had told the bellhop what I was interested in. He now was without his T-shirt. He was muscular, with a barrel chest, and his torso and arms were quite hairy. My tennis player, Erdiz, had been hairy too. It was part of what I enjoyed about him. Erdiz was much younger and trimmer than the man standing before me. He was also much more handsome of face. But this man had a rugged charm about him. And that ready smile. And his hands were big and his fingers long and thick. And I looked down at his toes in his open-toed sandals. They were thick and long too, and hair covered.
"I am Karamat," he said. "We met at the reception desk."
"Yes we did," I answered
"I own the hotel. I sent Musa with you to your room, but he said you were not interested—at least not in him."
"Musa is very nice," I answered. "But, no, he is not what interests me. He seems to be busy now."
We both looked over at the other lounger. Musa was on his chest, with his midsection and legs in the air. The northern European was holding Musa's legs at his side and fucking the young man like he was fucking a wheelbarrow.
"I'm not sure I've ever seen that position," I remarked, keeping my tone amused. "I certainly haven't tried it."
"You must like men inside you then," he said rather matterf-factly. "And it's a fine position. You *should* try it."
"Yes, I do like men inside me. And maybe someday I will try that," I answered in the same vein.
He sat down on the lounger beside my thigh then, leaning over me, with his hand down beside my opposite side. "Would you like me to suck and fuck you, then? I assure you that I do it very well. Do you like Turkish men. Not boys, men."
"Yes," I said. "I like Turkish men very much. And before you ask, I like hairy men. But I've only had younger men."
"Bah. What do younger men know about fucking other men? You need to be at least fifty to do it well, to make men beg for it again."
"I've always thought that the second fuck was nicer than the first," I said. "You have your hand on my cock." And he did; he was lightly massaging my basket.
"Do you mind?"
"No. It feels good."
"Do you want to see what I fuck with?"
"Sure. Why not."
Karamat stood and dropped his shorts to the ground. I gasped at the size of him. He was in half erection. And the hair on his dark brown body was salt and pepper everywhere but on his head, which was gray, and his pubes, which were still black.
"See, my head is old, but my cock is young," he said. "The hair tells you." And then he laughed. "The best for you. My head knows what to do; my cock can still do it."
"That's nice to know."
"I suck and fuck you now, yes? I make your trip worthwhile."
I smiled and lifted my hips off the surface of the lounger. He leaned down and pulled my Speedo down my legs.
"Very nice," he said, giving what Turks must use for a wolf whistle, making a popping sound from his mouth with his plump thumb. "Many men fuck you? Your hole tight or slack?"
"Not many—and usually with weeks or months between one and the next. Tight, I would guess. Does it make a difference?"
"If slack, I have ways to tighten it up. Tight is good. You feel it good. You not afraid?" he asked. He was holding his cock and waving it at me.
"Yes, of course I'm afraid of what you're waving at me. But that's part of the enjoyment, isn't it."
"I like you. You're not shy. I give you good fuck, I think. It's always better to take it with joy," he said, with a broad smile on his face.
He fished around in the pocket of his shorts and brought out a tube of lubricant and three condom packets.
"Three?" I asked in mock shock.
"You said the second is better than the first, so we see what three is like." He was smiling again.
"We'll see about that," I said, with a laugh.
He sat back down on the lounger, opened the lubricant, and took some in his hand. Then he leaned his face over my groin, took the bulb of my cock in his mouth, and started to suck. I moaned and ran the fingers of both of my hands into his hair. I had every intention to get as much enjoyment out of this as he would give me. One of his hands went under my thighs, and I felt his lubricated fingers at my hole. He licked up and down my shaft and then took it all in—once, twice, three times. I shuddered and lifted my hips off the lounger. He had moved a finger deep inside me.
I moaned deeply. It was obvious that he could give me much enjoyment.
