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Title: The Key by Whyte Yote Tags: Angst, Badger, Coyote, Gay Relationships, Incomplete, Love, M/M, Molesting, No-Yiff, Short **The Key (C)MMVII Whyte Yote** "I have the key, Father! The key! You can't let them have it!" The coyote was dying. Robert Maguire had seen enough in his tenure to make him sure of that fact, even if he was unsure about nearly everything else in the world. His words were soft, muted, wet with the same blood that even now was beginning to coagulate on the priest's hands as he held the canine off the rough-hewn stone steps of the church dais. "My son, we need to get you to a doctor. You shouldn't be talking." Robert was whispering and he didn't know why. The cathedral was silent and closed. Saturday evening Mass had ended more than two hours ago. How this man, bloody and limping and infected with old wounds, had entered into the nave was the furthest thing from his mind. How to get him to a hospital, with no car, was more of a priority. "Father," said the coyote, who coughed, splattering red all over Robert's frock like a physical representation of what he had been thinking about before this had happened. "No doctors. Please. They can't find me. I--" another coughing fit. "I need your word." And he fell back, breath shallow, upon the dais. His word? What good was his word anymore? Integrity was not a word with which the badger associated much these days. "Lord, if you're there," he muttered under his breath, watching the coyote's vermilion, matted face, "you had better do something. I can't make this decision on my own." It was a cop-out and he knew it. He knew what he should do, and he was looking for a way out, another thing to blame on God, another sin left to the Father of all Man. Robert had just come out of the confessional, even though the last confession had been almost an hour gone. "You loved me." Robert was startled. He looked around the cathedral for the source before realizing it had come from the bleeding, delirious man in his arms. Had he really thought God was speaking to him? "Yes, my child?" "You loved me when no one else would. I don't blame you. I don't regret a minute." What was this, then? For the ramblings of a dying man, the coyote's eyes were remarkably clear. They held the old badger's own, masked by rimless spectacles, with stoic yellow fire. "We must get you some help. You're in a bad way." But the coyote thrust into his chest, twisting his frock and pulling him almost on top. His breath was rancid, irony. "Don't you see? I need to disappear. You don't understand." And Robert didn't understand. It was starting to eat him up inside, knowing he was in the middle of something very important yet unreachable by his mind. "No traces. Give me your word." The coyote coughed again, and a fresh warm torrent ran over the badger's fingers. The wounds were old, but they were deep. The sudden realization that there was no hope to save him fell like a weight heavier than years of Robert's own sinful pride, and he had to fight off the utter despair and focus as he lost this dying soul. "Take the key. No traces. No one can find you." "I can do that," he said. He felt like he wanted to do whatever he could to make this work, if these were the last moments, if he could do anything at all. He still didn't understand, but maybe it wasn't up to him. Maybe it would come later. The coyote smiled, showing teeth as red as the rest of his muzzle, and *laughed* a little. It must have felt good to him, and Robert was happy for that. "Thank you, Father." The canine convulsed, his whole frame seizing to one side, then the other. Robert was aware of his knees becoming soaked with blood. There was so much of it! "Breast...breast pocket..." Trying to reach into his shirt, the coyote stiffened and fell still. Robert thought that was the end until the hand that was halfway concealed now disappeared behind the tattered and soiled fabric, fumbling and finally making purchase. Jingling followed, and the object fell out of the coyote's grasp. It came to rest two steps below them. Robert picked it up, gleaming dully from candles scattered throughout the worship space. Gold-plated, it had long since lost its shine to a patina that looked decades old, yet it showed signs of having been cut recently and by a modern machine. The badger turned it over in his fingers, letting its supposed power and mystery hypnotize him, until he noticed the keychain attached to the key. "Father...do you remember?" the canine wheezed. A glaze was forming over his eyes, a gel thicker than it was supposed to be. There was no longer hope for him. But he had the key, and that was important. *Why* had yet to be answered. Robert looked at the keychain. It was familiar, and it was definitely older than the key. An old image, a reproduction of a painting from the Middle Ages, of an old polar bear with a flowing white beard and jovial features. A staff he held in one hand. His face was old, sage but youthful and bright. It was the face of Saint Nicholas. The patron saint of children. Robert remembered. Over twenty years ago. The coyote saw his face and smiled. "Father, remember...do me the honor, please..." He grabbed the badger's wrist with wet, limp fingers. "No traces." "No traces. Of course." "Thank you. My--" Coughing hard, struggling for breath, because he only needed one more, just one more. "My name is Colson Porter, and I never stopped loving you." And that was the last before his breathing was too shallow. But he was still alive. Robert sighed. Yes, now he remembered. Some of it he didn't want to. But now the coyote was only thirteen, fresh-faced and ready for the world. So many memories. Most of them beautiful. The priest felt like he should cry, but his capacity would not allow it. "Oh, Cole," he said, stroking the canine's hand. "I'll take care of everything. Now go be with God." "Go home," Colson replied. "That sounds nice." The yellow eyes faded, but did not close. It was over, with nary a sound to be heard. Robert folded the coyote's eyes and crossed himself, asking for a strength he knew he could never possess and not knowing whether he would receive help from where he needed it most, in this hour, on this night, for this soul. \* \* \* Saint Zita's was new enough to have been built with a large congregation in mind, but still old enough to have its own cemetery, hidden by thick stands of oak and pine, off the back of the building and its kitchen. People still came here to remember the dead, but not to mourn: not a single soul was left who was less than two generations removed from any resident of these plots. Robert Maguire toured the grounds often, sometimes in contemplation, others in sad--almost shameful--regret. The most recently interred was Jacob Goldsmith, born 11 October 1811, died 6 June 1879, Beloved Father, Skilled Horseman, Keeper of Dogs, Former '49er. Not the football kind, though. The priest bet, as he perspired under his heavy vestments even in the cool night (the thought had never occurred to him to disrobe), the venerable Jacob Goldsmith never had to deal with the kinds of stresses of this modern-day life. He also bet that if Jacob Goldsmith were anything like himself, he would have been beaten and hanged long before now. The old Chinese man who operated the only hardware store open past six o'clock in the evening gave him an odd look when he had stopped in to purchase more lye than any sane person could ever need, but it was half-hearted at best. It was the look of fleeting interest and pseudo-ambivalence that told the badger *You are being suspicious mister, but I'll let you go this time*. He muttered something about home-made soaps as a church fundraiser before laying down the cash and sulking, rather guiltily, out the door and back to Saint Zita's, where a grim task awaited him. Soft earth, made softer by a previous sudden afternoon squall, gave way easily even under Robert's weak arms. With only the intermittent glow from streetlamps to work by, Robert felt very much alone in his efforts, save for the key that kept jingling, announcing its presence in its new home of khaki slacks. Its weight in his pocket, like a rumor waiting to be discovered, reminded him often of the importance of following Cole's request. It also reminded him that beyond this, there was more to do than live and let it be. And if he did nothing, then something would happen by itself. The thought of that, unknown and possibly hideous, scared him into action. He was, after all, a man of fear. A vague sense that he didn't belong here, in this moment, at the handle of this shovel, permeated the badger's thoughts for the millionth time tonight. Such thoughts occurred to him often nowadays, more during otherwise normal moments, even in the middle of a sermon. The wrong person in the wrong body in the wrong world. But it was easier to do what he knew best and get on with it. Live and let it be, but once again, that argument came around full-circle and ended in a smoldering pile of thought-ashes because of Cole. Cole and his stupid dying and his stupid key. *Serenity, Father,* he thought, and he could see clearly again. The floating patches of light that were the white fur on his palms, gripped tightly and resolutely, removing the last cubic feet of earth from a grave that was never to be discovered. Unless the coyote's movements could be traced through witnesses; then, if the inquiries came, he would tell the truth: that he had respected a dying man's last wishes as a priest and a Catholic, a trustee of God himself. (Though God was becoming more and more of a scapegoat than anything else) You want to take possession of the body? Sure, I'll take you to it. I'll fill out a report, too. Anything special he said? No, just asked to be buried where no trace of him would remain. But some of that was a lie. This was the inner city. You did what you must to get ahead. The coyote's body, athletic but frail and heavier than it looked and laid atop a black plastic trash bag, slid easily over the short grass and into the hole. The only thing Robert could think of as he parted the plastic and opened the first container of lye was an exhibit he had been to once, in the German town of Dachau. There was a Holocaust memorial and museum there. Foreboding smothered everything with intangible weight as he had viewed the camp, from the guard towers to the ovens. As he stood in the only remaining barracks, viewing a pile of thousands upon thousands of shoes of the dead, he had spied a photograph in the opposite corner. It was from 1945, when the Allies had liberated the camp and taken photos as evidence. Hundreds of stickly bodies occupied this photograph, blown up to three-by-four feet. They, just like the shoes, were thin, worn and leathery. And there were hundreds in this corner. It had dawned on Robert then, as he turned around, that the corner he had just left was the very same one as in the photograph. It was an unspeakably dirty feeling, one that made him feel very vulnerable at that moment. This is what burying Cole felt like. Forcing himself to go through the motions as if they were practiced, though this was a first, was also unspeakably dirty. But it was the only way he would get through tonight without breaking down. Separated, yes, but not unrelated. *(What do you feel)* After all these years, the coyote had come to him for the end *(I feel really warm. It's nice)* to give him something cherished, something important and bigger than them both *(I like doing it for you)* but whose importance *(But is it wrong)* meant nothing to him. *(Not if you don't want it to be)* He wanted to look away as he poured the lye over Cole's body, but he wanted to make sure not a drop was wasted or spilled. It coated the coyote's fur, pasting it down and even splashing onto the part of his tongue that hung from his muzzle. Robert made quick work of the second container, then the third. He would discard each one separately, each in a place where they wouldn't be noticed, each in a place wherever who found it would just throw it into the system for him. If the cops ever wanted to know, he wouldn't be able to tell them much. As far as he knew, not a single law was being broken. Church ground was immune. Robert didn't want to wait around for the lye to start working, because he knew exactly what it would do. No traces, that was what it would do. Refilling the hole was a simpler task than digging it out, and took less than half the time. He tamped it down when he was done, but he would have to wait until morning to make sure the ground was level. Then he would throw grass seed and hay over the spot and water it. The grave would hide in plain sight, and Robert doubted a single parishioner would notice. It was not until he reentered the church, and his office, that the badger noticed how exhausted the burial had made him. It was a reminder of his age, just like a lot of things reminded him of his age these days. The night would end with a cup of orange pekoe tea and a little light reading; these minor yet familiar things helped soften, if not erase, what he had just done. Candles and Gregorian chant added to his state of mental ease. Though he didn't want to, Robert found his thoughts wandering to the mysterious key and its story. Obviously to Cole, it was the crux of a larger picture, something important and vital and so secretive that the only person he entrusted it to was an old priest from his childhood church. The fact of their former relationship had undoubtedly weighed heavily on his decision, but it had been decades since they had last spoken. Robert found himself wondering how much effort it had taken the coyote to find him. Maybe it was just as easy as coming home. The sound of the tea water boiling brought him away from his thoughts. Whatever it was, nothing could be done about it tonight. It might even have to wait until Monday lunchtime, because tomorrow was Sunday and he had four masses over which to preside. Looking at his mantel clock, the badger saw it was drawing on eleven-thirty. Much too late for an old man to be up and about. He lit a few candles, poured the tea and settled his bulk into the old armchair that had been a part of this room since he'd been installed at St. Zita's. Its leather, darkened and dulled but never torn, it was itself a reminder of Cole's days here as a choir-boy. In fact, this was the chair where...where... "Oh, dear," said Robert, and his voice broke. "Oh, Cole." And the night was finally over. The weight of it all settled like a wraith on his shoulders as he sipped his tea, as the tears flowed freely, as Father Maguire mourned the death of the coyote and Death in general. They matted his cheeks, yet he said not a word and made no sound, just stared straight ahead at the reproduction of *The Last Supper* on the wall opposite the chair. It was good to let it go; he was surprised to find he couldn't remember the last time he'd cried for the sake of crying, for something worth crying about. He fell asleep that way, his left hand resting on the teacup, the right in his pocket, clutching the key he could not afford to lose yet he would give anything to make it go away, along with its trail of mystery and despair. **FIN** **6/1/07**

Title: 4th Floor Coffman Tags: tea room, gay bareback anal, gay blowjob True-ish tearoom story. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. \=========== I didn't have to wait long. I hardly had time to sit down and touch my cock before he was running his finger under the stall. I'd taken a look before entering my own stall. He was an older dude but younger than I am now as I write this. I was always surprised by the number of older men who showed up even though it is a large campus. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see more than students hanging out, looking for hard dick. I was at an in-between stage. I supposed you could think of me as a grad student, or more accurately a post-doc. I was twenty-eight, older than some but not the oldest by far. I never thought of the older guys as 'trolls', perhaps because I was a bit closer to becoming one of them than the undergrads. Coffman was remodeled years ago. I have no idea where students go for cock these days. Perhaps the world has changed enough they just go back to their dorm rooms and fuck like everyone else. I no longer seek out such places. Kneeling on a cold, dirty, floor and shoving my cock under the stall was never terribly comfortable but now I'd view doing so as impractical, at best. More importantly, that part of my life is in the past. It's still part of me. I no longer deny it, no longer hide it from my wife, but other than in memory, I've set it aside. The man I'd spied through the crack in the door looked okay. I didn't start drooling but he wasn't super over-weight, on the bearish side but not a Wookie, and his cock looked reasonable enough. Still, when I swung off the stool to kneel on the floor, I didn't shove my cock under the stall. I was hard already, God how I miss my twenties. I stroked myself and waited for the sideways, upside down face to appear. It did. "Yeah, stroke that big cock." A talker. Not a deal breaker but not my favorite. My cock is average. I like it. It fits me and, personally, I've always found it nicely proportioned with regard to size of the crown, length and girth. Now, I get it, a certain fulsomeness is part of the gig in these situations. It wasn't what he said; it was that he was already gabbing. I gravitated toward the more silent types. He struck me as too old to be a newbie but he'd taken the end stall, near the wall. That left me the middle stall. I'd have options, he would not. "Let me suck it." His voice was insistent, a little too much so for my taste. I decided I'd suck him. I could get my dick sucked at home. That wasn't why I was here. I was here because there was no dick at home I could suck. I figured it to be a win-win. I get a load of cum, something I hadn't had for months. He'd get to bust a nut and then I'd win again because he'd leave. I gestured with my fingers. "Let me suck you first." His voice was a bit more insistent. I shook my head and repeated the gesture. I hated feeling like a dick but I'd discovered it was better not to be too compliant either. We were all there for similar reasons. Usual it worked out and everyone was reasonably happy. If he was as desperate for a mouthful of cum as I was, well that could prove problematic. As it was, he blinked first. The face disappeared. Naked legs, pale, dark hair, jeans bunched around ankles, and scuffed up tennis shoes replaced the face - along with his cock, which proved to be more than reasonable. It was quite nice, truth be told. I was never much for estimating size because I didn't care. I was more likely to decline a monster cock than a smaller one. I've never liked to gag. In those days I was able to control my gag to an extent and today, on occasion when alone in the kitchen, I'll deep throat a banana just to prove to myself I still can. But monster cocks, the kind you can barely get your lips around never appealed to me. So, let's say he was six-inches, not too fat, cut. He didn't shave or trim. His cock jutted out of a mass of dark curls. Fine by me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed and was amazed, yet again, at how something so soft and smooth was able to hide steel. A lovely, clear, large drop of dew appeared, clinging to his piss slit. I leaned over my legs and touched the tip of my tongue to it, inhaling as I did so. I smelled soap. I cannot claim to be a connoisseur of cum. It's not salty. I'll never understand why people describe it that way. I always felt it left my mouth sort of dry or numb, like a wine with a lot of tannin. I craved it but I never call it delicious. At the same time, I don't recall ever taking a load I thought tasted bad. To me cum is cum is cum. If I can't do better than that describing cum, I'll just say his precum tasted like cum but less so, less piquant than what I hoped would soon follow. "That's right suck my fat dick." Fuck. The talking. It wasn't that fat and I hadn't suck it yet. I had the afternoon but I was desperate for cock and I wasn't such a huge asshole as to reject him because he ran off at the mouth a little. I wrapped my lips around the head and played with the slit with my tongue as I slid my hand down his shaft. I took my mouth away, milked the shaft and rubbed my hand over the precum. My hand still wasn't slick enough to glide over his cock, so I licked my fingers and hand, then squeezed his shaft again. When I stroked him again there was an acceptable lack of friction. I stroked him a few times and then put the head of his cock back in my mouth. I pressed on the underside of his crown with my tongue, loving the way I could deflate the head and loving it even more when I released the pressure and the head swelled to fill my mouth again. I popped my lips over the ridge of his crown a few times, eliciting a few moans but, thank God, no words. My mouth followed my hand and I deep throated his cock. His hips bucked forward, smashing his pubis into my nose. Not a problem. I held him there, savoring