He came up for air and said, "Yes, very tight. I like tight. Like taking a virgin. But we loosen it up a little, I think. You enjoy it more." He took one of my legs and lifted my ankle to his shoulder and then went back to sucking the bulb of my cock and worrying my hole with his lubed finger. Then two fingers, and he was moving them in and out, finger fucking me. His tongue was flicking my piss hole, and I was groaning and writhing under him.
"Young men do this to you?" he asked when he came up for air.
"No," I answered. "They are more direct and more insistent. They focus on themselves, their own needs."
"Ah, older men like me—and soon you—know how to savor it. How to have more pleasure; but more, how to give pleasure. And you are a guest here. We work to your pleasure."
Three fingers and I was grunting and groaning. His mouth was pumping down on my shaft. Quicker and quicker. I came in a flood into his mouth.
"Sorry," I whispered. "It was too good."
"Just one," he said with a laugh. "I make you come four times. Each one better than the one before."
He lifted the hand that he'd been fingering my hole with and flashed four fingers. He slowly and with a wink inserted each finger in is mouth, in turn, and sucked them.
"Oh, god," I croaked.
"Now me. First one very businesslike. You like second, so first one just to put us both in the mood." He stood up from me, straddling the lounger and my thighs and made a show of rolling a condom on his cock and lathering it up with lube.
"First time is for conquering," he said. "Once you are mine, we make love. Or maybe you don't—"
"Stop talking and fuck me," I said. "Yes, hard and deep. Take no prisoners. Make me feel it. Use me." I spoke in a low growl that I didn't recognize as my voice.
He gave me an intense look, grabbed my ankles and spread and raised my legs, pulling my pelvis up off the lounger as well. I rolled it up. He positioned the bulb of his cock at my entrance. I grunted and groaned as he worked the bulb inside.
And then he stopped, leaving his bulb inside the entrance, while I adjusted to it and tried my best to pull it further in with the muscles of my sphincter. This was working, he slowly was moving inside.
"Ah, good. You are good at this. I think we both will take our pleasure from this," he murmured. "But you are too anxious. More pleasure if you know your need for it enough to beg for it."
I began to pant, to beg for it. I scrabbled for his nipples through the matting of hair on his chest, trying to provoke him to plunge into me. He was smiling more cruelly now.
"Shit. Fuck! Give it to me!"
"We will see if a young man can do this for you."
I cried out as he plunged down, down, down. Out and then plunge, again. I cried out again and raised my pelvis to him. When he'd bottomed this time, he held deep inside. I plaintively begged him to fuck, pulling at his body hair, raising my mouth to his nipples and sucking hard, getting my hands around on his buttocks and squeezing the meaty globes and trying to pull him deeper inside me. I beat on his chest with my fists.
God, I wanted him to fuck me hard—more than I'd ever wanted in a fuck before.
He pulled away from me, and slipped out. Then he rose up on his feet, his legs straddling the lounger, and flipped me over. He grabbed my legs, pulling me up to where only my chest and cheek were on the surface of the lounger. With a laugh, he plunged back into me with his cock, and began wheelbarrow fucking me like I had remarked on about the fat guy and androgynous bell boy across the pool. I grabbed the upper legs of the lounger, hanging on for dear life, and cried out my passion while he pumped me hard and deep, not stopping until I had come again.
Karamat let me collapse on my belly on the lounger, and he came down, full length, on top of me. He had come too. I was so absorbed in my own ejaculation that I don't know if we came together or he came first or after.
I felt him go soft inside me while he ran his hands over my body and nibbled at the hollow of my neck. He moved down my body, kissing as he went, until he was crouched behind me. He tongued and nibbled at my buttocks, and then I felt him pulling my dick and balls through my legs. I moaned, widened the stance of my legs, and came up slightly on my knees, presenting my ass to his attentions.
When he swallowed my ball sack and began to roll my balls inside his mouth, I rewarded him with another deep moan. He was holding and slow-stroking my cock with a hand.
"Do your young men give you this attention? Has anyone else done this to you after a first fuck?" he asked.
"No," I answered with a groan. He moved his mouth to my cock and then my hole. Back to my cock and then my hole. And I ejaculated for the third time.