the smell of his pubic hair and crotch, savoring the feel of a mouth, and throat, full of cock. The sound of the door opening had sent us both scrambling back to our stools. I had a student ID. If busted, I'd be told to beat it and unless I was caught again, nothing else would happen. If the dude whose cock I'd had in my mouth was busted and he had no reason to be on campus, he'd be cited for trespassing. The bathroom door on the fourth floor of the old Coffman Union open facing a wall, for privacy. I suspect for privacy for those standing at the urinals but maybe the architect knew of the needs of young men, who knows. The wall was about four-feet long and then you turned to enter the bathroom proper, facing the row of sinks. To your right were three urinals and beyond them, the three stalls. Dude number 1 was in the stall next to the wall. I was in the middle. Neither of us could see the guy at the urinal. I heard the sound of someone taking a monstrous leak. I could see his feet as he washed his hands but he had gone to the middle sink. I couldn't tell if he was checking out the stalls in the mirror. Before he could leave, the door opened again. Hand washer left. The easiest way to get caught was if someone came in at the same time someone else was leaving. I waited. No pissing. I bent forward. The feet at the urinal are facing the stalls not the urinal. I sit back up and wait. It was the shish of his shorts that I heard more than his footsteps. A shadow passed my door. He was a big, tall not fat, guy, African-American, or as we said at the time, black. He looked to be an undergrad with a patchy beard. I couldn't see much else. He paused in front of the other door. I could tell by where he was standing that he was peeking through the crack at Guy 1. I stroked, slowly, and waited. In a few minutes his eye appeared in the crack between my door and the stall support. I leaned back, giving him a good look. I was never what I'd call ripped but I pulled my tee shirt back over my head. I wasn't fat. I wasn't super hairy. Plus, getting my tee shirt out of the way made it easier for me to play with my nipples. More importantly, it allowed him to see my nipples being played with. I heard nothing from the other stall. I purposely stroked my cock extra hard, letting my hand smack into my leg. There was no mistaking that sound in the quiet bathroom. That's all I did. Time for African-American student, A-AS, to declare himself. I didn't have to wait long. He pulled the top of his athletic shorts down. There was nothing underneath except a beautiful cock, bigger than most but not stereotypically so. That was good enough for me. I hopped back down on my knees and motioned under the stall to Guy 1. Nothing. A shy talker. Great. Or, I wondered, a racist talker. "It's okay. Come on," I whispered. He was just starting to move when we heard the door. Fucking hell. Up I went and A-AS popped into the stall next to me, the one nearest the urinals. Piss. Wash. Bye-bye. By then I was pretty amped up. I went right back to my knees and motioned. "Come on. Hurry up. It's cool." Behind me I hear the other stall door open. The eye at the door and the cock under the stall arrive simultaneously. Nice. I lube my hand up with spit and start working on his cock again. I deep-throat him, holding him in my throat as long as I can. I tilt my head. A-AS's eye is glued to the crack. The doors on the stalls opened to the left, as you faced them form the stool. I was blowing the guy to my right. No problem. Without taking his cock out of my mouth or my right hand off his cock, I reached up with my left and unlatched the door. I didn't open it. A-AS would again need to make the next move. He did. He pushed the door open and stood there, and watched me, kneeling on that cold bathroom floor, sucking dick. I focused on the cock in my mouth, stroking and sucking. I'd deep throat it then pull back slow, sucking and pressing my tongue against the softer undershaft. At the head, for the sake of Guy 1 and A-AS, I would lick around the crown, flick the V in the crown with the tip of my tongue and then in one quick motion, deep throat him again. After a few minutes of that, I took his dick out of my mouth. I turned slightly and began to lick the left side of his cock. I put my lips on it and let them glide over the shaft. This position allowed me to watch A-AS. He stood in the doorway, stroking, but not in a serious I-want-to-cum-right-now fashion. We held each other's eyes. I held out my left hand. He took one step into my stall and laid his cock in my open hand. I revised my estimate. Perhaps he'd not been fully hard. In my hand, his cock flirted with not just being bigger than most but verging on monstrous. My fingers barely wrapped all the way around his shaft. My thumb worked over the head. It came away slick. I took my mouth off of Guy 1's cock long enough to put my thumb in my mouth and suck it. I shifted positions. I kept stroking both cocks but now A-AS's cock hovered just in front of my face. He had a deeper, richer musk than Guy 1, not at all unpleasant or rank. I didn't try to take much of his cock in my mouth, settling at the start, with just the head. I got him nice and wet and then leaned back and stroked him. This was the first time I sucked a black dude. His cock was a rick, dark chocolate color, his sack and the head were even darker. There was a band of pinkish-white where he'd been cut. His pubes and the line of hair that ran to his belly button were jet black with much tighter curls than I'd ever seen. His balls were shaved. I did my best to suck one of them into my mouth but they were huge. He jerked and hissed, I knew I'd hurt him so I contented myself with nuzzling, kissing and licking his sack and the inside of his leg. His musk was much stronger there, not rank, just stronger. I pressed his cock against his belly and licked beneath his sack. He hadn't shaved that far back. I stopped and plucked a hair off the tip of my tongue, kissed the front of his leg, and then returned my attention to Guy 1. Or would have if the sound of a door opening hadn't sent us all scrambling again. Footsteps, then nothing but quiet. It was clearly someone interested in what we were doing but whether that was because that someone was hoping to bust us or join us was not clear. I risked a look under the stall, running shoes not leather, that was a hopeful sign but proved nothing. The feet moved toward the sink. I sat back up. He stopped at the last sink, the one closest to the stalls. Through the crack I could see that although the water was running he wasn't washing his hands. Why would he? He hadn't take a leak. I could see his eyes in the mirror, looking at the stalls. I assumed that, though not an expert in optics, if I could see him looking this way that he could see me looking back, or at least that someone was looking back at him through the gap beside the door. Jeans and a tee shirt. Campus security didn't usual bother to try to entrap people. They just want to keep somewhat of a lid on the activities. I scanned his waist line. Nothing bulged under his shirt, nothing that looked like Mace or cuffs. Campus security didn't carry weapons in those days. My horniness made me bold, stupidly so in retrospect though, on this occasion, I wasn't punished for my foolishness. I unlatched the door to my stall, pushed it open and stood. I shuffled to the open door, took half a step out and began to stroke my cock. Guy 2 watched in the mirror. Of course, the sound of the damn door opening sent me shuffling back and closing the door. I heard Guy 2 twist the water off and grab a handful of paper towels. I hear the bang of the trash can lid, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing as the newest interloper took a quick piss. When he finished he didn't wash his hands. Though I'd just been kneeling on the floor, sucking anonymous cock, it bugged me that he didn't wash his hands. I opened the door to my stall, dropped to my knees, and waited. A-AS moved first. He stepped out of his stall, walked over, fished his cock out of his shorts and offered it to me. I started at the beginning, took the head in my mouth and then a little more. I got him wet and started stroking, long, twisting strokes. By the time Guy 1 worked up the nerve to open his door and watch, I'd been able to get about a third of that beautiful dark cock into my mouth. I turned, tonguing and kissing the right side of his cock, giving Guy 1 a nice view. I leaned past A-AS's muscular left thigh and motioned. He hesitated but Guy 1 stepped out of his stall, jeans around his ankles. "Hold your pants up, buddy. In case you have to get back inside quick." He did as I suggested and then walked out of his stall and stepped in front of me, not quite close enough to touch A-AS. I stroked both of them, then sucked Guy 1. I saw him reach for A-AS, who let him take over stroking. "Yeah, man, suck that dick. Suck it." I did, hoping that might shut him up. Naw. "You like that big dick, huh? Like sucking dick?" Well, duh. Why else would I have been there? Fuck. I ignored him and sucked him a few more times, then turned back to A-AS's actual big dick. "Oh, you like that big fat black cock, huh?" I turned, kissed the head of Guy 1's cock and looked past it at him. "Relax, man. I like both your cocks. Just enjoy and relax. Okay?" I went back to sucking A-AS's cock. Dude 1 took the hint and stayed quiet. I didn't suck AA-S for long. I wanted to get Guy 1 out of my hair. I turned back to him and sucked him for real now. I worked his cock with my mouth and hands. When he started to get excited, I put my hands on his ass cheeks and let him mouth fuck me. When he started to jizz, I pulled back and let him cum on my face and open mouth. When he was done, I sucked him until he grew soft, using the head of his dick to wipe my face off with. A-AS watched the whole thing. Guy 1 stepped back, jerked his pants all the way up, zipped and fled. I licked my lips and smiled at A-AS. He smiled back. "Dude, wouldn't shut the fuck up." I nodded my agreement and reached for his cock. We didn't get very far before we were sent scurrying back to our stalls. This time A-AS takes the far stall. Classes must have let out because for about fifteen minutes there was a steady stream of business at the urinals. I took periodic breaks from stroking my dick, just enough to keep it hard, to peek under the stall. Finally, one pair of sneakers was left and they looked familiar. I bent lower. Same tee shirt. It was the hand washer, henceforth to be known as HW. The way HW had bolted earlier when the door opened made it clear he wasn't security and, more likely than not, that he was inexperienced. Perfect. I debated subtlety versus boldness. I was too horny for subtlety. I hoped HW was as well. I opened the door to my stall and shuffled to it. I had to exit it entirely for HW, still by the urinals, to be able to see me stroking my cock. I remember telling myself I should have worn flip flops and shorts. I could've been naked, stroking my, by then, painfully hard cock for this nice looking young man with a trickle of sweat running down his left sideburn. He watched. He didn't unzip his jeans but he watched. A-AS open the door to his stall and moved to stand beside me, stroking his own dick. When I reached for it, he let me stroke him. I stroked us both; we both stared at HW, inviting him with our eyes. He stepped closer. I moved in front of A-AS, dropped back to my knees and began to suck his dick. Soon, I had forgotten all about HW, engrossed as I was in seeing how much of that dick I could swallow. I never gagged. I never quite got the whole thing into my gullet but most of it, enough that I'm still proud of my accomplishment. Perhaps because A-AS and I were so wrapped up in what we were doing and no longer staring at him, HW moved steadily closer. I kept sucking, pausing when I needed to catch my breath. When HW finally unzipped and pulled out his dick, I held out my hand. Nothing. I stood up. I pushed A-AS's tee shirt up and began to suck and play with his nipples. They were tiny, or maybe they just looked that way because he was such a big dude. Tiny or not, they responded as nipples do and A-AS responded as one does whose nips are being played with. HW was stroking his cock by now. I stopped what I was doing and turned to him. "If someone comes in, don't try to zip up. Duck in the stall and act like you just got in there and finish unzipping and taking your pants down. Sit on the can. Don't stand there. If it is security, do your best to look like your concentrating on taking a dump. Capisce?" Yes, I said 'capische'. Why I don't know but the fact that I've included that embarrassing fact should convince you that I'm telling the truth, even the unflattering bits. HW nodded and I went back to sucking A-AS's cock. After a few sucks, I held out my left hand. This time HW put his dick in it. Yes! He was rock hard and dripping dew. A quick rub of the head was all it took to lube up his cock. I didn't try to suck him, not then. I sucked A-AS. I stroked HW. Then, bang, door opens and we bolt back to your hidey-holes. Piss, wash, leave. As usual that afternoon, I was the first out the door. I knelt and waited. A-AS was next, then HW. I looked at HW; he hadn't needed clairvoyance to know what I wanted. He took a couple of steps and when I reached for his dick, he let me take it. I felt a hand on the back of my head. A-AS had joined us. He rubbed my head and neck, leaning over me to nip and suck at HW's nipples. I was disappointed in how quickly HW came. I was quite enjoying the taste of his cock. I was not disappointed, not in the least, at the load he deposited in my mouth and throat. God knows how long he'd been working up to this, lying in his dorm room, dreaming and wishing. I knew all about that. I also knew that as soon as the last spurt finished, if not before, he'd feel like he'd woke from a dream. He'd be filled with revulsion at what he'd just done and at himself, at me. He'd bolt, swearing he'd never do this again. Swearing he wasn't bi or gay. Swearing he'd never, ever, do this again. I hoped I was wrong. I hoped that in the few years that separated us that things had change enough for him not to beat himself up but the fact he was here, in a public bathroom, getting his dick sucked and not in his own room made me pretty sure I was right. I was. He put his still hard dick away and hurried away, never looking at either of us. I wished him luck twenty odd years ago and I wish him luck again this very minute. A-AS pulled me to my feet. He kissed me. I'd never kissed a guy before. That may seem strange to a younger generation of bi, or gay, men but I don't think I was that unusual back then. I'd sucked cock, been sucked but I'd never kissed a guy before that moment. His tongue was hungry, whether for my mouth or what was left of HW's cum I have no idea. After I got over my surprise, I found I didn't mind. I kinda liked it, the feel of his whiskers, the fuller lips, the more aggressive nature of the kiss. No, I hadn't minded, not a bit. He pulled away, turned and leaned with his hands against the wall. He had to bend nearly double and squat a little for his ass to be even with my cock. "Fuck me?" Surprise number two. I'd never fucked or been fucked, not with a guy. When privacy allowed, I'd used one of my wife's toys on my ass but that was it. I ran through what I knew about HIV risks. I was here because we were on one of my wife's periodic breaks from birth control pills, breaks that she requested to give her body a breather from having her hormones fucked with. I only gave in to my deeply hidden desires when I was using condoms in my own bed. I'd spend a few days hanging out here, getting a year's, or more, worth of cock in, then wait a long six weeks, sure I'd really fucked up and finally gotten what I deserved, before pricking my finger and mailing in an HIV test. Sucking dick was relatively low risk. Getting fucked, high risk. Fucking another man, not high but not as low as sucking. I knew I wanted to fuck him, desperately. My question was, was I strong enough to resist. Fuck, the readers will know the answer to that. I knew the answer, if I'd wanted to be honest with myself. Walking in the fucking door, grabbing a stall and whipping out my dick was a pretty clear answer with regards to my self-control. I hesitated, as much as my hard dick would allow anyway. I dropped to my knees first and spread his ass. There were other things besides sucking dick and fucking a guy's ass I'd dreamed about. If his ass had smelled of shit everything might have been different. It didn't. It smelled of him, the musk of his crotch ratcheted up a notch or so. When I'm not just horny but fucking horny, out of control horny, I'm bold. I pushed my face into his ass crack and started tonguing the dark pucker. He didn't taste like shit. It was a earthier taste than his cock but that was all. I tongued him. He pushed back against me, moaning. Bam, we both jumped back into our stalls. I don't know about him but I was mentally screaming every curse I'd ever heard. Piss. No wash. Out the door. So was I, mad with lust. I was on him before he could get braced against the wall. I didn't kneel. I bent. Tongued his ass, spit in my hand, but my spit and precum over my cock, leaned over him and let my spit dropped in the crack of his ass, just above his pucker. I didn't spit on him. I've never wanted to spit on anyone or be spit upon. I straightened, rubbed my cock head over his asshole, and started to push. He pushed back and the head of my cock slipped past his sphincter. He hissed and put a hand on my leg. "Easy. Hold on." I waited, doing nothing more than holding still while he pushed himself onto my cock. My God, how different his ass felt from a pussy. Anal was not something any of my girlfriends, or wife, was interested in. He was so fucking tight, but not along the whole length of my cock like young pussy. He was tight but only at the sphincter. His asshole clenched at the part of my dick directly inside it, beyond that tight, so tight ring his ass was looser than a pussy. I didn't feel anything in his ass and breathed a sigh of relief. I was new to this but I also knew, from my occasional dildo play, that I wasn't a fan of messy clean ups. When I pulled out, my cock looked clean enough. I didn't pull all the way out. When the ring of my crown encountered the ring of his ass, I stopped. I let another strand of spit fall onto my cock before entering him again. There was no hiss that time and no hand on my leg holding me back. I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him. He quickly matched my rhythm. Fuck, his ass felt amazing. I held back as long as I could. "Want me to cum in your ass or pull out?" "Cum in my ass, dude." I didn't argue. I fucked him, one ear tuned for the door. When I came, it had to have rivaled the load HW had given me. I haven't cum that hard since the first time I fucked a girl or the first time I got my dick sucked (by a guy, through a glory hole, before I ever got sucked off by a woman). I shoved into him and held myself tight, pumping my jizz into his guts. When I started to pull out, he whispered, "go slow". I did. I was fascinated by how white my cum looked on his dark skin. Bam. The fucking door. Shuffle, shuffle. I took the time to wipe my cock off with toilet paper, purposely not looking too closely. As I sat there, listening to some dude taking a leak, I told myself not to be a total douche and bolt. I owed the kid. Now that I'd cum, my mind started reading off the litany of my sins and faults. I didn't pull up my pants. When the coast was clear I went to his door. "Want me to finish sucking you?" "Cool." That was the sum total of our conversation. After all this time I can't claim it's verbatim but there weren't many more words than that exchanged. I got on my knees and took his cock, to this day still the most magnificent dick I've ever had in my mouth, and got to work. Once I had him revved up again, I let him fuck my mouth, using my hand to cover the part of his shaft I couldn't get in my mouth. I have fond memories of that kid, fond memories and respect. He fucked my mouth with eagerness but not violence. He never made me gag. Never called me 'his bitch' or told me to 'suck it'. All things too many men seem to imagine the person sucking their dick wants to hear. If anything, his load was bigger than HW's. I couldn't swallow fast enough. Some of it dripped off my chin and onto the floor. For a fleeting instant, I considered licking it off the floor. Sick, I know. I didn't but I thought about it. If I hadn't already cum I don't know if I would have or not. I stood up. He nodded, tucked his cock back in his shorts and left. I went to the sink and wet two paper towels, squirted soap on one and grabbed a third, dry, one. Back inside the stall, I washed off my dick, wiped off the soap and dried. Someone came in and sat down. I could see him leaning over, peeking, watching me put my mostly soft cock back in my jeans. I didn't stay. I tossed the paper towels away, washed my hands and went back to the cubby hole that served as my office.

Title: Letting it down by TrueSkyBlue Tags: Love, M/F, Vixen, Wolf, Young Love Letting it down Here's my first attempt at M/F stuff, my previous story was F/F and got a 10, so I hope this is as popular. It's quite long, and does set a scene, so it's supposed to be more than a quick fap. It's a new, fun spin on erectile dysfunction - I hope you like it! A small mistake with a bottle of Viagra would normally lead to a night of pain for a young fur. His brother's girlfriend however has other plans... Sorry about the formatting, if anyone wants to give me a hand with it then that'd be great. The spare lines need to stay there and the new lines of conversation need to be indented. Sorry if it needs to be validated again so soon, but I've had a run through and broke it up to make it more readable. I may return with the characters for later stories, if you'd like that then please comment. The noise of the front door being slammed shut in anger echoed around the house, as Ethan left for work. Moments earlier, he'd received a phone call from his foreman, something to do with a fight breaking out at the factory between two of his employees. Without even asking for their names, he knew it would be a racial dispute - it always was - and all the while, his pleas to put the avian and rodent employees were being ignored by the management - "institutional racism" was more of a concern to the company than his productivity, or for that matter, his sexlife. Joel was surprised to hear his brother go back out so soon. Problems at his job were common, and he was always on call, but he'd only been back half an hour before heading out in what sounded like a bit of tiff with his girlfriend. Joel was 18, a lot younger than his brother, but despite that they were very similar young men. They looked very much alike, had the same taste in women, and could both get bored easily. That was, in fact, their main shared character flaw, and whereas Ethan could stave off the effects of this flaw with his work and his girlfriend, Joel was stuck with it. And generally speaking, when an 18 year-old boy is alone in his room, with nothing else to do, he tends to resort to the simplest way of occupying himself. Earlier in the evening, Ethan had come home, showered and then spent a significant amount of time drying his lupine fur, only to walk into his bedroom to be greeted by the sight of Starlet, his girlfriend - wearing only a bra that struggled to contain her sizeable chest, and panties that were lacey to the point of being decorative, making no attempt to cover up the supple, curvaceous vixen beneath. "Aww, poor baby," She said, in a sultry manner, rising from the bed as she did so, "bad day at work hun? You look tired." Her expression drooped for a moment, then, suddenly, rose and softened into a naughty grin, "I've got something that'll make you all better." Ethan put down his towel, exposing himself, completely in the fur, as the vixen walked over to him, placing a paw on the left side of his face. She slowly walked round him, her red fur lit brilliantly by the dying sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. As she walked behind him, her paw traced across his strong, broad shoulders, and when she was behind him, it rested at the nape of his neck. She brought her other paw up to the same level, and started to massage. A skilled masseuse, thanks to her previous relationship with a masseur, she knew the easiest way to make Ethan putty in her paws was first to relax him. Ethan's head rolled back, his muzzle pointing to the ceiling as he quietly uttered, "That's wonderful, Starlet." Starlet however had more in mind than to merely relax her lover. Her heat burned deep inside her, and she needed him tonight to satisfy her. Whilst one paw remained on the wolf's shoulders, she pulled herself close to him, pressing her body against his back, as she lowered her right paw over his shoulder, running her fingers down his chest, reaching further and further, knowing exactly what she was looking for. She was disappointed though when she got to his manhood, to find him flaccid and unexcited by what she was doing. Ethan hung his head. "S-orry, it's been a long day, I'm just a bit tired." Starlet smiled; a lesser woman would have been insulted, but she loved Ethan, and knew how much his job took out of him. Still, though she didn't show it, she was flustered; she had felt her heat building up within her as she reached for his crotch, now she was on fire and- Suddenly, Ethan whirled around and picked her up, and turning again, flung her on top of the double bed. The satin sheets billowed away from her toned body as she landed on the mattress. Starlet removed her underwear as the wolf leapt onto the bed moments later, and, parting her legs, reached forward with his muzzle for hers, and kissed her passionately as she lay beneath him. He then kissed her neck, and ran his tongue down, over her chest, till he arrived at her nipples. He nipped and sucked them affectionately, first one, then the other, feeling the writhing of his girl beneath him, her back already arching with the pleasure from his seeking tongue. Before long, Ethan was alternating between licking one breast and kneading the other, sometimes kneading both; all the while feeling Starlet shudder in anticipation. Ethan and Starlet had been dating for a while now, and sleeping together much longer than that, and as a result, they both knew each other's kinks and preferences very well. Starlet, amongst her hurried breathing and frantic fidgeting with her thighs, only needed to breathlessly utter one word: "D-d-down." Ethan tore himself away for a moment and looked up at her, eyes making contact as he touched the area between her breasts with his tongue, holding it as he pulled back, dragging his tongue down her chest, past her navel, all the way to her now very hot, very wet pussy. He pulled himself back for a moment, to let Starlet breath easier, before setting to her womanhood with a vengeance, lashing at her clit and opening with his wide tongue. He reached back, and put his arms beneath her thighs, lying chest down on the bed between her legs, so he could be closer to do his work. And work he did. With Starlet's tuition earlier in the relationship, he had learnt to please her better than any man. He traced out letters on her clit, flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, stroked her inner thighs with his paws, nicked at her labial lips with his two front teeth, and the whole time felt waves of heat wrack through her body as she shifted around on the bed from the pleasure. Only a few minutes passed before she was wet to dripping, and she leaned forward, pulling Ethan up to his knees and grasping his cheek, saying, "I need you Ethan." Her eyes wide open as she pretended to bite her bottom lip, she opened her legs wide, and reached down to her lover's crotch once again... And again, nothing she could work with. She looked down at his manhood, and back to Ethan's face, who had by now averted his gaze from her eyes, ashamed. She reached round his shoulders, and embraced him, holding his head to her bosom, saying gently, "Honey it's ok, the doctor said this might happen, I know it's just stress." Ethan pulled away from her embrace, and looked back at her, staring into her eyes with an almost childlike expression of remorse, "I'm sorry blue-eyes, really I am, it's just-" Starlet placed a finger over his mouth, which he roughly motioned to one side to finish his sentence. "I just don't want you to think it's you." Starlet laughed, and held both his cheeks between her paws. "I'd never think that hon. Now just go do what you've got to do, I'll be ok on my own here for a moment." She winked, and leaned back onto the bed, and reaching down for her pussy, started to slowly rub herself. "I'll be waiting when you get back." Ethan quickly darted out of the room, as Starlet thought to herself, 'I'm losing control here. He'd better hurry, I really need him deep inside me or this heat is never going away.' Ethan went down to the kitchen, and reaching up into his medicine cupboard, pulled off the top shelf a bottle of Viagra normally kept out of view. It bothered him that he needed it, but it was going to have to do. He opened it up, and popped a pill, turning around to head upstairs - and that's when the phone rang. Joel was bored again. Thanks to the help of his computer, he was done jacking off, and with the quality of the furry "art" he was able to get his paws on off several image boards, he was over and done with in under a minute. 'Now I have the rest of the evening to look forward to. Great.' He'd already checked if there was anything on television, and there was nothing - and he knew after that session he wouldn't be able to pleasure himself for at least another hour. Then he heard his brother walk up the stairs, followed by what sounded like an argument between him and Starlet, followed by a rough slam of the front door. Thinking that Starlet might be in a sour mood, he decided against speaking to her, instead, going to the phone downstairs to call one of his friends, maybe to go to the movies. He went down the stairs and picked up the phone, and then he saw it; an open pill bottle. Though none of his family were "straight edge", his brother wasn't normally one to pop pills, and with this being his house, it wasn't the most common thing to see lying around. Joel would have dismissed them, until he noticed one pill on the top of the pile - a pill with a big letter "V" engraved into its surface. He put down the phone and picked up the bottle, reading the side, 'High potency viagra, for use by males that have lost sexual potency. Should restore your virility in minutes.' If he'd only read a little further, the night might have went very differently. However, a mixture of curiosity and fate caused him to ignore two very important instructions; the first saying 'Take 1 pill every 6 hours, and do not exceed recommended dose' and secondly, 'Not for use on those under the age of 21'. He grabbed the bottle, and took it up to his room. Where he took 5. At first everything was ok. Several minutes after he took the pills, he felt his heart rate speed up slightly, and then he could feel it - his loins started to tighten as he could feel himself becoming hard again. He lay on his back on his bed, and undid his jeans, and then, seeing his cock harder than ever before, he began to masturbate furiously. Starlet sobbed for a little while after Ethan left her. She'd said some nasty things to him before he left, which she knew she'd have to apologise later. She hoped he would know it was her heat, and not really her talking. She'd put on a silk nightgown, crimson in colour, that was lacy at the top, and didn't quite cover her pussy at the bottom, and lay back on the bed. Realising that she would have to deal with her own problems, she put one paw on her breasts, and reach between her legs with another, feeling as she did the tremendous heat emanating from her ladyparts. She softly penetrated herself with her paw, making some token moaning noises as she did so, when she decided on her course of action. She wouldn't cum now. She'd keep herself hot till her lover came home. Joel was worried. Nearly half an hour had passed. His arm was tired, his shoulder was aching, and he was still rock-hard - with no sign of cumming in sight. His mind whirled; he'd realised all of a sudden how much of an idiot he'd been to merely take the pills without reading the instructions - then he proceeded to read the bottle left by his bed - and then he panicked. He was going to have to go to Starlet, come clean, and hope she didn't tell his brother - and that he hadn't made himself infertile. Standing slowly, pulling on some boxer shorts, he gingerly started to creep towards the master bedroom, trembling as he did so. What would she say? Would she be disgusted? Sickened? What if his friends found out? Still he had to put those thoughts out of his mind, they weren't going to help at this point. Starlet stood up hurriedly to answer the knock on her door. Pulling a robe around her naked body, she tied it at the front before answering, and she was shocked to be greeted by her boyfriend's brother - practically naked - and though she didn't want to, her heat drove her to noticed the massive erection barely contained by his dark boxers. "Starlet, I, well, it's kinda... No, it's important..." Starlet by now was incredibly horny, so slightly impatiently she interrupted Joel, "What is it Joel, spit it out." He looked as though he was about to cry as he said, "I took some of Ethan's Viagra. Too much." By a few minutes later, Starlet had Joel sat on the bed. She paced the room as she related his story to him, all the while trying not to look at his crotch - but failing on a consistent basis. "So let's see. You took your brother's viagra, more than you should have - and now you have a hard-on that you just can't get rid of?" He nodded at her, and despite her better judgement, she was actually very impressed. She fought to control the heat in her that threatened to drip down her thighs, but she had to admit, that's an impressive cock - perhaps even as big as Ethan's. "Have you tried a cold shower?" He stared at her blankly. "If I thought that would work, do you think I'd have come in here and spoke to you like this? I mean what am I supposed to do-" "Maybe you just need some help." Without thought, the words escaped from Starlet's lips. She immediately brought her paws to her mouth, covering her jaw in a futile method to cram the words back in. Joel's eyes grew wider as he realised what she'd said, and though he was still too young to know consciously, he was already being turned on by the scent coming from her pussy. Starlet had fought it all day, all afternoon, and most of the evening, but she couldn't do it anymore. She had to give in to the ecstasy. She needed to come just as bad as the young man before her, and any reason about who he was, any why this was a bad idea had long since been countermanded by her sheer heat. "Lie back on the bed." She said seductively. Joel didn't wait, he immediately lay back, and started to remove his undergarments. Starlet gasped has his fully erect penis came into view, it was bigger than Ethan's! She slipped off her garments, revealing her naked form, in the fur from head to toe. She walked forward, and gripped the young wolf's shaft firmly with one paw, kneading her breasts firmly with another as she started to pump his cock, hard and already glistening with pre-cum. The inexperienced young man started to moan, groaning in time with the pumping of her wrist, watching the movement of her breasts. Starlet then moved forward, and, placing his cock in the middle of her ample chest, she started to move in a rhythmic motion, whilst licking the head of his penis as it popped up between her tits. Inside, she was ashamed at how turned on she was getting, but she couldn't stop herself, she was on fire between her legs. Then, she heard the buzzing sound of her cellphone, in her bag, on the table behind her. It jarred her back to the reality of what was going on for a moment, and she looked up at Joel, who was still staring at her as she pleasured him. "I'd better get that." She giggled as she whispered. Then, turning round, she walked over to the table, and bent down to look in her bag, struggling to find the offending device. It was too much for Joel. He still wasn't finished. Five Viagra pills and over an hour now of pleasure, and still he hadn't cum. He looked up at the vixen across the room, bent over, wet pussy dripping between her legs. He looked at the curvature of her ass and hips, the perfect height for him. He started to foam at the mouth, and his heart pounded in his ears as he stood up. The next thing Starlet felt was a rough grip on her hips as she turned her head to see the wolf, the innocence previously in his face now completely lost, foam seeping from the sides of his muzzle - and then it hit her like a train. "Joel, no!" It was too late. She could feel Joel jabbing away behind her, almost finding her asshole, before (involuntarily, she told herself) she angled herself and thrust backwards onto his hard cock, feeling it penetrate her as deep as it could possibly go. That was it. Any sensibility went out of the window. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel a man hard and deep inside her. She wanted Joel's cock to drive her pussy to ecstasy - and that's exactly what he did. She put he left leg up on the stool in front of the table, so she could reach down and paw at her clit, as she was ravaged by her boyfriend's younger brother. And then all she did was moan, scream, and hold on. Joel felt his cock penetrate Starlet, and felt the tight walls of her pussy fall away, wetness covering his cock and dripping down his balls, as he pounded away at her, fucking her harder and faster with each thrust. He felt the waves of pleasure through her body and into his through his manhood, as he felt pre-cum seep out of his length. Still he kept going. Starlet could feel it coming. She felt Joel getting faster within her, thrusting harder and harder. She felt him getting more spasmic and even harder than he had been before. She felt her pussy, now an inferno of pleasure, a raging torrent of feeling, lancing through her like electricity. She started to moan, then softly groan, then loudly, she yelled, "Oh Joel!" As she yelled, she felt her hindquarters tighten, her clit harden, and her body burn up in a wave of heat all over, as she came with a mighty force! The feeling, unstoppable, caused her to thrust backward as fast as she could onto Joel's hard member, and then, hearing a loud grunt from the young wolf, she felt her pussy fill up with his hot, white, sticky cum. It didn't stop though, it kept coming, and coming, and Joel, long past any coherent thought, obeyed his mating instincts to grab her and push himself deeper. The vixen tried to pull away to stop herself getting tied, but it was to no avail, the young wolf overpowered her, and his knot stretched her as far as she could go. They both collapsed on the ground, lying on their side, panting and covered in sweat, still tied, the wolf behind the vixen. Then looking up through blurry eyes, Starlet saw Ethan in the doorway.

Title: French Connections Ch. 01 Tags: romantic, strangers, sex in an elevator, redhead, big cock, broken heart, blow-job, kissing, nipple sucking, teasing I wasn't sure what to say when I saw him, or if I should even say anything. It was so obvious though that he was a tourist in the city, lost in the sea of non-English speaking Parisians. It was late afternoon, and I was sitting outside a quiet little bistro, sipping wine, scribbling in my journal and enjoying the cool summer breeze. A casual glance up from my notebook as I took a sip from my glass, and there he was... He was standing several metres away, examining street signs and comparing them against the map he held in his hands. He sighed heavily, his broad shoulders slumping. He was casually dressed in typical 'urban tourist gear' - a simple t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, that served only to advertise just how thoroughly squeezable and tight his ass was! I took a slow deep breath and unconsciously bit my bottom lip as my eyes settled on that perfectly formed ass, which for some strange reason I felt a sudden urge to bite. As my eyes feasted, I found myself wondering what it would feel like to sink my fingers into that fantastic ass of his as that ripped body lay on top of me and what those powerful arms would feel like wrapped around my naked body while he moved deeper and deeper inside me. I bit the corner of my lip harder and felt a tingling sensation in my nipples as I continued to stare at him. I couldn't help but feel more than a little turned on staring at this gorgeous man. I had just been writing a rather racy entry into my journal when I looked up and noticed him. I'd been recalling my first week living in Paris. I had sat and drank wine with Jean-Luc at this very bistro. It was here, sitting at this very table, that I had discovered why they call it a 'French' kiss. He had looked into my eyes, and whispered the most wonderful things to me in French. He had caressed my cheek gently and lovingly with his fingertips, before brushing my lips gently with his. Softly, slowly at first, gently teasing my tongue with his; encouraging my tongue to seek his which it did. I melted into his kiss. That man made kissing into an art form! He sucked and teased my lips with his tongue. He slowly moved his tongue in and out of my mouth; caressing, searching and pumping - giving me a demonstration of what his cock wanted to do to my pussy. My pussy leaked and throbbed from those kisses. He devoured my lips and tongue with searing and scorching kiss after passionate kiss. I was sent to another world, totally aroused and completely at his mercy. I almost felt like I could've cum just from his kisses alone! Later that night, when we made love, I came harder than I had ever cum before. His kisses and his sexy French accent had kept me close to the edge for so long. It was more than just his words and his kisses though, it was him and... and it was me, another me. It's difficult to describe, but he just...I just...I felt different with him. I felt freer somehow. I felt deliciously naughty too, and so very very sexy. I think it was partly the liberation of being in a foreign romantic country, speaking in a foreign tongue too and then being so patiently drawn out of my shell and seduced so expertly. He ignited a fire and a passion within me that I never knew I was capable of feeling. But that was nearly six months ago, and Jean-Luc had moved to Lyon since then to be married to another woman. I missed him, but I missed his kisses more. Sitting here, where we sat and kissed, sipping the same wine we drank...I could almost feel those kisses again. Almost! I was snapped out of my daydream just as the attractive stranger's ass was removed from my view. I blushed as I realised that I had been blatantly staring at the attractive stranger's hypnotically-fantastic ass, which was especially embarrassing because the moment of realisation came just as he turned around and caught me! I quickly averted my gaze back down to my notebook, and took a long sip from my glass to try to hide my schoolgirl blush. I could feel my neck and cheeks redden as I watched him from the corner of my eye move towards me. The jig was up – I was most definitely caught! "Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle." he said with a bad French accent, "eh...Parlez-vous Anglais?" I looked up at him, seeing his face clearly for the first time. He was devastatingly handsome. I especially liked his square masculine jaw and crooked boyish smile. There was an air of mischief and confidence about that crooked grin of his, and that sexy raised eyebrow that was barely visible above his designer sunglasses. His dark brown hair looked just long enough to run my fingers through - and pull! He tilted his head down and looked at me over the rim of his sunglasses, our eyes caught for a split second and I thought I caught a slight glint of amusement in his eyes. Yep, he definitely knew that I was staring at his ass a moment ago! I stared at him, just taking him in. I realised that I still hadn't answered him. "Em, sure ... yes, I... I speak English," I stammered as I sat up straighter and tried to bring myself fully back to reality - my throat suddenly going dry as I tried to speak to him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and his smile grew wider. "Do you need help with something?" I asked, pointing to the crumpled map in his hand and smiling back up at him. He had such a sexy smile. "Yes, yes Ma'am I do!" he blurted out and laughed slightly at his own predicament. "This is my first day in France, I am totally lost, and I don't speak a word of French! Er, may I?" I nodded as he gestured to the empty chair opposite me. He dropped his bag down to the ground, and half- plonked himself down in the seat. He looked like he'd been walking around for hours and was finally relieved to be sitting down. A slight tinge of guilt tugged at my conscience; here was this poor guy, exhausted and totally lost in a foreign city and it was all I could do to keep my brain from imagining what his naked body would feel like pressed up against mine while I gripped his thick hard cock tightly with my throbbing pussy. I took a deep breath, closed my journal quickly and tried to look but not stare at this gorgeous guy sitting across this small but painfully familiar table from me. He offered his hand to me, "I'm Tom, by the way." I smiled and took his hand. I was surprised by how small my hand felt in his, and how firm his grip was. "Jane," was all I could say as I felt my heart racing a little from his touch - and from what my imagination told me this strong masculine hand would feel like firmly cupping and squeezing one of my breasts while his long fingers pinched my hardened nipples. I smiled again and tried to hide another blush, as imagination ran away with itself once again. "Well, Jane, it is a pleasure to meet you" he said, releasing my hand and taking his sunglasses off, his piercing brown eyes meeting my gaze. "I've been wandering around this city for hours hoping to find someone who speaks English, or at the very least a street name or a landmark or something, anything at all really that I could find on my map!" He placed his map and his sunglasses on the table and leaned in towards me, casually looking me over. I almost felt like I could feel his eyes caressing my skin. I was very aware of how hard my nipples had become, and of just how thin my cotton t-shirt was. I smiled back, "Well I'd be glad to help you find your way, if I can. Where are you trying to get to?" "I'm trying to get back to my hotel, La Grande...something, it's on rue de la fontaine." He opened his map and showed me a pen mark on the page, indicating the location of his hotel. I studied his map for a moment, as the waiter came over to our table. Tom clumsily ordered a drink and moved his chair around closer to mine so that we could both look on the map. I could smell his subtle and manly aftershave as he leaned in closer to me. I felt myself become even more aroused at the warmth and the closeness of his body, but I tried to retain my focus on the map. "Okay, there's your hotel and we're all the way over here," I said as I pointed to our location on the map and turned to look at his face. As I turned, I noticed him staring at my cleavage as I leaned over the map. He suddenly shifted his gaze from my cleavage to the map, no doubt hoping that I hadn't noticed him looking at my breasts, or at the very least hoping that I didn't mind it too much. I blushed again and smiled, his face became very serious as he studiously examined the map. Hmmm, perhaps I shouldn't feel too sorry for staring at his ass earlier and thinking such lustful thoughts about him after all – perhaps he was having some similar ideas about me! "Hmmm, that's nowhere near my hotel really is it?" Tom asked, turning to catch my eye again, his face so close to mine now. "Nope, not really. Sorry." I replied sympathetically. "But the good news is," I added quickly, "we're very close to the main metro line here, and it's only a twenty minute ride from here via the metro." He sat up straight, shook his head and put his hands up in the air as if to halt this line of discussion, "Oh no! The metro is what got me into this mess!" he explained with added comedic melodrama "I got totally turned around on that thing, and that's why I'm so lost now! In the end I gave up on it and tried to find my way on foot!" I laughed at his confession, and his assertions that he would not chance the metro again. "Oh, well" he continued "I'm so glad you're finding this so amusing! You're supposed to be helping me, not laughing at me!" The corners of his mouth quivered slightly, revealing the grin that he was trying to stifle as he feigned offense. "Hey, I can do both!" I said, matching his assertive demeanour, "women are great multi-taskers you know." I said in a 'matter-of-fact' way and tried my best to keep serious as I turned my attention back to the map in front of me. "Uh huh, that they are" Tom replied, as he leaned in closer to me, to study the map too - or to pretend to at least. I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye, and found him looking at me the same way. Our eyes met and we both burst out laughing at the same moment. "Actually, I really am sorry for teasing you. I didn't mean to make fun of you. It's just that the exact same thing happened to me the first time I took the metro." We both laughed again, as the waiter brought Tom's wine. "Well I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one that that has happened to! So, how'd you find your way in the end?" I smiled, and blushed a little. "With a little help from a rather cute French guy who took pity on me and eventually helped me find my way back to my hotel." "So this is karma it seems; now you can pass on the good deed by rescuing me." Tom smiled and stared at me so intently that I almost felt like those piercing brown eyes of his were reaching into my mind and reading from within my thoughts the details of that day on the metro – the day I met Jean- Luc, and the passionate days and nights and weeks that followed. I didn't know what to say, I could feel myself blushing again and I noticed a glint of amusement in Tom's eyes yet again. I'm sure it was fairly obvious to him that the cute French guy didn't just escort me back to my hotel, but came inside too (pun intended). I blushed yet again and looked away, nervously biting my lip and turning back to the map as a flash-back of Jean-Luc and I in my hotel room, our naked bodies entwined on the bed, invaded my thoughts. I was vividly remembering the sensation of my bountiful breasts crushed against his chest, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and the feeling of his thick hard... "Well!" Tom said as he reached for his glass, lifting it to make a toast, "to karma" he said. Tom's voice brought me back to the present, and awoke me from my fantasy. But the effect of my fantasy on my body continued and I was very aware of the dampness forming between my legs and this hot stranger's tight body sitting only inches from mine. I raised my glass to his, "to karma" I said as I moved to 'clink' glasses with him. At the last moment, I pulled my glass away. "Don't look at the glass Tom; look into my eyes... otherwise..." Tom looked at me very confused, but I explained; "Well, it's traditional in France to look into the other person's eyes when you toast. If you don't you are cursed..." I lowered my voice and leaned into him, to add a melodramatic affect to my horror story "with SEVEN YEARS OF BAD SEX!" I remained completely serious, "and if we're toasting to karma, we should be extra careful" I said with a wry smile. Tom stared at me for a moment and laughed and yet again showed off that sexy smile of his. "Well we don't want to risk that now do we?" staring into my eyes again, he repeated "to karma." Our glasses clinked and we sipped, still keeping each other's gaze. We held the gaze for a few moments longer. "So, I take it you've been in France for a while now, if you know about these traditions already?" 