I heard him fiddling with a condom packet, and then he was straddling my hips and riding me in long, deep, slow strokes. He had his fists pushed into my shoulder blades, bearing the weight of his body, but then he slipped them around under my chest and arched my back up to him. I turned my face toward his and we kissed for the first time. He tasted of tobacco and brandy. He was palming my chest, rubbing both nipples between thumb and forefinger, and rocking my body back and forth on his cock.
This time I felt him ejaculate into the balloon of the condom inside me, and I sighed and murmured, "Thank you. The second time was even better."
"You are a sweet fuck," he muttered back in a matterf-fact voice. "I leave you now for a while. I have to build up again after two and there is work to be done. If you want me to finish you, stay here and I'll be back."
"Finish me?" I murmured. "How could there be more?"
"Stay around and you'll find out," he answered. "I am Turk; there's always more."
I laughed at that—at the inference that I was some sort of project that needed to be finished well. But I stayed, on my belly, luxuriating in the pleasure I had gotten out of his mature, experienced body. And from his bull's cock.
I looked out over the pool. Musa, the small bell boy was riding the prone figure of the Northern European now. And nearby, two men were entwined on a lounger. I couldn't tell who was fucking whom. They were both Europeans and were young and thin. I decided they must be a couple, retreating here to do what they couldn't so openly do at home.
A young man was cleaning the pool. He had a gorgeously well-developed body and was wearing a skimpy black bathing suit. His body was a nutty brown, and he had a full head of black, curly hair and a Fu Man Chu mustache. He wasn't nearly as hairy as Karamat was, but there was a trace of matting under his pecs and a thin line running down to the waistband of his swim suit, which dipped down in front, permitting pubic hair to rim the waistband. When he raised his arms, though, there was a good bit of hair in his pits. His torso was tightly sculpted, and the veins popped out on his powerful arms.
I dozed, thinking of him. When I woke, not knowing why I had done so, Karamat was sitting beside me again, massaging my body with his strong hands. The Northern European and Musa were gone, as was the pool man. The young European couple were in the pool, one belly up to the side of the pool with his arms splayed out over the pool deck tiles. His partner was embracing him from behind and they were kissing—and, I presume, fucking.
"You are awake."
"Yes."
"You have not run from me."
"No."
"We know each other well now. Two fucks and we are friends. Now we will be lovers, yes?"
"Yes, please."
"I fuck you know like a Turk fucks his lover."
He stood and I watched him roll on a condom—the third one. He turned me on my side on the lounger, away from him, and then stretched out behind me. He pulled my body into his, and I turned my face to his, and we kissed, as we both explored each other's bodies to the extent that we could reach. He pulled my pelvis into his groin and reached down and pulled my calf up so that my leg was bent. I felt the knee of his leg cover my other leg and pull it back a bit.
And then he was slowly entering me—and entering, entering, entering. One of his hands went to my cock and encased it and he slow fucked and slow stroked me to my promised fourth coming, his third, and to, indeed, what was the most sensual fuck of the three.
"You must lock your door tonight," he whispered in my ear.
"Why? I've heard that Cyprus is perfectly safe."
"If you do not lock your door, you may be attacked and raped."
I didn't lock my door that night.
In the darkest of night, I felt the weight of a body on my chest. And hands encasing my head. And a hard cock presented at my mouth. As I sucked, I ran my hands up onto his chest. Nearly hairless, trim but heavily muscled. Young, virile. The cock sweet in my mouth. Rock hard, but not especially long or thick. It wasn't Karamat.
He kneed my legs spread and pushed his knees underneath my buttocks. As he entered me, he leaned down over me, and we kissed. The silky smoothness of a mustache. I tongued his chest as he pumped me and ran my tongue up into his hairy pits, sniffing and appreciating the maleness of him, his musky scent.
He came inside me and I realized he wasn't crowned. I didn't care. I wanted all of him. I regretted he had come so fast. But surprisingly he didn't soften. Young and virile. He turned me on my belly and rode my ass until we came together—me for the first time, he for the second.