'These traditions' I liked the playful way he phrased that. I wasn't sure if he was asking me about French traditions in general or just the ones that pertained to sex? The answer was the same either way. "Uh huh, I moved to Paris about six months ago. I'm a nerdy scientist working on her PhD, sort of on 'loan' from my university in Ireland to a research institute here." I took another sip of wine, embarrassed as usual talking about my nerdy work in a social context but a little relieved to be talking about something other than sex – despite my arousal, this was moving just a little too fast for me. "Ireland! The accent had me puzzled for a while there, but I should've guessed I suppose," he said, nodding and looking appreciatively at my silky auburn hair and delicately pale skin. "Yep, I guess I have the Irish look about me don't I!" I said, still embarrassed. "And with your accent, and the whole 'ma'am' thing when you first sat down, I'm guessing you're either from the USA or Canada? Not that that narrows it down much!" I added quickly and he smiled again. "Yep, you got me. I'm from Virginia, USA. And I'm a 'nerdy' aerospace engineer, not exactly a scientist but close I guess. I was at a conference in Germany last week and decided to take a little vacation here, all by myself for a few days. I've never been to Paris before but always wanted to see what all the fuss was about!" "And on your very first day here, you get lost on the metro!" I shook my head with mock sympathy. "Yes, but on the bright side" he continued "I wouldn't be here if I hadn't" he said staring into my eyes again, lifting his glass to clink mine again, fixing me with his gaze the whole time "...learning about French traditions and all." We clinked glasses and sipped our wine. "So, I take it then that you're enjoying your vacation?" I said, not taking my eyes from his. "It got off to a shaky start but things are looking up." His eyes were burning into mine. I could feel my heart starting to beat a little faster, and I had the sense that his was too. I barely even knew this man, but I knew I wanted him. He would be gone in a few days, and it was now or never. I still couldn't bring myself to just grab him and kiss him, even though I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. I hadn't been with anyone since Jean-Luc, and I was getting very aroused by this attractive stranger sitting so close to me. Memories of being here with Jean-Luc were still flooding back to me, remembering those kisses, smelling Tom's aftershave, sensing his closeness... it was all getting just a little too much for me. I excused myself and headed to the ladies room. The water felt so cool against my skin. I splashed my face and neck with the cool water and took a few long deep breaths. I appraised my reflection in the mirror of the small bathroom. My cheeks were flushed but not as red as I had imagined them, the rest of my skin had a healthy sun-kissed glow – not an actual tan but not quite as pale as usual. 'You actually look like you have a pulse for a change,' I thought to myself as I pulled the bobbin from my hair and let it fall loosely about my shoulders. I took a brush from my purse and ran it through my dark auburn hair, before pinning it back up again, allowing just a few stray strands to fall about my face to complement my side-fringe. I fiddled with my bra a bit, adjusting my cleavage and straightening my rather low-cut v-neck t-shirt. I nodded approvingly at my chest; with C-cups it's hard not to – not too big, not too small: a bosom to be proud of... so I've been told at least. "Aaargh, there that guy is again, in my head! Damn you Jean-Luc Renard!" I said aloud to my own reflection. "Great! Now I'm talking to myself," I shook my head and exhaled sharply, willing the momentary insanity away. I quickly fixed my skirt and grabbed my lip balm from my purse, smearing some over my lips and trying to clear my mind. I gathered up my things into my purse and slung it over my shoulder, taking a moment to give myself one last look in the mirror before heading back out to Tom. All in all, it wasn't too bad. Not exactly how I would've chosen to look on a first date, but this was hardly a date. I took a deep breath, stared into my deep blue eyes in the mirror for a long moment and tried to tell myself that this was not a date. This was just a chance encounter, an opportunity to let the past go and get some closure. Not to mention having some fun with a handsome stranger – something I would not normally do, but then today was not a normal day. The sun was starting to set as we left the bistro a couple of hours later. We had talked and flirted and gotten to know a little bit more about each other. I had told Tom that I would walk him to the metro stop. I still wasn't sure yet if I would be brave enough to go through with it and accompany him back to his hotel, or just direct him from the metro station. Despite my flirtations and my longings, I was still a little afraid of letting myself go with someone new. "So, do you live around here?" Tom asked, trying to make conversation. "It's just that the little bistro is a bit off the beaten track, well unless you're a local of course or a lost tourist" he smiled again and I realised that I hadn't really been talking much. My head was swimming with thoughts of Jean-Luc and with the uncertainty that my lust for Tom was more out of a longing for Jean-Luc, for my former French lover. I was so turned on, and so confused at the same time. "Eh, no actually, not really that close. A friend of mine used to live around here, and I was sort of just hanging out here thinking about him." I said awkwardly, refusing to meet Tom's gaze. Tom stopped walking and turned to face me, "By any chance would this be the same 'cute French guy' who rescued you on the metro on your first day in Paris?" I laughed quietly to myself at Tom's insight, "it would indeed" I confessed. "Ah, I see. And he's no longer in the picture I take it?" I looked up at Tom, as he looked deep into my eyes again, almost as if reading my mind yet again. "You would be right again," I nodded, "he's living in Lyon now, with his fiancée...well actually probably his wife by now. He was getting married today." I was stunned that I had just told Tom that, why did I do that? "And you're still in love with him?" It was a very deep and personal question that Tom, this guy that I had met just a few hours previously, had asked me. I should have been furious by the inappropriateness of it, but I wasn't. I already felt like Tom could read the answer from my mind, without me having to say anything either way. I hadn't really talked about the situation with Jean-Luc before with anyone. What was it about this handsome stranger that infiltrated my defences so easily? "I never knew he was engaged. He never told me about her. I only found out after, I mean later...they had split up and then a couple of months ago they got back together and that was that." I blurted, looking away from him. His piercing gaze was too intense for me. "I'm sorry Jane. This can't be easy for you. Helping me out, the way he helped you... today of all days." He put his hand on my arm to comfort me, and I did feel comfort from it... and more. He looked genuinely sorry for troubling me like this and I was grateful to him that he let the fact that I hadn't really answered his question go. It wasn't easy for me to be here with him like this, but it was exciting...and confusing all at the same time. I'd gone to the bistro today to drink wine and scribble in my journal and put the whole sorry affair to rest – to let it go! And then Tom came along, with the magical ability to affect me so deeply. "But for what it's worth, I think you're very beautiful and very sweet," he leaned in closer to me, the tone of his voice was soft and soothing "and I think that French guy is an absolute idiot. And I don't just think that because I'm an American and programmed more or less from birth to hate the French," he smiled that crooked smile again as he brushed a stray strand of hair back from my face. I laughed a little at the absurdity of his statement and this whole situation. The feel of his hand in my hair was quite stimulating, the closeness of his face, his lips.....oh how I wanted him to lean in just a little bit more and kiss me tenderly. I wanted Tom. I wanted him to make love to me, to make me forget all about stupid Jean-Luc and his stupid wife! I wanted him to kiss away any confusion I had. I just wanted to get lost in his lips, in his arms...in his bed... I looked into his eyes, my breath becoming short and ragged. I put my hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his face and a slight hint of some masculine stubble forming there. I gently traced the curve of his jaw with my fingertips, brushing my thumb across the swell of his bottom lip (causing him to let out a soft gasp) and down his chin and his neck until my hand was resting on his chest. His heart was pounding powerfully, as was mine. I stood on my tip-toes and he leaned in even closer. Neither of us spoke, to do so might have broken this erotic spell that had enchanted us. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his lips gently touch mine. My heart was beating even faster. His hand brushed my cheek as he kissed me softly on the lips, gently applying a little more pressure. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I parted my lips and felt him do the same. My lips probed and caressed his gently. My tongue gently searched and touched his, inviting him to kiss me deeper. An invitation he did not hesitate to accept. He wrapped his powerful arms around my small waist, pulling me closer to him as he kissed me back passionately and growled. Our kiss deepened and intensified. I felt the need within me building – it was an emotional as well as a physical need. When our lips finally parted, I was dizzy. The world was spinning around me. I had to hold onto Tom for fear that if I let go I would fall over. "Jane, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Tom asked, with a gentlemanly concern for my well-being that made me want him even more. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was nervous and excited but I was sure of one thing: I wanted Tom. "I don't know if this is the smartest or the stupidest thing I've ever done, probably neither, but I know that I find you very attractive Tom, and I really want you to make love to me." I looked at him with a level gaze, shocked by my wanton lustful confession. He stared back at me for a long moment; he was not expecting such a forward response and, in all honesty, I kind of surprised myself with that one too. Before I could say anything further, his lips were on mine again, passionately kissing me. He held me even tighter to him, my breasts crushed against his chest, our hearts pounding. I could feel the bulge in his jeans grow and I needed to feel that bulge inside me. I needed Tom to help me, to make me forget about that French idiot who had used me and broken my heart. A wave of guilt washed over me again; I was using Tom, was I any better than Jean-Luc? Was this fair to Tom? I felt Tom grab my ass and pull me against him forcefully, the bulge in his pants and the hunger in his kiss were indication enough to me that Tom might be okay with this arrangement, more than okay in fact! "Mmmmmmmmm... unnnnn..." I closed my eyes again and bit my bottom lip to stifle my moan, as Tom kissed the nape of my neck again and squeezed my ass harder. My knees were weak, I held onto him tight. I felt like I was sinking into some exquisite ocean with Tom as my only life-line, so I held onto him for dear life as he brought his lips back to mine and devoured them once again. We stood there kissing and holding each other for several minutes. "We really need to get out of here" he said between kisses, as we both held each other, trying to catch our breath. We were still in the middle of the street, just around the corner from the metro station. By now, the sun had already set and the street was more or less empty. "Twenty minutes to my hotel?" he asked breathlessly. "Uh huh, or ten to my place" I said, arching an eyebrow. "Pardon the cliché but, eh...your place or mine?" We both laughed out loud, all of the earlier awkwardness gone. "Yours," he said quickly as he kissed me again. He then took my hand in his and we walked to the metro station. The train came just as we arrived on the platform, still holding hands. We stood just inside the doors of the train. The air in the train was hot and sticky. I stood with my back against the seating partition, Tom stood in front of me holding the rail above his head. I surveyed his body from this position. He certainly was tall, around 6'5" I would guess, with excellent definition in his arms and torso from what I could tell. I couldn't wait to see his broad chest without that t-shirt! I bit my bottom lip again as my eyes moved down to the bulge in his jeans; I had the sneaking suspicion that Tom was tall all over! I smiled mischievously at the thought and looked up at Tom's face. He winked down at me, as if to offer some confirmation to my suspicions before showing off that crooked sexy smile yet again. He leaned in towards me and kissed my forehead gently. I closed my eyes as I felt him kiss my forehead; such a sweet gesture from such a sexy guy - swoon! "So which stop is ours?" Tom asked looking at the metro map on the wall behind me. "Two more and we're there." I replied. He smiled and nodded, before leaning in close to whisper huskily in my ear: "Good, because I have to confess something to you Jane. I don't know how much longer I can wait. For hours now all I've been thinking about is ripping those clothes off and ravishing that gorgeous body of yours. I've wanted you ever since the moment I caught you staring at my ass outside the bistro." I blushed again remembering how openly I had ogled him. He laughed softly and kissed my ear and my neck and continued whispering "You looked so sexy sitting there blushing, stammering..." his lips brushed my ear again, and he softly kissed my neck just below my ear - which is easily one of my most sensuous spots to be kissed. I felt my eyes roll back into my head and my knees go weak yet again. He continued to kiss my neck, gently nipping at my jaw. My hand went to his cheek again as I tilted my head and pulled him towards me, my lips meeting his for a deeply passionate kiss. I devoured and treasured those lips and that tongue, trapping his bottom lip between mine and nibbling it gently. My tongue waged war on his, capturing his tongue between my lips and suckling it greedily - unable to stifle my moan as I did so. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, feeling my nipples brush against his chest and losing all other sense of where we were in the process. Fortunately the French are far from oppressed when it comes to sex, but even so... "Isn't this where we get off?" Tom said breaking our kiss suddenly and grinning down at me. "Huh? Oh crap, yes it is!" I said, ignoring his bad joke and pulling him off the train before the doors shut. "You know, you're the one whose supposed to be keeping me from getting lost" he said and showed off that cheeky smile of his. I laughed and blushed - yet again! "Well, I got distracted" I said, pulling him closer to me. He leaned in closer to kiss me again, and just before our lips touched... I pulled back away from him "but that's not going to happen again" I laughed, winking at him as I grabbed his hand and led him out of the metro station and eventually towards my apartment. He shook his head playfully as we exited the station. The night air felt cool on my skin. A gentle summer breeze was blowing, making my skin tingle. There was something so freeing, so refreshing about it. I pulled the bobbin out of my hair again and let my hair fall loosely down to be gently caught and caressed by the breeze. The lights of the city at night, the cool breeze on my skin and in my hair and the warmth of Tom's body right beside me...so many wonderful sensations all at once, it was no wonder that my panties felt soaked! "I love the city at night" I said, squeezing Tom's hand as we walked. "There's something almost magical about it. It kind of makes me feel like anything could happen." "I think I know what you mean" Tom said softly, as we turned into a small deserted side-street. He stopped dead in his tracks and pulled me close to him. Before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine, his masculine hands cupping my face, running his fingers through my hair, slowly tracing his fingertips down my graceful neck and shoulders. I stood there, caught totally off-guard, my hands on his waist gripping his shirt. I slid my hands around his waist, and up under his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his body and the softness of his skin. I thought I heard him moan a little as my hands caressed his bare skin. I pushed myself closer against him, pulling him towards me. I ached for the hardness that I felt in his pants. My heart was pounding so loudly it threatened to deafen me. I broke our kiss and struggled for air. Tom continued to kiss and nip my jaw and kiss my neck, his hands caressing my ass and squeezing it roughly. He kissed my neck and my chest and continued down... He kissed and licked my cleavage, each breast in turn and then... I felt his hands quickly slide up my waist under my shirt, lifting it over my breasts as he began kissing and suckling my breasts through the thin fabric of my white lace bra, in the open air for anyone walking by to see. That is, if there was anyone walking by, for the moment we seemed to be alone. Although, as his tongue circled and flicked my right nipple, I'm not sure I would've cared if anyone saw. His lips and tongue expertly teased my hard nipples through my bra, before I felt his hands slide under the wired cups and squeeze my breasts. I hadn't even noticed him undoing my bra, but it was open, and his hands and lips were the only things keeping my breasts from plain view. "Unnnn," his hands... "Mmmmmmm" and those lips, sucking and nipping my breasts, flicking his tongue over one of my nipples, clamping those lips around my nipple and sucking hard, gently pulling on it with his teeth before sucking on it again. All the while, his hand was kneading and caressing my other breast. As he shifted his attention to my other nipple, his other hands slid down over my ass and down my leg to the edge of my skirt, just at my knee. He slid his hand up the back of my thigh, causing me to moan out loud...his teeth pulling my nipple a little harder as I did, generating another moan. He continued to kiss and suck my nipple as he slid his hand up further to the swell of my ass. I looked down at him, unable to speak or move. I ran my fingers through his hair as his teeth clamped down on my nipple again. He gave my ass a gentle squeeze, before hooking his fingers inside my panties and sliding them down my legs. "Tom!" I was shocked and aroused all at the same time. He looked up at me, my nipple still in his mouth and winked at me as he continued to suckle my nipple. He pulled my panties down my legs slowly, until they pooled at my ankles. He slid his hand back up my leg, caressing my inner thigh. He very slowly moved his hand upwards, until his fingertips brushed my moistness. He tenderly stroked my pussy lips with his fingertips, gently pushing them aside and teasing me with his fingers. I moaned out loud and held onto him again, running my fingers through his hair as he continued to devour my breasts and nipples. I was on fire! He released my nipple from his mouth, "I want you Jane. I need you. I have to have you!" his breath was short and ragged and there was an urgency in his voice - an urgency I understood all too well! He squeezed my breasts harder and growled before his lips descended on mine for a searing kiss. He released my breasts, allowing the cool air to caress them for a moment, creating another wave of pleasure. He gripped my ass roughly again with both hands, and pulled me against him forcefully – the coolness of the night air tickling my wet pussy making me feel so exposed and so deliciously naughty at the same time. "We're almost there" I said breathlessly. I fastened my bra and pulled my top down to cover it quickly. I looked around us to see if anyone had seen me being so enjoyably manhandled. Fortunately, we were alone. I motioned to pull my panties back up, but Tom caught my hands... "Ah ah," he said sharply as if scolding a child. I had little choice but to step out of them. Tom picked them up, brought them to his nose and inhaled my scent deeply. It was one of the most erotic displays I had ever seen. I had to get him home – fast! We walked quickly and silently. We arrived at the entrance to my apartment building a few minutes later. My heart was still pounding, and I was slightly out of breath. I punched the code into the panel twice but the door would not open. Tom's hand caressing my ass made it all the more difficult to concentrate on hitting the correct numbers on the keypad. The warmth of his hand through the flimsy material of my summer skirt, and the knowledge that I was totally exposed beneath it, had my blood boiling. "Damn it" I said, taking a deep breath and trying again. "What's the matter Jane, are you a little distracted?" Tom said mockingly as his other hand pulled my hair aside so he could kiss my neck. "I thought you said that wasn't going to happen again" he laughed softly into my neck and continued planting soft kisses there. I laughed softly in resignation at his ability to 'distract' me, and took a deep breath and focused hard on the panel in front of me. I carefully entered the code into the panel for the third time and, mercifully, the door flew open. I propelled myself into the lobby, grabbing Tom's hand and yanking him in behind me. I didn't dare stop to turn around to him, my eyes were focused dead ahead on the elevators. Waiting for the elevator to arrive felt like an eternity. Tom stood close behind me, his arm around my waist, inside my shirt and his fingertip slowly caressing my stomach. He pulled me against him so that I could feel the hard bulge in his jeans grinding against the top of my ass. My pussy was so achingly wet for him that I had to fight the urge to turn around and jump on him. I wanted to wait until we were in my apartment before... Keys! I fished in my purse for the keys to have them ready when we got to my floor. "Good thinking" Tom whispered into my ear as he gently sucked my ear lobe and kissed my neck again. The elevator finally arrived. We stepped quickly inside, maintaining our close contact. I pressed the button for the top floor. The moment I did Tom spun me around and kissed me fiercely. It was all I could do to stay standing. He growled into our kiss as a primal urge took control of his body, and mine. I slid my hand between us, over his abs and down to his jeans. I ran my hand over the bulge and heard him grown as I began kneading and stroking his hard cock through his jeans. His hands slid down to my ass again. After giving it a playful squeeze he slid his hands down further, pulling my skirt up and up until his hands finally had access to my bare thighs. He slid his hands up my thighs until both hands were gripping the cheeks of my naked ass. Slowly, achingly slowly it seemed, he moved one of his hands from my ass to the front of my thigh and inched it closer and closer to my pussy. Finally his fingertips brushed against the wetness between my legs and he began slowly stroking my pussy and my clit again... moving back and forth, painting my lips with my arousal. He kissed me deeply as he made slow circles around my clit with his fingers. He then continued stroking my pussy lips and with each stroke he moved further and further towards my vagina before finally... pushing two of his fingers inside me. I squealed as I felt his fingers inside me, curling up inside me and driving me wild. My hips moved unconsciously against his hand as he fucked his fingers in and out of me. I broke our kiss and moaned out loud. He nipped my jaw and softly kissed that spot just under my ear again as I continued to fuck his hand. I couldn't take another second of it, I needed him inside me and I couldn't wait any longer. I dropped my purse and keys on the floor and hit the emergency stop button on the elevator. Both of my hands were now on the front of his jeans, frantically undoing his belt buckle and pulling his zipper down. I carefully pulled his deliciously hard cock free of his jeans, wrapped both my hands around the thick shaft of his member and stroked him. As it turned out my suspicions were correct, he was tall all over! My eyes fixed Tom's and I saw my own fire and need reflected back at me in those eyes. He pushed his fingers in deeper and brushed his thumb across my clit, causing me to shudder. I cupped the tip of his cock in the palm of my hand and massaged it gently and my other hand stroked the length of his shaft. My hands reluctantly left his cock as he pulled my shirt off over my head, together with my bra which had once more opened seemingly inexplicably. Immediately, he lowered his head to my breasts and devoured them – biting and sucking my nipples until I moaned out load. So there I was: naked from the waist up in the elevator of my apartment building, with my skirt hoicked up around my hips and I was about to be fucked hard by a handsome stranger I didn't even know until a few hours ago. And the best part about it was: I didn't give a damn! I was beyond caring how absurd this situation was. I only knew that my pussy was throbbing and empty and longing for the magnificently hard cock I had in my hands only seconds ago. Tom lifted me up effortlessly and pinned me against the wall of the elevator. His lips locked onto mine as the tip of his cock brushed against my pussy lips. He held me up with one powerful arm around my waist as the other went to his cock. He stroked and teased my pussy and my clit with his cock, coating his member with my juices and pressing against my opening so that just the head of his cock peeked inside, then pulled away. I could feel the power in his arms and his body and the hardness of his thick cock... and I was in utter need for it. He tapped my clit with his cock-head over and over again until I cried out from the exquisite torture he was inflicting upon me. "Please Tom, please..." I begged him to do it. "I need you Tom. I need to feel you inside me, please..." He gave me one of his mischievously sexy smiles and slid just the tip of his cock inside me again and held it there. I whimpered with need and tried to move myself down onto it but he held me still. I could tell by the look on his face and in his eyes that it took all his control not to thrust into me. "Tom, please... AAAAGHH!" with one powerful motion he thrust hard into me and released his grip on my waist slightly so that I literally fell onto his cock and impaled myself upon it. I screamed with a mixture of relief, pleasure and surprise. My pussy immediately contracted around him, welcoming him inside me as the relief flooded my body. He felt so thick inside me, and so amazingly hard too as he stroked and stretched me. His thrusts were short and deep, yet slow, at first. But then they became longer and eventually faster too, and then harder... and harder... I shuddered and moaned, and gripped him tightly, my pussy wringing every last bit of pleasure out of each thrust. Our grunts and groans were barely audible over the deafening beat of our hearts and the sound of our flesh smacking and pounding together. My hands ran through his hair as my lips found his and devoured them mercilessly. Moan after moan stifled by his kiss as his pummelled me harder and harder. The unforgiving hard surface behind me was causing my entire body to shake with each thrust as he fucked me harder and faster. I shuddered and trembled all over - an intensity of pleasure and heat was building in my groin and slowly enveloping my entire body. I involuntarily held my breath, physically unable to draw air into my lungs. My pussy clamped down hard on Tom's cock as he buried his thick cock deep inside me, his thrusts now shallow and hard. "Come for me Jane" Tom whispered into my ear before lowering his head to my breasts and suckling my nipple. He thrusts becoming faster and harder still. He pulled my nipple with his teeth and growled as I gripped and clenched his cock as tightly as I was physically able, threw back my head and opened my mouth wide in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure emanated from my pussy and cascaded over me. He kissed and sucked my other nipple as he drove his cock hard into my pussy, keeping it there deep inside me, rotating his hips and stirring me to climax yet again. I bucked and writhed against him, my pussy spasming around him, and frantically sucking air into my lungs as I clamped down on him again and screamed as another wave of orgasm flooded my body. I grabbed his head and held him tight against me as I struggled in vain to catch my breath. "Jane... I have to..." he grunted "...close" breathlessly - and incoherently! His body shook and glistened from his exertions. "Let me down" I softly whispered into his ear. He slowly pulled out of me and released me. My legs were unstable, but I did not need to stand up for what I intended to do. I quickly pushed him against the wall and knelt down in front of him, getting a good look at him for the first time. He was about seven maybe eight inches long and gratifyingly thick. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, now moist from my cum, and began by licking and sucking his kiwi-sized balls. He groaned with pleasure as I sucked on each of them in turn, before licking my way up his shaft. I wanted to take my time to fully enjoy every last inch of him, not to mention to more thoroughly savour the naughty satisfaction of tasting myself on him. But I knew that would have to wait - he could not take that kind of lavish attention right now. He needed release. I gently licked and kissed the tip of his cock, and slowly sucked him into my mouth. His breathing was fast and shallow in between his moans of pleasure. I heard a satisfying grown from him as I sucked him harder and took him deeper into my mouth, my tongue continuing to massage his swollen head. I continued stroking his shaft as I moved him deeper into my mouth and out a little, before sucking him in harder again. "Jane, I... I'm..." he panted. I stroked him faster, and sucked him harder – letting him know that I wanted him to come in my mouth. I felt his hand grip the back of head as he grunted loudly and shot stream after stream of cum into my mouth. I swallowed and sucked hard, as though milking his cock with my mouth; greedy for all his cum. Even after I was sure he had no more to give, I continued 'cleaning' his cock for a couple of minutes more. My pussy was getting juicer by the second as I ministered to his tired cock. "I think someone really wants to get fucked in the elevator again," he teased. "Keep that up, and you'll have me hard again in no time, leaving me with no other option but to grab you and pound that tight pussy of yours again before we've even gotten into your apartment!" I felt my pussy clench suddenly and involuntarily as he said this, as if an invisible jolt of electricity had somehow shot magically from his lips upon the mere suggestion of 'pounding my tight pussy' - and did exactly that! He could tell by my reaction that his words had had the desired effect. "Promises, promises," I said smiling back up at him before giving his scrumptious cock a long and lingering kiss. He helped me to my feet, and kissed me softly but passionately on the lips. "I promise..." he said between kisses "to fuck you...over....and over....and over again, anywhere or anyway you want me to" I moaned, but my moan was smothered by his scorching kisses. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, and not for the first time tonight, lost myself in his kisses. After some time, I have no concept of how long exactly – but I suspect not longer than a few minutes, he whispered breathlessly in my ear: "Should we go hun?" I nodded and reluctantly pulled away from him. I took a few deep breaths to regain some composure as I watched Tom pull his boxers and jeans back up. I couldn't help but notice that his soldier was already partially standing to attention as his did so. I looked around and found my t-shirt and pulled it on. I didn't bother with my bra, I was only going around the corner after all, and was not likely to run into anyone else on the way. I picked up my keys and my purse but Tom had nabbed my bra while I was fixing my skirt and refused to hand it back. He still had my panties in his front jeans pocket, half hanging out for anyone to see and he insisted on dangling my bra out over the back of his jeans "...so that all the world will know I've just fucked you in the elevator" he smirked as I hit the panel on the elevator and it obediently began moving again. I would have protested further to get my bra back but I really didn't see the point, like I said we were only turning the corner. There were only three apartments on each floor and two separate elevators, so I really wasn't expecting to run into anyone waiting in the hallway when the doors finally opened on my floor. If I had been a betting woman, I would've lost a small fortune that night. I exited the elevator first, refusing to hold Tom's hand – still pretending to be mad at him for stealing my underwear, but in reality I knew I could open my apartment door a lot faster with both hands free and ultimately undress Tom those few seconds sooner! Tom grabbed his bag and quickly followed me into the hallway as I switched the lights on and searched for the right key for my door. I turned the corner, not looking where I was going at all, my attention focused on the keys in my hand - I probably would have walked right into him if he hadn't called out my name. "Jane!" I froze! I heard the keys clatter as they hit the floor and felt Tom bump into me from behind, but neither stimulus received a response. I couldn't move. My mind had completely shut down, my breathing had stopped and it seemed like even my heart had a missed a couple of beats. I knew who it was before I even looked up. I closed my eyes and forced myself to take a deep breath, wishing that when I opened them again and looked up, he would not be there. All the times I imagined and wished for him to return to me, in no scenario could I have possibly imagined that he would do so only moments after I had had incredible sex in an elevator with a hot stranger – a wonderfully charming and incredibly sweet 'hot stranger', who still had my underwear dangling out of his jeans! "Jane, ma Cherie" I opened my eyes upon hearing the familiar voice again. He was still wearing his wedding suit, which now looked crumpled and dishevelled, and he was missing his tie. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was blotchy. He looked as though he'd been crying for hours and had finally run out of tears. I had come to know that feeling all too well for a time, thanks to him. And here he sat on my doorstep. "Jean-Luc" I said with a sad sigh.

Title: Moonlight by Amit_King Tags: Character Development, Human, No-Yiff, Series, Vampire, Various Species, Violence (Not In Yiff) Here's something that I had written a few days ago and just decided 'What the hell' and posted it. Most of this will have terms that I've taken from Vampire the Masquerade (PC and RP.) And just to get this out of the way so no one comments it to me, Yes, I know that I changed his name at the end, I'll explain that one in the next chapter...whenever that comes around. Comments and votes are always welcomed, don't be scared to do either one. --- The engine of the large personal vehicle roared as it sped through the forest, the large truck swerved through the sparse trees before it jumped a large hill into a clearing that held a small town resting in the center, the headlights lit the way as did the full moon for the vehicle as it roared toward the town. Inside of the vehicle there were six people in total though there were five in the back preparing themselves for combat, readying their own weapons which were mainly automatic rifles and side guns, they were all dressed in black combat armor, knee and elbow pads along with flak jackets. There were three anthro's and two humans in the back, the first being the closest to the drop down door was a large male panther with piercing blue eyes, on his long-sleeved shirt read with words 'Boss' on the right shoulder, he pulled a black mask over his face leaving only his eyes to be visible but the black mask blended in with his black fur very well. The panther stood and looked over the others in the back of the vehicle "Alright people, to recap over what we were going to be doing in that town known as HighHill, apparently the entire village has been taken hostage by an unknown faction and it's our job to go in and neutralize them and rescue the villagers before the dead line for the demands of one hundred million dollars and the freedom from prosecutions comes around, as you know neither of these demands will be met so no fucking up. Got it" the panther called out in a dominate tone as his eyes moved over each of the members of his team and they immediately called out 'Yes Sir' in response which made him nod in approval of they're enthusiasm. Looking up at the driver as the vehicle slowed to a stop about two hundred yards from the town, it having cut its lights off as soon as they broke through the forest and into the clearing so not to let anyone in the town know that they were coming. The panther turned and opened the hatch to the door letting it slowly open on its hydraulics before quickly moving out with the rest of the team right behind him, the vehicles door quickly closed and moved off back into the woods to await for the teams evac call, the panther ordered everyone to gather around which they did quickly. The panther looked over everyone in his team, the two human men before the large lioness to his right and finally the hyena standing in front of him "Alright, Jack..." the panther looked to the human that was closest to him who immediately stepped forward, he was a normal height of six feet or so with military cut black hair and piercing green eyes "You are on point, take Lisa and move toward the West end of the town" the panthers eyes moved over to the hyena who nodded in agreement. The hyena was slightly under six foot in height with the normal fur coloration and brown eyes and hair, Lisa and the human Jack immediately pulled they're black masks over their faces before moving off toward the West side of town with their rifles at the ready, quickly disappearing into the darkness even as the moon shined down. The panther looked back to those that were still with him "Rick you go with Kite here toward the East side of town and well all meet up in the center of town..." the panther pointed toward the center of the town, a large building with several crosses resting on the roof "At that church there" the lioness nodded before looking over at the human "Com'on Rick" she pulled her mask over her face before pulling the slide back on her rifle as the human moved past her as he pulled his mask over his face. The panther watched as the four of his team quickly moved to the opposite sides of the town in two teams, he nodded then quickly shouldered his weapon before quickly running straight for the middle of the town, the team having no idea of those inside of the church watching them directly, the two furs staring at them from a large church window from the second floor with smiles on they're muzzles. "It seems like those 'demands' of ours really did work, if we hadn't of done that, they might not have sent anyone here to try and stop us" the white wolfess said as she looked over her shoulder over the railing to the lower level that held the benches and alter as well as a large group of various furs. The second black wolfess smiled at the firsts comment "Mmhm, I'm glad people are so easy to manipulate, so long as you have the proper leverage" the black wolf said as her dark red eyes glowed in the darkness before licking over her muzzle "They'll be here soon enough, they think that they're going to surround us and wipe us out in one swoop, basic combat operation" the black wolf smiles as she turned and looked over the railing at the group as well. The team that had split into three groups had made they're ways to the center of town very quickly, checking the empty buildings with practiced ease and soon they all were crouched down behind the large church, the human Jack looking up at the large building "Damn, you think they like God enough" he asked seeing the two story building before looking at the panther who had just looked back down from looking at the building again. "Don't know, don't much care either, let's just get in and hurry up and save the villagers then go home and get some rest" the team quickly nodded, liking that idea on all levels before they split up into two groups, the panther moving with the lioness Kite and Rick, the teams move around to the front of her church, stopping at the large double doors that served as the churches front door. The panther nodded to Kite who immediately moved in front of the large doors, the lioness standing tall at six four with large muscles, she made easy work of kicking the door open, the lock being ripped off without any problem or difficulty and the team moved into the church quickly taking up a normal defensive yet offensive position with Rick crouched outside guarding the rear, the others moving in a half circle inside the church with their weapons at the ready. The panther motioned with his right paw to spread out and they did so quickly, Jack moving with Lisa to the left, Kite going to the right while Rick slowly started off with the panther toward the alter at the back of the church directly in front of them with the benches separated just so that the aisle was large enough for three average sized furs could walk down it side by side. Outside of the town near the tree line a group of furs stand, watching the town closely, a female wolf, a male house cat, a male jackal and a female lizard, they all wore black clothing and all had dark fur and scales and they stood silently, almost completely hidden by the darkness around them. The black wolfess turned to the three to her left before speaking "It seems we're not the only one's on the hunt tonight...what is a military unit doing here" she demanded in a calm tone before turning to a large trunk behind the three other anthro's, opening the truck that held four different bladed weapons. "I'm not sure but I know one thing..." the female lizard turned to the truck, as did the others, the lizard picked up two twin curved scimitars "If we don't get in there within four minutes, they'll be dead" turning around and starting toward the town, the black clothed lizard spins her swords between her fingers till she was holding them backwards. The wolfess pulled a kuma with a long chain attached to it, grabbing the handle of the kuma and pulling it from the truck before starting toward the town behind the lizard with the male house cat behind her, clutching a katana in his left paw and the jackal after him with two large broad swords resting on each of his shoulders. The four furs were only halfway to the town when flashes and the sound of gun fire ran out from inside the large church, the male cat looking up "Seems like you miscalculated Jessica" came his deep voice as his glowing yellow eyes glared at the building, his mix colored fur swayed as the wind brushed over the group. The lizard lifted her head, her crimson scales glinting in the moonlight as she gazed at the church "I guess so, I suppose they are more blood thirsty than I thought" she says as the jackal leans forward and begins running toward the church followed quickly by the other three as the flashes and gun shots continued echoing from the church. Inside of the church Jack quickly looks over the edge of the railing on the second floor, his eyes glare down as the panther fires several more shots at a group of furs slowly surrounding him, Rick already laying face down with blood pouring from his neck and chest, Jack immediately raises his rifle to shoot but quickly freezes as he feels cold breath against the back of his neck. "Mmm, you smell nice" a chilling voice from behind the human says softly, he quickly spins only to have his rifle grabbed followed quickly by his throat, gritting his teeth and grabbing the white wolfs wrist as she lifted him off the ground with one paw like he weighed nothing. Jack clenches his eyes as his feet dangle, his right hand trying to pull his rifle from the bitches paw while his left tries to pry her paw from his throat, his rifle sounds off as he pulls the trigger sending a hail of bullets into the wall behind the wolf, not being anywhere close to hitting her as he looks down at the wolf seeing her looking up at him with a smile, her eyes glowing red as she licks over her fangs. The panther looks up seeing Jack being held in the air, spinning quickly and sending a burst of bullets at the wolf that blinked as she looked down at her chest seeing nearly black blood flowing from her chest, she soon smiled before pulling Jack back and throwing him over the railing. Jack should have fallen to the ground but did not, he soared back over the gap from the walkway he was on to the other one on the other side of the church and out a window before smashing into the ground outside. The white wolf looked down at the panther before shifting into the shadows and appearing behind him with a wicked smile on her muzzle as the panther spun and ended up in the same position as Jack was before he was thrown, he was lifted off the ground by his throat as his rifle was held firmly with her other paw as he struggled to get air into his lungs while his left paw tried to pry her paw from his throat. The four furs quickly came to a stop as they reached the edge of town, glaring forward as several furs approached them with hunting rifles and shot guns, the furs eyes were a dark glowing purple as they slowly closed the gap between them and the four blade wielding furs, the cat looks at to the black wolfess to his right "I don't suppose they'll just let us through, should we split up" he asks while the lizard charges forward dodging several shots that were fired at her with unnatural speed before slashing the opposing furs in several places, slicing they're heads and limbs off. "Yes, we should, otherwise we'll not be able to save any from that attack squad" the wolfess agreed before the jackal dashed to the left while she dashes to the right, the cat jumping from his position up onto the roof of a nearby house before charging toward the church while the lizard charges straight forward. The black wolf jumped through one of the windows on the side of the church immediately throwing her kuma into the air cutting down several furs who were standing over a large female furs body, moving over and pulling the mask finding that the large lioness had been shot in the stomach before being stabbed and cut with axes and hand scythes. Standing up and looking around at the small room that she had jumped into seeing the door was open to the main hall, she was in the priests study and could even see the house cat run into the aisle with the lizard behind him followed quickly by a hail of bullets while the jackal jumped through a window on the other side of the church. On the alter sat the white wolfess with blood staining her muzzle as she smiled to the three furs that had busted into the church, turning and seeing a fourth come out of the room in the corner of the church but her smile didn't fade as she saw the fourth. Slowly standing up and licking over her muzzle as she gazes over the dead body of the panther from before who was laying lifeless in the aisle, the four furs glared at the wolfess. A figure of a fur crawling away from the alter could be seen as well as the glistening of blood from the moon shining in from the windows "Well I see I'm not the only one on the hunt tonight..." the white wolfs voice came, covered with an amused giggle "So what, you four followed the scent of blood...or are you all just passing through" she asked looking around from one fur to another as the purpled eyed furs begin pouring in from the outside through the door behind the lizard and cat. Jack slowly pushed himself up, the front of the humans masked drenched in blood as it poured from his mouth, the throw from the second floor of the church really doing some damage, he could feel that some of his ribs had been fractured if not broken from the fall he had, moving to his knees and pulling his mask from his face and tossing it aside as blood ran down the corners of his mouth. Wincing and slowly pulling his flak jacket off and tossing it aside, just wearing that heavy thing made it even more difficult to breath, he also tossed his rifle aside before setting his right hand gentle on the left side of his chest but he didn't have time to catch his breath as he felt a gentle paw move over the side of his neck making him freeze before jumping away which was a bad idea as he fell onto his right side in pain, clutching his left side. Looking up with his right eye as he kept his left clenched from the pain that was shooting from his left side, his eye laded on a black wolfess standing before the moon in one of the most ominous poses he could have ever seen, the black wolfess smiled down at him as her crimson eyes glowed and her white teeth were bared showing her elongated fangs as the human turned himself onto his back with gritted teeth. The black wolf stepped toward the human "You know, I normally have to just take what's left after Kayla in there is finished, I'm glad you came out here..." the wolfess looked over at the window he was thrown through "If without your consent" turning back to the human and licking over her fangs before she starts toward him. Jack rolled onto his knees and was ready to dash away when a paw gripped his left side, the sickening sound of cracking bones could be heard as he cried out in agony, he was pushed onto his knees as the paw gripped his side firmly with a much gentler paw pushing his head to the right, exposing the left side of his neck completely. Jack's eyes went wide as he felt a pain shoot from the side of his neck followed by a warm flow of what he knew as his blood, his body convulsed slightly as the pain in his left side slowly went numb, his body shutting down from not only the pain but from another unknown reason, Jacks eyes move to the left, his left eye seeing the wolfesses ears and part of her head as he felt her suckling on the side of his neck, drinking down his blood. Jacks eyes closed as he felt his life slipping away, the wolfess just drinking down his blood more and more without any sign of stopping till he was dead from blood loss, gritting his teeth as his mind began to go blank and began to repeat over and over that he was about to die without any way to stop it. Soon he felt himself going completely limp before his eyes snapped open with a renewed defiance, his right hand