Laying full length on me, he spoke for the first time, in a whisper. "Sorry. I saw you at the pool—with Karamat. I wanted you too. You did not lock your door. I begged Karamat, and he said I could have you. He told me that I was his gift to you, that he fuck you tomorrow again."
"He didn't ask me. You must be punished, I think," I whispered back. "Lay on your back, or I will complain to Karamat."
We changed positions and I rode his cock into the dawn, as he gripped and spread my buttocks with strong, pool man hands—to open me for the repeated invasion of my spread hole with his ramrod cock.
"Pottery? You want pottery? And you want to know if I know where this piece was made?" Karamat turned the coffee mug I'd given him over and over in his hands. He was smiling a funny sort of smile. "Sure, I know this pottery. It's from Kemal's. On the coast west of Kyrenia. I'll call and have them send a man to drive you there, if pottery is what you want."
"You know what I want, Karamat, but pottery is what is paying for this stay at your hotel. It isn't really necessary for you to get me a driver. I can get a taxi."
"No problem; they want to send a car for you," Karamat said. He couldn't seem to lose that lopsided grin. "I'm sure they will enjoy serving you."
He went into the office of the hotel to make a telephone call, and I went back to my villa to rest until the driver came for me.
It had been a tiring day. I hadn't gotten much sleep and was gloriously sore, but walking down in the castle harbor town of Kyrenia had helped me exercise muscles back into shape and deaden any pain I had experienced. I just wasn't used to so much sex of that intensity—and from two different men—in that short a period.
In Kyrenia I had moved from one souvenir or gift shop to another, seeking local-made pottery Avis would like. There were some vividly painted scenes of ancient Turkish warriors done on large display plates that I found were made in mainland Turkey, and I managed, with the help of the shop here, to order a shipment of those by telephone to be shipped directly to Atlanta.
But other than that, there was disappointingly little. That was with the exception of the unusual coffee mug I had found. It was of a tan earth color, rough pottery on the outside, with geometric designs etched into it while the pottery was still wet—obviously by hand or a stencil roller but by a deft hand. Only the inside and lip of the cup were glazed before firing. I had found a few bowls of this and a set of wine glasses and a water pitcher, as well. I'd only bought the cup, though, so that I could show it to Karamat. The shopkeepers I'd asked concerning the origin of the pottery were only willing to obtain it for me. But I didn't want a middleman on the payroll or I wouldn't have come here directly.
I was dozing in my room when the telephone buzzed and Karamat was summoning me to take my ride to the Kemal pottery.
As I walked up to the hotel office, I saw that Karamat was talking with a young Turk, who, it seemed like all of the Turkish men here, was handsome, dark and sultry, and built like an athlete. He had a slightly thugish look to him, like anyone who went with him would be used roughly, which gave me chills. He also cast on me the same speculative smile I'd seen others do since I came to Cyprus.
"This is Rafat," Karamat said. "He will take you to the pottery." They had been speaking with their heads close together as I approached. They both looked up and gave me brilliant smiles when they sensed I was there. They both were in shorts and droopy athletic Ts, with deep cuts in the armholes, showing thick matting of black hair in their pits, and curly hair cascading out of the dip in the neckhole. Such revealing wear seemed to be the casual apparel of choice in Turkish Cyprus. They both filled their clothes out very well—the mature, Zeus-like Karamat and the young, Apollo-like man talking with him.
Rafat and I were soon scuttling along the coastline on a bad road in an old Holden with so many knocks and squeals that I had to concentrate hard on what the young man was saying. I was watching his hands on the wheel, although his hands didn't spend much time on the wheel. He was being very expressive with them. They were good, sensual hands. The fingers were long, with curls of dark hair above the knuckles. He touched me a few times while we were driving and he was gesturing and even ran his hand down my chest once when he had flung his hand out, protectively, when we had taken a curve in the road hard.
"You stay at Karamat's hotel, yes?"