slowly moving to his right boot and pulling a large combat knife from it before gritting his teeth and thrusting his blade back toward the wolfesses head. Inside the church the wolfess had dashed forward throwing her blade toward the feline and lizard as the jackal charged toward the white wolf that was the groups target, the feline ducked under the soaring kuma's chain as the lizard jumped over it letting the kuma and chain slice through all the furs behind them with the purple glowing eyes. The white wolfess laughed and jumped back onto the alter before pulling two daggers from behind her back just as the three furs jumped at her from two different directions, the lizard and feline coming from the front while the jackal came from the left. Spinning around and throwing both the daggers, one toward the jackal and the other at the feline but she quickly pulled another set from behind her back as the thrown weapons were quickly knocked away, the feline moved forward and unsheathed his katana as he went to strike but nearly a yard before reaching the wolfess he immediately jumped straight up showing a glint of metal right behind him. The wolfess blinked as her eyes followed the feline as he jumped up in front of the lizard, as her eyes drifted up she didn't see the black wolfesses kuma until its blade pierced her chest, the white wolfesses eyes shot open as wide as possible before looking down as blood sprayed from her chest and back, the kuma's blade had pierced her chest stabbing through her heart and out through her back without any trouble. As she looked at the blade the jackal jumped behind her and with a mighty swing of his left arm he took the wolfesses head with one of his broad swords and before the wolfesses head even hit the ground her body disintegrated into dust and faded from existence leaving only the four furs standing there, none seeming happy nor excited in any way by the turn of events. The black wolfess pulls her kuma back into her paw as she walks over to the alter where the other three were standing "Is that it, all four of us were called out here for this" her voice showed great disappointment as well as disgust while she looked over the blood stained place before looking over to the left far corner seeing a shivering figure curled up. Soon the other three furs had looked over to see a female hyena curled up in the corner of the church room shivering noticeably as tears stained her cheeks and her tail quivered between her legs, looking to the other three furs before the feline turned and started toward the hyena. The feline stepped toward the hyena before pausing to look out through one of the windows seeing that in the graveyard there was another of the team, a human laying still against one of the large gravestones, motioning with his right paw to the outside making the other three look out from the closest window before the lizard and wolfess moved outside leaving the jackal and feline to clean up inside and deal with the hyena. Outside the two female furs look down at the humans body seeing him clutching a combat knife firmly as blood stained his left shoulder completely from the bite wound in his neck as well from his left side from another large gash, looking over his body seeing that he wasn't moving before the wolfess turns to the lizard "Guess we could only save one, though this..." kneeling down and looking at the human's combat knife seeing blood staining it "This blood isn't his, it's already been long dead, at least from the scent. You think he was able to take out one" the wolf asked before standing up while the lizard rubbed the top of her muzzle with the palmel of her left sword "Mmm, can't really say but it would look that way, too bad he's dead, might have been useful to us...if he really did kill one, might just be one of the slaves blood" turning the lizard looked back at the church as the humans eyes slowly opened back up. "Ya know...I thought I could just sit here and die in peace but no\~" he said with a weak voice but sarcastic tone as his head tilted back to let him see the wolf and lizard as they stared down at him with glowing eyes "I got you two nattering on about me like I'm already dead, can't you make stabs at me when I'm actually dead, that bitch wolf wasn't easy to fucking kill ya know." The two females stared at the blood stained human as he spoke and soon the wolfess kneeled down in front of him placing the tip of her kuma against his chin "Well he's not dead but on his way to unlife, we should kill him now otherwise he'll be a bit more of a threat" Jack just stared at the wolfess as she spoke, he didn't seem surprised at her words or even the least bit interested. At the time the wolf stood back up the cat and jackal were moving toward her as was a silent third figure, a tall dragoness with pure white scales that were covered in black robes, she stopped in front of the human as he stared blankly at her, the black wolfess having stepped aside to let the dragoness through. The dragon pulled her hood back letting her violate eyes glow in the shining moonlight, kneeling down and looking at the human whose eyes had grown dim as his life continues slipping from him "I am Serri, these four behind me are as follows, the lizard is Jessica, the feline is Eric, the jackal is Shiv and the wolf is Victoria. I must apologies at the circumstances that had lead to us meeting when we never should have but as it stands you are dying..." the human blinked once, his eyelids moving slow as his head moved down so he could look into the dragons eyes while she spoke. Tilting his head to the left a bit as the dragoness Serri pointed out that he was dying and him just happening to mention 'Really, I had no idea' this making Serri smile showing her long fangs before moving her head back, her left paw moving through her long dark crimson hair that disappeared down her back "Well now you know human and you also know by now that the wolfs that you came up against in the church were not human, neither are we and soon you will not be either..." Jack listened as Serri spoke, she talked slow and in a very pleasant manner which calmed him down even though he was mere inches away from death. "I am before you know human to offer you a second chance..." this statement brought several shocked looks from the four furs behind her as they looked toward one another before down at the dragon and finally at the human who seemed uninterested, "Now human, the choice is yours but time is very limited, ask yourself this question, 'Do I want to live'" the dragon left it at that, allowing the human to chew on that as he remained silent. Jack stared at the dragoness, his eyes blinking slowly as his breathing became shallow before he spoke "'Do I want to live'" he repeated before looking at the dragon after a pause "...Yeah, that'd be nice" this strange way of saying 'yes' brought a smile to the dragons lips before she moved forward bearing her fangs "Welcome then Alexander" she said pushing the humans head to the side and sinking her fangs into the side of his neck.

It had been a troubling week for Vance, a man in his early thirties. He had been having an erotic adventure with his girlfriend in a shady part of town early this week, but things went weird quickly. The things that happened were beyond his explaining, and resulted in his girlfriend Peggy vanishing. He had passed the events off as a weird dream at first, but when the police showed up at his house two days later trying to figure out where Peggy went, he realized it must have been real. Unfortunately the whole event had been too bizarre to actually tell the police- no one would believe him! But now in the tail end of the week he was starting to go a little nuts, he needed to prove to himself that it was real! So he gathered some of Peggy's friends that he also knew, and convinced them with as vague as possible information that he could show them where she went. It was a bit of a stretch, but he had one idea. Vance had gotten fired from his job a week and a half ago after a heated debate. To spite his former place of employment and a source of adventure, he took Peggy into the warehouse to make out. All of the chaos started when they were there in the empty warehouse. While no other living person was witness to the event, since it was relatively recent, the security office may still have camera recording of it. Normally the three girls he gathered would have laughed him off as a poorly executed prankster when he mentioned magical forces and spells, but Peggy's vanishing was unusual enough to at least allow them to humor Vance. First was Naga, a tiny sprite of a woman, straight black hair to her shoulders and eyes a cold blue, like full moons bordered by her night black hair. She was a real sour one on the best of days making up for her lack of size and bust with her viciousness, so it was a surprise she was so easy to convince. Sahara was the hardest to convince, though she was a very serious woman so he should have seen it coming. She had almond shaped hazel eyes, a bust that was a good handful, and wildly curly earth brown hair barely tamed into a pony tail. The third girl is Alamia, a soft spoken but frisky woman with an impressive bust, long straight blood red hair and forest green eyes. Vance himself had short bristly black hair and beard and deep brown eyes. Thanks to Vance they were able to slip into the empty warehouse without any trouble, though the security was pretty terrible to begin with. Both Alamia and Naga seemed oddly eager to do this operation, making Vance think they had other motives but as long as they helped out he didn't care what else they attempted. Vance brought them to the area it happened but seen no traces of anything being off. He then brought them deeper into the building to the security office and started fiddling around with the equipment trying to see if his romp was caught on camera, he did originally intend for it to be, and if they reviewed the tape already the police would be all over the place investigating the strange event. They all quickly gathered around the monitor at a enthusiastic outburst from Vance indicating he found what he needed. On the recording Vance and Peggy dashed into the main room, carelessly tumbling around boxes, kissing, and Peggy giggling like a school girl. Unseen by them both were a few faint runes of dim light drifting and shifting in the air. Vance started to casually undress Peggy while she continued to assault him with playful kisses, clearly in not as much of a rush to get to the hard action as he was. Vance managed to unbutton her entire shirt and get it off, and took her skirt down easily but she stepped back preventing him from going farther. "Oh come on babe, don't be a tease...again." She just giggled and started to sway her hips for him, hooking a thumb under the band of her pink lace panties. She had a perfect round butt with robust thighs in spite of the rest of her figure looking quite lean. She pulled the panties down just enough to show him her treasure trail before snapping them back up and turning to waggle her tush at him. Vance enjoyed the appetizer but still wanted to get to the main meal. "Come on girl, get those meaty little hams over here, you are giving me blue balls here." He flinched suddenly and gave out a moan. Peggy immediately looked upset, asking if he ejaculated prematurely from her display, but he said no, sounding a bit puzzled. Still having a frustrated look on her face she moved onto her knees and unzipped him as he sat on a crate. She was expecting wet underpants but her expression softened immediately when she seen the unfamiliarly large bulge in them. She quickly yanked the under ware down as well to behold his balls, which were twice the size they normally were! She gently poked one, seeing the scrotum had also expanded with them so they were not tight, though Vance felt like they were. Was she literally giving him blue balls? She thought that was just a saying, and they didn't look discolored. A moment after hefting one of the meaty eggs in her hand they both gave a throb and Vance groaned again as they increased in size and weight. Vance once again begged for her to sit on his rod instead of prodding around it but she was too bewildered and amused by the growing nuts. They grew in small surges, but were linked to his arousal so did not appear to have any visible pattern to it. With each growth Vance felt a greater and greater need for release and swelling pressure. He got desperate and tried to grab his shaft and masturbate but Peggy was quick to grab his hands and hold them back. Peggy was too interested in seeing how big they could get. They started to outgrow the scrotum, slowly getting tighter as it expanded, eventually pulling the wrinkles out of the scrotum, filling it till it was entirely smooth and seemed to stop their growth- likely due to the lack of space. Since the growth leveled off she had no reason to hold him back, and cupped both balls and wrapped her lips around his shaft. She easily took his entire length to his balls, popping her tongue out to lick them on her downstrokes. Due to the immense pressure built up in him, Vance did not last long. Peggy was expecting a powerful blast because of the expansion but wasn't expecting it to be consistent- the first stream alone was a full two seconds before it gave a heaving pulse and started the next stream. She started to swallow simply because she didn't have enough time to think it over. Between the first two streams she got enough of a respite that her taste buds identified that it wasn't cum at all- it was liquid marshmallow! Sweet, warm, thick marshmallow goo! She gently squeezed and rolled his oversized softballs in her hands trying to coax even more of the delicious substance out of him. Vance was overloaded with pleasure and needed a breather but after a full minute he was starting to worry. His balls were sure enough slowly shrinking but the rate they were reducing in size and the amount of marshmallow he was putting out did not match up at all. He made some weak attempts to push her off but she continued to milk him, her tongue tracing every contour of his shaft and her swallowing creating suction. Vance thought he was seeing things at first, but when her panties started to cut deeper and deeper into her meaty thighs he realized she was growing. He was shrinking down but the marshmallow mass was causing her to plump up rapidly. The clasp on her bra burst apart first and her breasts launched the garment onto the floor before wobbling wildly about under her. Her already big hip and thighs started to look gigantic on her. Vance had to once again blink twice to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him when her tailbone seemed to lengthen just above the massive spheres of her butt cheeks. When the small growing tail folded over and took on a spiralling shape he immediately recognised what was happening to her. Her ears started to grow and become pointed, and she shrank slightly but did not reduce in weight. Her fingers and toes started to become so plump that they merged together, her fused nails thickened and her hands and feet became the trotters of a sow. As her torso thickened it lost its shape and she squirmed as several more sets of teats erected out from her skin all the way down her underside. Her plump face started to push outward as she finally released his cock as the flow stopped. Vance's balls were finally back to their normal size, but he was so bewildered by Peggy's transformation that he hardly noticed. Peggy did not seem aware of her own changes surprisingly, even when she tried to speak and it was virtually indistinguishable from oinks. She tried a few more times to speak and two tiny tusks formed just out of her lower lips. Her face pushed out more as her nose became upturned into a pig snout and oinks and snorts became the only sound she could make. Her eyes were the last thing to change, and once she was completely transformed she started to wander a bit, sniffing things and quietly oinking. Watching the video, the others were very surprised at what they seen but Vance was more eager to see what happened next. He had no recollection of what happened between then and the morning the next day when he was back home, which is why he had been convinced it was a weird dream till the police became involved. A voice without a source seemed to emanate around him in the video, saying that he would be excellent bait to fish up 'more toys'. Vance then stood up in the video with a blank look on his face and the video feed went to static- the rest of the recording was scrambled and unreadable. Vance tilted his head. "Bait? What does that mean?" They were all startled by the sound of several doors closing at once, followed by the sound of clicking locks! Whatever was here to turn Peggy into a piggy was still around, and sealed all the doors a lot better than the actual warehouse owner did. There was several minutes of panic before Vance rallied them together with a plan. Vance used to work here so he knew all the loopholes in its security- of which there was many, and hopefully some the magic source was not aware of to block. He assigned them all a location to go to and check, and a location to return to after, hopefully at least one of them finds an open path. Naga only pretended to look for a way out and quickly turned to go deeper into the facility. The warehouse was attached to the main facility but the way in was sealed off and she couldn't go deeper than that. She turned around at the door she failed to open and let out a quick, sharp squeal of surprise when she came face to face with Alamia. Alamia quickly put her index to her lips in a gesture of hushing. "What are you doing here?" Naga squirmed, not wanting to say, but not having any legible excuses either. "Looking for the source of that voice. Someone is using some real-life magic and I want some!" Alamia smiled, placing a hand on her hip. "Go figure, I was trying to do the same thing. Whatever is behind it is powerful, and clever enough to not get caught, or this would be all over the news. Maybe if we team up we can make them an offer they can't refuse. Couple of attractive ladies like us, who is going to turn that down?" Naga blushed a bit, but nodded enthusiastically. "Yea!" The same voice from the video spoke up again, again coming from no source but resonating from everything. "An offering of supple female flesh? My that does sound tempting." The source of the voice became clear quickly enough when a small figure emerged from the shadows. At first they thought it was a girl, but his small uncut bits between his legs revealed he was just a small, feminine boy. He also wasn't entirely human- his legs were ungulate and covered in intensely curly black fur, as well as his pubes being the same, around his forearms, and the hair on his head was the same as well forming a black wooly mat to his back. His ears were leaf shaped and he had small rams horns and a small poofy tail- he was a black sheep boy! He looked like a little boy anyway- his behavior and previously displayed power seemed to imply he was older than he looked. He smiled at their reaction to him, it was obvious they did not know how to react to such a thing and had sort of frozen up. "Well? You said we were going to have some fun? If you to put on a good enough show, I promise to give you something really nice with my powers after!" They approached him, but still looked like they were not entirely sure where they should be taking this. The sheep knew just what he wanted however, and grabbed them both by the butts- which was as far up as he could reach anyway- and pulled them together. He dragged his hands down their thighs and wherever his hands touched he left bare skin- his touch completely disintegrated their clothes. Once there was enough of their bottoms that the rest fell away, they knelt and let him melt away their tops. The sheep boy placed his hands on their upper chests and ran it down to the bottom of their tops through the valleys of their cleavage. His touch disintegrated the bra as well as the tops, allowing them to pull their arms out and toss them off. He wasted no time in placing a hand firmly on one breast each and sucked a third nipple. He seemed to be guiding them together, so they played along. At first they kissed just to please him, but found out they were good kissers. The sheep boy backed up to enjoy the show as the girls pressed into each other. Their breasts pressed into one another, their stiff nipples warring one another for supremacy. Their tongues explored each others mouths to the sound of their muffled moans. Alamia pushed gently against her to try and get a breather, but her effort was weak and her hand flipped around and slid down Naga's stomach and slipped her fingertips into her soft mound. Neither seemed to notice their tailbones started to grow out at a rather rapid rate. They squirmed against each others bodies and became increasingly flexible while doing it. Soft popping sensations went off occasionally as new vertebrae came into existence. Their bodies became longer and bigger and their tails continued along their own growth, coiling and grinding against one another. The longer and more flexible their bodies became the less they used their arms and legs, which was good because their limbs did not share in the rest of their growth. As their bodies grew their limbs were all but absorbed and their flesh seemed to bubble up slightly as it developed a layer of slick scales. Their body's expansion was a gentle, pleasurable internal pressure that radiated out, was met with resistance, and then moved straight up and down to lengthen their form feeling like a good stretch. As their hips lost definition and rounded their vagina were stretched horizontally causing their anus to be drawn up closer and eventually merge. Naga's scales were a pale blue and cyan on her underside while Alamia's were pure white. Sharp fins started to open down the length of Naga's body, starting with two huge fan like fins where her ears once were, and the skin on Alamia's back seemed to cascade like a small wave forward as she dipped her head. It extended out almost looking like a hood of flesh till she lifted her head up and opened it up fully. It was a huge cobra crest, colored by bright pink and pale orange in a flaming explosion appearance. The edges of it were covered with small flesh thorns. Alamia had turned into a titanic albino cobra and Naga into a sea serpent! They both retained their human eyes however, merely altered with glowing pink iris signifying outside control on their thoughts. They twisted and coiled around each other in a two girl lesbian snake ball, competing aggressively with one another to see who could pleasure the other into submission. Vaginas had been replaced with cloaca, but that only added to the experience, as it felt like getting a rim job and head at the same time when they pushed their noses into the soft opening. The sheep boy nodded to himself, admiring his own work. "Very nice. Something about the slithering, flowing movement of a snake always looked sensual. And as promised I gave you something you would both love- you still have your human intelligence and human voices! I have another treat to, but only one so you two will have to decide which of you gets it..." He waited a few moments but neither seemed to be listening to him at all. "You know you two are serpents not ouroboros, you can stop eating each other for ten seconds..." Sahara stood nervously with Vance waiting for the two women to meet back up with them but were nowhere to be seen. Vance had managed to get one of the shutter doors open enough for them all to escape. They both flinched as the sheep boy appeared and then immediately froze up, not wanting to show their fear. He wandered casually toward them with a timid smile. "Where are you going? The night just started!" Vance took two slow steps back toward the open shutters. "We only came here to see what happened the other night. We seen, so..." The boy stopped, cocking a brow. "And the camera tape your hiding behind your back?" Vance's heart skipped a beat and the boy's smile only widened. "I can't let just anyone know about me! You will have to leave the tape here." Vance wore the most serious face he could manage past his nerves. "Then we will need Peggy back to normal. I will give you the tape for Peggy- a trade." The boy let out a long sigh, his smile fading away. "Well, see, there is a problem with that. You can't magic up knowledge and personality from thin air, so if I turned her into a human, she would still have the mind of a pig. You may want her to be human but a pig wouldn't much care for being turned into a woman." "...then no dice!" Vance spun on his heels and bolted out of the building with the tape in hand, hoping Sahara would be able to keep up but she was just as off guard as the boy. The boy made no effort in giving chase, but raised his hand to emphasize a finger snap. The second the snap sounded out, Vance's clothes exploded off him in a cloud of colored vapor. His shoes vanishing suddenly destroyed his balance and he tumbled immediately to the ground, dropping the tape on impact. Sahara didn't know what to do about it, but after seeing the video before she couldn't help but take advantage of the rear-view of his balls. Vance got up slowly and carefully as he had skuffed off several patches of skin in his quick tumble, but he did not need to get fully up before he realized from the corner of his eyes that he was surrounded. Before anyone could react, Alamia ripped him off the ground in her maw ready to devour him. Naga quickly slithered out as well, looking at her and the flailing upper body of Vance sticking out of her mouth still. Alamia was savoring the amusement of playing with his comparatively tiny cock and balls with her long forked tongue. Naga was not as patient and clamped down on his upper half, going lip to serpentine lip with Alamia- half of Vance flailing around in a panic in either mouth. Neither bit hard enough to crush him and neither had the teeth to chew him- whichever one won this dispute would swallow him whole, kicking and screaming. Vance could still breath the air Naga was so he wasn't suffocating but that wouldn't matter for long anyway. They tugged him back and forth, staring each other in the eyes looking for a sign of forfeit. The soft flesh of the insides of their mouths slid over his nude body covering him in their saliva as they drooled in anticipation. After several long moments Naga released him, giving up because Alamia found him first. Vance was only able to let out a short scream before Alamia bucked her head back, opened her mouth, and then swung forward forcing him deep into her mouth before it snapped shut. His vague outline could still be seen sliding farther down her long body, but the soft fleshy confines became too tight around him to do much more than squirm, and Alamia did not seem bothered at all by that. Sahara ran, going deeper into the building since the serpent girls now blocked the shutters. She hid for quite some time, her heart pounding in the back of her throat in panic. It must have been fifteen minutes before she slowly came out of hiding, making sure no one was near. There was no sounds or sign that any of the others were still there- maybe they had given up on her since they had the recording and Sahara had no way to prove any of this. She did not want to try her luck with the main shutters so she started to look for another way. She found an exit up on the catwalks above- a fire escape! She only seen one way up though, and it was a retractable ladder that was currently up and sort-of locked. The padlock on it was through the loop but not closed, though it was beyond her reach. Sahara did a bit of searching and managed to come up with a broomstick she used to jab at the lock from below and managed to knock it out but the ladder itself could not be pulled down with it. It was frustratingly low but still beyond her grasp. An empty milk crate would have been enough but the only crates she could see were huge wooden boxes. She cursed under her breath, wishing she was just a bit taller. She tried stretching out her arms as far as they could, then went on her tip toes which was easier than she thought it would be, and eventually resorted to hopping up. After a few tries she actually touched it, but just barely. When she tried again she did it again easily. Closing her eyes she concentrated, letting her leg muscles relax a moment from her last try- they felt mildly tingly. She opened her eyes again determined to make the jump this time and realized the lowest rung of the ladder was level with her nose. She was twice as tall as she should be! Both her arms and legs were ridiculously narrow and long compared to the rest of her and it wasn't stopping. She quickly looked around as her neck sounded out gentle pops to lengthen as well, and sure enough she spotted the sheep boy smiling on the side of a crate, swinging his legs playfully. "Well I hope you are proud of yourself. Why would you do this to us?" She was oddly calm now- knowing she couldn't escape anyway at this point. The boy shrugged. "Because I can, and humans are rather dull- there is so many already, why not diversify the population, right? Besides, Naga and Alamia were plotting behind your backs to gain some of my power- I just turned those two snakes in the grass into what they truly were. And Peggy...I mean come on, a piggy named Peggy? I wasn't going to miss that opportunity. Vance...well, he's not going to ad-vance any further. You, I do recall wished you were a bit taller so you could reach that ladder, no? Well I am pretty sure that won't be a problem now." "Geese thanks. So generous. Except now I have no reason to leave." The boy huffed a half-laugh. "Are you sure about that? I don't know about you but I would have a very hard time trying to fit an entire giraffe in here." Sahara had a brief panic over that- she had no idea what she was turning into since no animalistic features were showing yet. There was no way an adult giraffe would fit in even this warehouses high roof. She would be trapped and need to be cut out of the building to move again! She tried to climb the ladder but it was tremendously awkward with such long limbs. Her clothing was quickly tightening to her body as it expanded and started to lose its human shape. Two round bumps formed on the top of her head that would become the giraffes' sort-of horns. She became so tall the ladder started to look pointless. Using the quite solid muscles of her greatly expanded thighs she jumped halfway up and easily reached the catwalk with her arms to pull herself up- though the tension in her muscles split her clothing apart in several places and snapped her bra clasp right off. Her neck was growing the fastest now and she had to really scrunch her body up as much as possible to fit out of the emergency exit, and was glad it didn't automatically trigger a fire alarm. The last thing she needed now was to have other people witness her transformation. The arch of her foot had long outpaced the rest of her legs' growth and now her toes clumped as the nails expanded and joined into a hoof. There was no way she could climb down the fire escape in her current state but was able to just jump down onto the street. By the time she hit the pavement her fingernails had bulked up enough into proto-hooves that they absorbed the impact. The cool night air caused her ears to twitch and flick, becoming leaf-shaped, and her nostrils expanded greatly to take it in. Her tongue expanded faster than her mouth, extending out some distance as it turned a deep indigo in color. Her arms were too big and heavy for her to remain upright, even in a slouch and she was forced down on all fours. Only a moment after all four limbs were on the ground, her lower back and hip joints cracked into new positions preventing any other posture, and her shoulder blades gently slid into their new alignment. About the same time her joints relocated, her clothes finally gave up the ghost and burst apart, sluffing off her much larger form. She grew the giraffe's small tasseled tail and her hair extended down her neck rapidly in a stripe of unusually long and soft giraffe mane. All over her body all at once her dense but fine fur started to grow in evenly, causing the giraffe's unique pattern to fade into existence over her hide, and her nipples vanished into the rest of her skin as a pair of ebon teats popped out between her legs to take over their role. Her face now grew with her neck, and the stretching sensation made her actually stretch out, trying to speed through the odd feeling on reflex. When all was said and done a bottom-heavy sow encountered and watched two huge serpents making out below an open warehouse hanger while a cow giraffe let's out a long sigh of defeat. That made Sahara think though- why could she still think? Peggy was 100% pig inside and out, why did Sahara retain her human mind? She tried to speak but was unable to- she made sounds but only she could hear them since giraffes' voices are subsonic and inaudible to most. The other frustrating thing was since she had a human mind, she couldn't understand her own voice, or other giraffe so she might as well be mute. She turned to look at her lower half and flexed her legs in discomfort- her panties were horrendously stretched but even in her titanic muscular ass, they refused to rip off like the rest had. It was then the sheep boy appeared standing on the big butt. "I know, right? Now you got me wondering how a giraffe would look in lingerie. If I turned your mind bestial you wouldn't have the grace required to ware it properly, so." He tapped his own tiny hoof onto the garment and they changed from plain white to black lace, adapting to her new form and covered around her tail, having a small hole for it to go through. Black lace stockings appeared around her legs, while letting the hooves through and bound around the top with royal purple ribbon. Since her mane was unusually long and soft for such a creature, he waved his arm up at her neck and gently bound the mane at ten different points in black ribbon, and with a downward sweep bound the ribbon into bows with a pink sapphire each. He placed another such bow on the tassel of her tail before teleporting himself to the ground to take it all in at once. He nodded in approval. "Looking good, stretch. If you can't get a career in basketball you should look into modeling. Well I gotta go. You might want to move the sow somewhere else before you leave- if those snakes ever stop eating themselves they might get an appetite for ham." And with that he was gone. Sahara thought long and hard on her situation. She wasn't THAT bad off- she had her health and the fact she had human thoughts and clothing, she would stand out and try to work out some communication method with someone to try and expose the boy, or at least adapt as human a lifestyle as she could manage in her current state. After a while of just standing there trying to decide on her next move she went toward the open hanger door to get to Peggy but stopped when she heard two loud hisses. The two serpent girls quickly slithered out and vanished into the shadows and a cloaked man stepped out just after them. He took one long look at Sahara before giving a slight nod. "I know you can understand me. My name is Duke Mathews, I believe I can fix this."

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

Title: Houseboating Ch. 01 Tags: mungo brush, cock glen, orgasm rob, cock thicker, glen cock, cold liquid, rob started, dress fell, cunt still, repeated process *As Told By Her* We had decided to do another houseboat jaunt on the Myall lakes. We hadn’t done this since the eighties and then it was May, the middle of autumn, not as conducive to nude swimming and sunbathing as this month, February, the best part of our summer. Rob and I are in our forties, three kids grown up and able to look after themselves, so now we get to enjoy the things we like to do. The Myall lakes are a beautiful part of the world, about 4 hours north of Sydney, adjacent to some of those northern beaches. You can actually anchor the boat, in some parts, and walk across the dunes to the ocean beaches. The lakes themselves are probably 3 times the size of Sydney harbour and are surrounded by pristine beaches and bushland, a haven for birds and wildlife. Rob and I particularly like them for the peace and quiet, and the opportunity to go naked almost all the time. We picked up the houseboat at Bulahdelah, a pretty little town on the Pacific highway, the main coastal link between Sydney and Brisbane. We take all our supplies for the time we are to be away, this time seven days, food, alcohol and a little bit of clothing. The houseboat was a six berth, quite spacious for two people. It had a lounge area, where the helm is (that’s the steering wheel for you landlubbers) and this area could convert into a large double bed, plus there were two separate lounges, which also converted to beds if necessary. Down some steps towards the stern (back) was the well-equipped galley (kitchen) and forward from the galley, under the lounge, was the double bedroom. Out the back door, at the stern, is a ladder up to the deck, which covers almost the entire boat. There’s a gas barbecue, tables and chairs and plenty of space for nude sunbathing, or anything else for that matter. If you know what I mean! Very, very comfortable and cosy. We sailed off down the river towards the lakes, this part of the journey takes about two and a half hours, and around the first bend out of site of the town we shed our clothes. I opened a cold bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass. Handing Rob his I said “Here’s to a wonderful seven days of relaxation, eating, drinking, fucking and oh by the way did I mention fucking.” Rob just grinned and took a mouthful of his champagne. I did likewise and with my mouth full of the cold liquid, went to the helm where he was steering, kneeled down and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth. He shuddered with the effect of the cold liquid and my hot mouth and immediately his cock sprang to full attention. I swallowed the champagne ane set about continuing my ministrations to his wonderful shaved cock and balls. Rob isn’t overly long, about 15cms (6 inches) but he is very thick and I love taking the fullness deep into my mouth. I learnt to swallow him (and then many others) without gagging, early in our marriage and I know how much pleasure I give him when I deep throat him. I proceeded to do just this with much vigour. “Honey,” Rob gasped, “I’ve got to get this thing out to the lakes. There’s nowhere here I can anchor without blocking the river.” I took my mouth off his cock and said, “That’s OK sweetheart, you just keep sailing and I’ll keep sucking.” “But I want to fuck you.” “You can later, but for now you’ll just have to put up with my sucking so relax and enjoy.” I went back to my pleasure giving. I dragged my teeth lightly up to the rim of his beautiful knob, he’s circumcised, then slipped his cock out of my mouth, ran my tongue down the underside of his cock to his balls, sucked on each of them in turn. I then grabbed them and gently squeezed them together and took both of them in my mouth and started stroking his hard shaft. I could feel the pre-come oozing from his knob and let his balls fall out of my mouth and plunged it straight down over his cock ‘til it hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him deeply. I pulled my mouth back to his knob and repeated the process, over and over, ‘til I felt his balls tighten. “Honey I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “I know,” I muffled through my mouthful. I felt the first of his come hit the back of my throat and lifted my head and let the next spurts land on my breasts as I worked my hand up and down his shaft ‘til he was all spent. I rubbed the sperm over my tits. “You are, without a doubt, the worlds best cocksucker,” my hubby said, when he got his breath back. “Thank you darling, you always say that.” “It’s the truth you know it. God knows I’ve had my cock sucked by enough women to know who’s the best.” I accepted the compliment because I knew he genuinely meant it. Besides I’ve had many other men tell me the same. It’s funny because it’s not something that really turns me on. I have a girlfriend who gets right off on it. She’s only got to stick a dick in her mouth and she starts cumming. Not me. I enjoy doing it because I know I’m giving the guy pleasure, and I like that, but it doesn’t get my juices flowing that much. We sailed on down to the lakes. That evening we anchored in a little cove off the main lake. We both dressed for dinner, me in a little white semi transparent mini dress and G-string and Rob in shorts and a T-shirt. Rob cooked a wonderful meal on the barbecue and we polished off a great 10 year old Cabernet Shiraz. We hadn’t long finished our wine when Rob got up and came to me, stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders. “Careful,” I said “You know how a shoulder and neck massage gets me going.” “Yes I know exactly what it does.” With that he slipped the thin shoulder straps over my arms and exposed my breasts. He massaged my shoulders, neck and let his hands trail down to my tits; my nipples were already hard and erect. He pinched each one between his fingertips, causing me to moan involuntarily, he bent over my shoulder and lifted one of my tits to his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. I moaned again. He repeated the process with the other one. I could feel my G-string getting wet. Rob let his hand trail down over my belly to my shaved mound, felt my wetness and slid two fingers straight into my cunt. I came! He bent his mouth to mine and kissed me, his tongue probing into my mouth as I savoured his passion. Rob lifted me from the chair, as the sky started to darken with the impending nightfall, and my dress fell to the floor. I stood there in just my G-string and Rob gazed at me adoringly. “God, you are still so beautiful.” I’m pretty happy with my 36 26 36 figure. After three kids my tits don’t sag that much, I’ve always had great legs, my bum’s still firm and, through good pelvic exercises, my cunt is still nice and tight. “Thank you darling, you look pretty good yourself.” As I eyed his very solid erection. Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, pulled my outer lips apart and lapped voraciously at my wet cunt. Just then, in the darkening evening, another boat pulled into our little cove. Rob hesitated in his licking for just a moment. “Fuck them,” I said, “We were here first.” Rob returned to my pleasure bud. He was nibbling at my clit now and I was lost in my moanings of pleasure. He again inserted two fingers into my cunt as he nibbled at me. The noise of my pleasure must have reached the other boat, because it sailed right up to our boat and dropped anchor less than twenty feet away. Again my hubby stopped. “Don’t stop now,” I growled. He renewed his ministrations with more vigour and I orgasmed, not quietly. After my orgasm had subsided a little, Rob withdrew his fingers and placed them in my mouth to suck my own juices from them. At the same time he bent me over the railing on the deck, facing the other boat, and entered me from behind. I drew a breath as his cock filled me with its thickness. The two couples on the other boat were now staring in our direction, trying to see all our movements. Rob started really pounding me from behind, hammering at my cunt with his thick cock, bending me right over the rail, my tits hanging down and flailing wildly with each stroke. I could clearly here the comments from the other boat. “My god, they’re fucking, right out here in the open. How disgusting!” I didn’t care. Wave after wave of pleasure was sending me towards orgasm. Rob’s cock seemed to be getting thicker and longer as I plunged helplessly to my own release. I felt my climax just as Rob shot his load deep into my cunt and I screamed in sheer pleasure. He stayed with his cock still buried deep inside me as I regained my composure. I eventually straightened up and his cock fell out of me with a “plop”. Our neighbours were still standing there with jaws agape when Rob said; quite loudly “You’d think they’d never seen anyone fuck before.” With that we went down below to our bed. Next day, about mid-morning Rob said, “Why don’t we go over to Mungo Brush? We’ve never been there before.” I thought this a little strange. Usually when we go on these sorts of adventures, we stay away from everyone. Just enjoy each other’s company, relax and have great, unrushed sex. “If you really want to,” I said unenthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d like to. We’ve never been there before.” So about lunchtime we headed the little motorised dinghy over to Mungo Brush. We had to put clothes on, so I put on as little as possible. A black halter neck sundress, G-string and high-heeled sandals. Rob had slacks, open necked shirt and slip-on shoes. There turned out to be quite a nice restaurant at the village and we enjoyed a lovely seafood meal with a chilled chardonnay. As we were finishing our wine a tallish young guy walked toward us. He was wearing a tight T-shirt, which emphasised his muscular chest and a pair of tight fitting jeans. “Rob, how the hell are you?” “Hi Glen, what are you doing up in this neck of the woods?” Now, call me stupid if you like, but this Glen was staring at me, with what I imagined to be lust, as he spoke to Rob, and I was getting that familiar wetness in my crotch. Fuck he was gorgeous! “I’m heading down to Hawks Nest, and decided to have some lunch here while I was waiting for the car ferry.” Hawks Nest is a beautiful village right on the ocean at the entrance to Port Stephens. Our prime minister often holidays there. Sounded like a perfectly good answer to this girl, the one with the wet crotch. “Oh god I’m sorry. Glen this is my wife, Catherine. Catherine this is Glen. Glen works for one of the companies I deal with.” Still sounded like a perfectly reasonable explanation to me. I was still dribbling pussy juice, the way he was looking at me. “You told me your wife was attractive. You didn’t tell me she was drop dead gorgeous.” Oh, this boy had me. I was getting wetter and wetter. “Thank you Glen, I bet you say that to all the girls.” “Only the absolutely stunning ones Catherine.” “Hey Glen,” my hubby interjected “What’s doing at Hawks Nest?” “Not much mate. Just going to have a couple of days R & R before heading back to work.” “We’ve got a houseboat for a week,” my hubby said, “I’m sure Catherine wouldn’t mind if you joined us for a day or two, would you honey?” Mind, MIND! I’m sitting here with liquid pouring out of my pussy, fantasizing about fucking this hunk, and my hubby says would I MIND! “No,” I said demurely, “As long as Glen wouldn’t think it to boring being with an old married couple.” “I’d love to join you, and I don’t think I’m going to be bored for one minute.” Not if I have my way baby, I thought. “It’s settled then. Let’s pay the bill and be out of here.” We sailed the little dinghy back to the boat. Glen helped Rob secure the dinghy and we got under way. I was standing at the stern, watching the wake from the twin outboards, trying to control my quivering pussy, when Glen came up behind me. “Rob tells me you like going naked,” he said. “Yes, I love the feeling of the cool air on my body, but only while we’re on our own. I embarrass easily. I’m not twenty something any more.” “I don’t think you have the slightest thing to be embarrassed about Catherine. Most women would kill for your figure.” Oh great. That’s it. Start the bloody juices flowing again. The boat lurched suddenly to the side. I fell against Glen and he grabbed me, one hand encircling my right breast, the other on my thigh as he held me from falling. “Sorry, bloody jet skiers,” my hubby called from the helm. I didn’t care. I was leaning against this hunk and I could feel his erection, through his jeans, pressing into my back. “I should let you go,” Glen whispered. “Yes, you should,” said I, not moving. He turned me around to face him and undid the bow at the back of my halter. My dress fell to the deck. I heard his sharp intake of breath. “You are staggeringly beautiful, nearly naked.” I may as well be naked, I thought, all I had left on was a G-string that was now totally transparent, thanks to my over active pussy juices. Just then the boat slowed and I realized we were turning into a cove. I bent to retrieve my dress. “Don’t,” Glen said, “Please stay naked and let me feast my eyes on your body.” That almost did it! I bloody near orgasmed there and then. The boat stopped and I heard the anchor drop. “I think I’ll go up on the deck and get some sun,” I stammered. I climbed the steps to the sun deck knowing Glen was standing underneath me watching. Surely he could see my juices on the inside of my thighs. I laid down on one of the airbeds and tried to gather my thoughts. Was I being naïve and this was a planned thing. God knows Rob and I have fucked our way through many threesomes, foursomes and moresomes before. But this wasn’t Rob’s usual “modes operendi.” The guys appeared on the steps, Rob carrying a bucket with two bottles of champagne and ice in it, Glen with three glasses. “You look a little hot hon,” Rob said. “I think she’s extremely hot,” smiled Glen. “Why don’t you take your G-string off honey?” my hubby asked. Fuck it I thought, “Cause you guys are fully clothed,” I reminded them. “That’s easily fixed,” Glen said, and stripped off immediately. When he pulled his jeans down, I had to stop myself from staring at his shaved genitals. His cock was already half hard and longer than Robs, even in that state. “Seen something you like?” my hubby enquired of Glen with a smile on his face. “You betcha,” Glen replied. They both sat on the airbed either side of me. Glen handed me a glass of wine. “Here’s to a wonderful afternoon of sun…..and sex,” my hubby toasted. That was all the encouragement Glen needed. He put down his glass, slipped his fingers through the waistband of my G-string, and pulled it off. “Oh fuck,” he exclaimed, “There are very few pussies that look good shaved, your’s is fantastic.” “Look how turned on she is,” my hubby said, “Her cunt juices are glistening in the sun.” Glen wasn’t waiting to look, he just buried his head between my thighs and started lapping up my juices. Rob bent over and took my left nipple in his mouth just as Glen slipped two fingers into my cunt. That was all it took, I orgasmed, clutching Glen’s head with my hands and his fingers with my cunt muscles as I came. “My god, I can hardly wait to feel that pressure on my cock,” Glen said. Without waiting for any further encouragement, Glen rolled me onto my back, put my knees over his elbows and guided his cock into my dripping cunt. Glen is longer than my hubby by a good two inches. Not a nearly as thick, but longer. He thrust it home with one shove. I screamed and orgasmed again. He then proceeded to pound away at my lovenest, extracting more and more mini orgasms from me. Just when I thought the almighty blast was coming, he withdrew, turned me over on my tummy, lifted me up onto all fours and slid into from behind, doggy style. This gave my hubby the opportunity to slip his meat into my mouth. Now you already know from earlier in the story how I can deep throat. But with somebody pounding away at your cunt from behind, it gives a whole new meaning and sensation. Every time Glen hit my cervix with his cock, I swallowed more of Rob, so that Rob’s cock was so far down my throat none of his come would be in my mouth. And that’s exactly what happened. I could feel Glen’s cock getting thicker as he approached his orgasm, Rob’s getting thicker as he approached his and my cunt contracting as I approached mine. Glen was the first to let go! With a roar he shot his load into my cunt. Simultaneously I started to violently orgasm, I couldn’t scream, Rob’s cock was too far down my throat, and then Rob’s load was gushing into my gut. I collapsed onto the airbed, my mouth and cunt still full of cock. I must have passed out for a few minutes, because the first thing I saw was Rob leaning over me with a wet cloth, sponging my face with an anxious look. “Are you alright hon?” “Never better sweetheart,” I whispered, “That was bloody wonderful.” “Here, have a glass of champagne.” Glen, the thoughtful bartender. “Thanks. I could use a drink.” We sat, talked and drank champagne in the warm afternoon sun. I don’t know if it was the booze, the sun or just being naked in the outdoors with two horny men, but I started to get wet again. I could see the guys were beginning to get aroused as well. Fuck it, I thought, I might as well take matters into my own hand. So I leaned over and took Glen’s half hard cock into my mouth. He groaned and lay on his back, so I had to get on my knees to continue my ministrations. That presented my pussy into the air and next thing I knew Rob was sliding his fat cock into me. Glen’s cock was reaching its fullness. I took my mouth off it, looked into his eyes and said, “Double me.” “What?” “Double penetrate me.” My hubby knew what I wanted. “My wife wants one of us in her pussy and the other up her arse.” Glen looked shocked. I don’t think he’d ever fucked anyone anally before. Oh well, there’s always got to be a first time. “Who’ll go where?” he stammered. Rob decided demonstration was the order of the day. He pushed Glen aside, slid under me in my all fours position and I lowered my pussy onto his fat cock. This left my arse in the air for Glen to seize the moment. I rode away on Rob’s cock and thought to myself, he’s too scared. But then I felt some lube being applied to my arse, a finger tentatively probed the opening, and then slide in comfortably. I felt the finger withdraw and a larger, harder member nudge at my opening. I tried to relax my arse muscles as I felt the initial penetration. First the pain, then the beginning of pleasure as he passed the barrier, his cock sinking into my innermost depths. The guys started to move in unison. The feeling of fullness as both my holes were ravaged, just the thin layer of membrane separating the two cocks inside me. Does it get any better than this? Their paces quickened, along with mine, my breath now coming in ragged gasps. I felt both of their cocks starting to thicken, their pace increasing to rapid hammering of my openings. I felt my orgasm rushing up on me. I started to scream as I felt the first jet of come explode into my cunt. Rob came first. Then just as he started to slow I felt Glen thrust himself as far as he could up my arse as he emptied his load deep into my bowel. I screamed again and collapsed onto Rob, Glen’s cock still deeply imbedded in my arse. Later that evening over a delicious barbecue Rob asked Glen did he have to leave tomorrow. “Not really, if you’d like me to stay for awhile.” I just smiled, leaned back in my chair, opened my legs for the guys to see my naked cunt and thought, “Here we go again.”