He damn well knew I was staying there. "Yes."
"Karamat, he treats you well, yes?"
"Yes, he's very hospitable." I knew what he meant by that. He'd put his hand on my thigh and squeezed as he shot me a brilliant, knowing smile. "And he's a master at what he does." I wanted Rafat inside me, and I wasn't going to be in Cyprus long enough to beat around the bush about it. He'd left no question what he wanted from me.
"You like hairy men?"
"Yes, very much so. And men who take what they want."
"Good," he said, flashing a big smile at me. "Karamat said you were very enjoyable."
Rafat let me off at the front door of a squat stuccoed building with picture windows on either side of the entry. Bars covered these windows. It had the look of an old, disused army barracks about it. Rafat urged me to go on in and look around in their showroom while he parked the Holden behind the building.
I entered the showroom to find, standing behind a counter—Rafat. Although he was quick to point out that he wasn't Rafat, but Selat, the twin of Rafat.
"Please, please. Look around. Uncle Karamat told us what you were interested in—and what you were looking for in pottery wholesale. He say you like the half glaze ware."
"Yes, that intrigues me. I don't think I've ever seen any pottery like that. It's just glazed on the inside." "Uncle" Karamat, I was thinking. He hadn't told me they were related. Perhaps that was why he'd given me such a sloppy grin when I'd shown him the coffee mug.
"Yes. That makes it cheaper. But we find many tourists like it—even better than our more artistic, full-glazed pottery. But, please, look around. We make you a very nice deal. Yes, very nice indeed. Uncle Karamat tell us what you like."
I knew he wasn't talking about pottery any more, not really. I felt myself going hard—especially as Rafat had just entered the showroom. Seeing the two of them together was very arousing.
As the two talked to each other in whispers and undulged at furtive looks at me, I wandered around the store. The half-glazed pottery, indeed, was very enticing—as were many of their fully glazed and decorated pottery pieces. They had pottery with vine leaves either etched into the raw clay or painted on the surface that would, I believed, sell very, very well in Buckhead. Yes, very enticing. I looked at the twins, standing there and smiling at me, proud of their work and hopeful of its sale. They were very enticing too.
"Are these all the samples?" I asked. "Any more somewhere?" I couldn't hide that I was looking for some place more private than the showroom.
"Yes," Selat said, with a broad grin. "We have more. And a very special collection in the back. You come back and see?"
"Yes, please," I said. Selat ushered me toward a doorway covered with a beaded curtain. I saw that Rafat was at the shop door, locking it and turning the sign to "Closed."
The room Selat led me into was not large. Three sides were lined with shelves, containing pottery. A double bed was set against the fourth wall, between two shuttered windows.
My eyes went to the double bed and lingered there.
"Selat and I take turns sleeping here at night," Rafat said. "For protection of the shop. We also fuck here."
I turned my gaze toward Selat, being slightly embarrassed that the young men were so openly hitting me and were so assured. Of course, I had given them every reason to be assured.
"Perhaps this pottery will interest you," Selat said, as he led me over to one wall.
Arranged on the shelves, using the half-glazed technique were a dozen or more cups, bowls, and pitchers.
"Pick one up," Selat said. "Examine it closely. I think that you'll like it." Rafat was standing close behind me. As I picked a cup up—and then almost dropped it as I saw the images etched into it—I felt his hands go to my hips.
I shuddered. The cup was covered with homoerotic art. Like ancient Greek urns, men straddling men on couches. Fondling, sucking, fucking.
I picked several pieces up, all the same, plus some of stylized hard penises.
"You find them interesting?" Selat asked. He was very close to me now too.
"Very interesting, yes," I replied. "But not really what I can sell in Atlanta—at least not in my shop. You have much more—out in the showroom—that I could use, though."
"But perhaps we have something you would want, could use, more privately," Selat said in a low voice. "We can give you a very good deal—a very good deal for someone who was a good friend of Uncle Karamat's—and, we hope, of Rafat and me too."
Rafat had his hands running up under my T-shirt, to my pecs.
"Let's see what kind of deal we can make," Selat said. He took the bowl I was looking at out of my hand and gently returned it to the shelf. Rafat was pulling me over into the center of the room.
"We fuck you now, yes?"
"Yes," I answered breathlessly.
"Both together?"
"If you want."
They sandwiched me, Selat in front and Rafat in back. They had already shucked their own Ts. Rafat pulled mine over my head as Selat unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and let my shorts hit the floor. Rafat was embracing me from behind and moved a hand to cup my chin and turn my face to his for a deep kiss. Selat pulled my briefs down off my legs and he followed them down, going down on his knees and taking my cock in his mouth. Rafat went down on his knees too and he was working between my crack with his mouth and fingers.
I had to grab their heads, Selat's with one hand, and Rafat's with the other, to maintain my balance.
But I didn't have to do that long. The two stood, stripped off their own shorts and briefs, and began working me between them. I could feel both of their cocks between my thighs. For a brief moment, I thought they were going to take me, together, standing there. I had given permission for that, but I'd thought it would be something we'd work up to, if it happened. Selat had already raised one of my legs against his thigh with a hand under my knee. I felt he was on the cusp of pulling the other one up and settling my channel on his cock—with Rafat's right there as well. I moaned, scared, but half wanting it. But when I was sure that was going to happen, they were moving me, toward the bed.
They had me on my back at the end of the bed and were tag-teaming me. Taking turns holding my legs spread and fucking me and feeding me their cocks while kneeling above my head. Every five minutes or so they would switch positions. They occasionally showed concern that maybe I had had enough. They didn't volunteer to stop altogether, but they assured me that they could finish me if I was growing weary. Fascinated by being taken by hunky twins, though, I encouraged them to fuck on.
One of them pulled out of me—I no longer remembered which was which—but rather than switching, the one at my head started working underneath me, until I was full on top of him and his hard cock was pushing up under my ball sack. The brothers worked together to get his cock inside me and then he crossed his arms tightly across my chest, right under my pits, which drew my arms up to where they were effectively trapped.
Then what I had both feared and hoped for before was happening. The other twin was working his cock inside me on top of his brother's. I panted and whimpered, surprised that I could take them as big as they'd both gotten.
"Can you manage?" a voice in my ear whispered. "I can tell Rafat—"
"No, please. Don't stop. I've never... but I want..." So the one on top was Rafat. The one under Selat.
And then Rafat began to pump, and I zipped right to heaven. I was spouting in no time and Rafat pulled out of me long enough to lean down and clean my cock with his mouth. And then he was inside me, pumping again. Selat was moaning now as well and the brothers kissed over my shoulder and then each, in turn, kissed me.
When I opened my eyes, there was another man in the room. A near duplicate of Karamat. He pulled his T over his head. The same hairy barrel chest.
"Our father, Kemal," Rafat said. "This is his shop. He can give you really, really good deal."
"Yes," I answered. I knew what he was asking.
Rafat's face and cock disappeared and now it was Kemal staring down in my eyes, Kemal entering me, Kemal—thicker than Rafat—pumping me on top of Selat's buried cock.
"Kemal says you are A number 1 good fuck," Selat said afterward, sitting beside me on the bed I was still laying on, panting and recovering. Selat was smiling broadly.
"The three of you were great too."
"Kemal, he doesn't speak English. So I ask for him. He says you can have two boxes—like that one over there—full of the pottery of your pick, for free—you just pay shipping and handling."
"That sounds good," I said. My mind was contemplating how much I had made on that marvelous fuck. I felt the need to close the deal before these guys figured out that I should be paying them for the cocking.
"You might want better deal—three boxes," Selat said rather haltingly.
"For what?" I asked.
"If you stay here, the night, with Kemal. And let him do whatever he wants with you."
Kemal was standing inside the door with the beaded curtain. His body was still beautiful to me. His smile was too. He was holding several lengths of nylon rope in one hand.
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