Title: Foxes (M/M) (Pt. 6 of "Under The Devil's Eye") by Hawk Tags: Anal, Bondage, Fox, Leather, M/M, Watersports, Wolf "Foxes", part 6 of "Under the Devil's Eye" by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf) Copyright 2006. Chadrick Fox copyright himself. All other characters copyright H. A. Kirsch ---------- Most stores have some sort of doorbell, be it an electronic chime or a rattling little bell. Black and Silver Leather had handcuffs. Police cuffs, metal and leather cuffs, prison shackles. When Hawk shoved the door open, the rattle made anyone nearby look up from what they were doing. That anyone was only Anthony the tiger at the moment. "Thought you were never coming back. Come to see a cat?" The striped feline said, looking up from a rather menacing sex toy sitting on the counter. The cat brandished it. "Well, coming to see the cat's store. What the hell is that thing?" Hawk pointed a half-gloved finger. Up came the toy again, a silicone thing the size of the wolf's arm. It had a textured grip handle at one end, a knurled ring about halfway up, and a contoured series of blobs curving up to a small round tip. "This? This is the Power Probe." Tony was reading from the package. "The Power Probe gives you an extra thrill for each rounded inch, the throb of penetration again and again. The gentle curvature helps-" "Ungh. That thing would come out my mouth. That's gross." Hawk made a face and wandered around in front of the main glass counter, eyes flicking back to a display case of multicolored bottles and vials. "So what brings you here? Got anything you're looking for?" The wolf shrugged. "Well. I think I'm set for clothes right now. I need some... tools. Gear, you know. Just got paid and sacked away all the bills. You know how that is." The tiger crossed his arms and nodded. Tony had always looked like a thug, despite not being nearly as built as, say, Clyde. The two of them had been acquaintances, and Hawk had studied with the bengal a few times at Clyde's urging, so the cat didn't fail. Now, he had on a leather muscle shirt and eye-popping orange leather jeans, a single black stripe down each leg, a pair of western work gloves on his hands. He was as far from a basketball player as possible. "Well. Are we talking toys of the 'marital aid' variety, or the 'chains that bind' variety?" "We're talking the, I've never bought sex toys so I want everything variety. I think I'll just look around for now," Hawk said, feeling suddenly small inside. The tough, black wolf who tied up a fox in an abandoned brownstone the other week now didn't even know if he wanted a dildo or something with d-rings. "Just holler if you need me, then." Hawk nodded, and started to wander. The wolf wondered to himself if it was abnormal that he didn't find anything in the store shocking. Even the sight of a german shepherd mannequin, bound up in an astonishing array of mummification leather gear and pony-play equipment, snout through the bars of a metal puppy cage, didn't faze him. He got the sinking feeling that maybe he was insane, or lacking a conscience.. Or being stared at. The wolf's muzzle flipped back over his shoulder, in time to see something. He didn't know what it was. He stared ahead at a layout of enema equipment. The feeling slowly came up, two spots of black in a chance reflection on a piece of metal. Hawk spun just in time to see a black nosepad disappear around the corner of the next aisle. "Give me a break," he growled, and stalked around, grabbing the two racks of clothes. Looking startled and flustered was a fairly small red fox. "Why are you spying on me?" The fox huffed. "Just thought you looked familiar. Like someone I met." The vulpine pretended to look at something else. "A wolf." "Yeah, not surprising, since I am a wolf," Hawk snorted. "Well, so what, am I not your little friend?" "I don't know... 'my little friend' wouldn't wear a shirt like that. He'd wear head to toe leather gear. And these really awesome boots." Hawk narrowed his eyes, looking down his nose at the fox. "Yeah?" "And he had this screwed up friend who seemed really fucked up all the time." Hawk clicked his teeth together. "You know what's funny? I have a screwed up 'friend' who seems really fucked up all the time. Just how did you meet this wolf?" The fox's ears perked straight up, the brush-tail becoming animated. "Uh. Well, errfff. He.. met me at this club, and then.. kind of convinced me to follow him... and then.." "You idiot, you're staring right at him! You're.. uh.." Hank searched his brain. Just as the fox was opening his muzzle, he spat it out. "Chad, right?" "Wow. No way! Imagine that. Meeting a big, nasty wolf at a leather store." Hawk rolled his eyes. "Who'dve thought? Look, what was that about my shirt? You don't like this shirt?" "You're such a thug. Are you part of the mafia or something? Look at that, you even have a necklace!" The wolf glared. "I'm from Jersey. It's casual Friday, alright? I got off work and came right on over here, because ... you know. I was kind of excited about maybe buying something fun." Hawk's outfit consisted of a blue and white hawaiian shirt, nothing underneath, a cowboy belt, black jeans, and his tall stovepipe black cowboy boots. "You can wear that at \*work\*? No fucking way. Where the hell do yo work?" The fox's tail was as bushed out as it could get. Hawk just leaned on the rack. "A company." "Ha ha, funny." "So anyway, I guess I'm sorry about last week." "What? Sorry? That was awesome!" Hawk felt uncomfortable. "Oh." Chad walked over to a big wall display of restraints. "Anyway. So, which one's better, this or this?" The fox pointed one black finger at a leather sleeve arm binder and one finger at what looked like two shoulder-length opera gloves with an elaborate harness attaching them together. "What, which looks better?" "I guess..." Hawk looked. He pictured Chad in both, ears growing hot, a bulge filling up his pants. He growled to himself. "What?" The wolf looked back down to the vulpine. "I think I like the one on the right. Those glove things... it looks like it's not going to come off. And it's snug fitting, you know, you'd feel it more. And it just looks... hotter." "Hmmf. Well. It's also more money. Dammnit. Hang on, I gotta check something." The fox darted off, Hawk following lazily. There wasn't anything hugely special about Chad - he had on a camp shirt and jeans, a pair of leather casual shoes, neatly trimmed fur. Nice to look at, definitely shapely. In leather, if the wolf's memory served him right, the fox was very alluring. Chad was up at the counter, tail swaying back and forth. "Hey. I have an order I placed a while back." "Name?" "Chadrick Fox." Hawk grinned and sputtered out a chuckle. "You're kidding me. A fox-" "Named Fox, I know I know, I know, I know I know, it's a family name and it goes back before the fall. So there." Tony was rifling through some index cards, and then pulled out a black satin bag. "Here it is." Out of the bag came a long, braided rope. "Wow. Now that's impressive. Never seen leather rope before." Hawk watched as Chad fondled the rope. "Mrrrr. I want to get one of those arm binders too," the vulpine chirped. "But I can't, this is too expensive. Right? Tell me it's too expensive." There had to be enough of it to tie someone down to the tracks. "Well, the quote was 250. John wrote down 275 for final price. That's that." "Urr. Dammnit. Fine..." the fox groused, getting out his wallet. A swipe of a card later, he had his leather braided rope back in its bag. "Thanks." Hawk grinned at the fox. "You're naughty." "That's an understatement, Hawk. Seeya." The fox grinned up at the wolf, then made his way out the door. "You two friends?" Tony said, leaning back onto his stool. The black wolf shrugged. "We know each other. So.. uh." He looked to see if Chad was outside yet - he was. "Can you recommend something for, you know, anal play?" "Hmm. On yourself or on someone else?" "I guess.. myself. And... uh, which one of these would you recommend?" Hawk pointed a black claw a the display case. "A friend of mine let me have a few whiffs of that stuff the other night, and I felt real loose." "First things first, big wolf. Especially if you're going to be messing with that stuff, you want something real sensuous. A lot of feel to it." Tony sounded like he was talking about a gun, or a fine sword, or wine. The big cat left his post behind the counter and made his way to the wall where all the sex toys hung. "You want realistic, artsy, what?" "Crap. I don't know." The wolf shrugged. "Why'd you ask if it was for me or someone else?" Tony took down a rather sizable box and opened it up. "Suction cup." The dong inside was not hugely realistic, although it had quite a nicely shaped and plump glans knob - it swelled and rippled along the length. "This kind of thing, this is nice for slow work. Really feeling every inch. Here." Suddenly, Hawk was holding a dildo. "Huh. It's kind of big." "Well, you said you wanted to get some poppers. That stuff'll really loosen you up. Then it'll feel like you're sticking a pencil in." Hawk shrugged again. "And if I want to get really hard action?" "You find a horse. Actually, they don't do it hard. But, anyway, you probably want something that's sturdy and pretty evenly shaped. Like this." Hawk had to set down the first tool as Tony got down the second. "I have this one at home. Soft enough that it feels real, firm enough that the curve will twist your tail into a fucking spiral." The dong was very realistic, definitely humanoid. It also beat Hawk out in the size department, especially in girth. "Hmm. I like this. It's big. Impressive. And it's black." "Haha, yeah.. that's surprisingly popular. If you want some of the more exotic ones, we have them in the probing section. The wolf ones, for example.. they're really more like really big butt toys than full dildos. Once that knot's in, they're not moving." "Mmm, I think... I think these will do." "Whoa there, both?" "Yeah. You know. Sweet and sour." Hawk put the first dildo back into its box, the cat handling the second. They made their way back over to the counter. "Hey, you know, I've been in a sex shop once before. A few years ago. I kind of sneaked in while my dad was showing me around L.A. How come sales people don't just try to make you buy stuff? If I go to a clothing store, they just want my money." "People won't fork over the money if they're scared." "Scared?" "Think about it." The cat started ringing things up. Hawk suddenly perked. "Wait, wait-" "Oh right!" Tony huffed. "Yeah. So, everything in this case except this-" He withdrew a cobalt blue vial, "Is pretty much crap. I sell it because guys swear that this brand is better than that brand, but this stuff... it hits hard, and when it starts to go bad, it doesn't make your head pound." The wolf inspected it. "Hmm. Okay. Cool. So, that's it. Oh wait, dammnit. I wanted a cock ring." "Down, boy! Last time you came in here, you walked away with a mint!" "I want something that looks as cool as it works. I love that... something around my cock. It feels cool." "Then you want this. I haven't even put them out yet. Nice solid metal, heavy but not real wide. Just enough to feel it, not enough that it's going to get stuck. Take your pick." Three rings were out on the glass in a matter of moments, from a nondescript white box. Hawk picked the middle one. "Okay." Transaction and-"You're all set." "Thanks man. I'll uh, let you know if your advice works out next time I come by." Hawk felt strange carrying a black toughpaper bag out of the store. Obviously, it was something he'd bought, and no random person would know there were two sizable dildos and a vial of poppers in it. Anyone who did know what the bag meant would know the wolf was being a bad, naughty wolf. Then again, if they knew... He nearly walked into Chad. "What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the sidewalk?!" Pause. "Oh, it's you." "I'm waiting for a bus!" "Huh." Hawk stood there. "Well? Why are \*you\* standing in the middle of the sidewalk?" The wolf tried to keep as neutral a face as he could. "Uh, so where do you live?" "Why, so you can stalk me?" "No, so I can drive you home. If you live on the way.." "I live on Lamont, the other side of town.." "That's on the way. Come on." They got in Hawk's truck, which immediately horrified the fox. "This is awful, you drive one of these?" "Yeah? You want to explain why it's so awful?" Hawk hauled himself into the H1, Chad having to climb up. "It's a fucking Hummer!" Hawk started it with a clattering diesel rumble. "This fucking Hummer was my Uncle's. When he bit it, I got his house, his truck, and his money." "Lucky shit." "Yeah, well. Look at me, I'm jubilant," Hawk growled, and they drove off. "So, uh. What do you do, anyway?" "I, uh, go to school." Hawk narrowed his eyes. "What kind of school?" "College! I'm not that young! I'm 19. I'm at LTC. I want to get into meterologic sciences." "You want to be a weatherman." "Well, maybe. Maybe I want to do something better, but it's hard and I hate school. And I don't know if I want to be on TV." The fox looked out the window. "You drive fast." "I don't take my time." "You'll get a ticket." "I can stare holes through anyone." "You'd try to stare down a cop?!" "Well, the first time, probably." Chad squirmed in his seat - Hawk looked over and saw that fox trying to adjust an erection so it matched up with a crease in his jeans. "You said Lamont, right?" "Shit, that wasn't very long. I guess I'm so used to the fucking bus. Uh, mine's the little beige house." "You go to college, and you have a house?" "This is a shitty neighborhood!" The fox yowled. "It's cheap. And it's a duplex. And I have a job too, I intern at WXPL." "Hmm. Well, ride's over. Out." "Hrrmph, yourself." Hawk glared. "Give me your phone number." "What?" "I said, give me your phone number. So we can do something without having to meet at that bar." The fox dug out his phone and pushed a button on it. Hawk's chirped, and he saved the number away. "There. Was that so bad?" "Hrrr, asshole." The fox stalked off towards the steps of his house. As Hawk was driving away, the wolf looked back - Chad was discreetly trying to stare. Hawk had planned on testing out his new catches as soon as he got home, but after delivering the fox, he had sex on his mind. Sex with someone else, not alone in his bedroom. Maybe going down to The Pit wouldn't be so bad... maybe Alzarre wouldn't be such a schmuck, maybe he'd find someone fun.. maybe the fox would be there. What To Wear? Hawk went down to the basement, opened up his leather collection. He'd been either dressing swank or like a hard-ass top wolf lately - time for a little biker wolf. His trusty big-collar motorcycle jacket, newly conditioned and cleaned up; long riding gauntlets, the cuffs freshly shined; codpiece pants he'd picked up from Black and Silver; bar chaps he'd gotten online a couple years back, with a custom extra wide belt and chrome buckle with an onyx inlay he'd made after-hours at Lainsville Tech's metal shop; high-shine knee-high Chippewa engineer boots, complete with metal ankle chains and a spur strap sans spurs he found at a garage sale; and no hat. A loud thrum came from across the room, turning into a rattle. The wolf's cell phone buzzed on the top of Hawk's toy trunk - mostly empty - until it fell off the edge. He grabbed it up. "Hi, is this uh, Hawk?" The voice was recognizably... vulpine. "No." "What? Are you kidding? Asshole-" "Kidding! Kidding! Dammnit, who's this?" "Rrrrr, it's Chad, do you want to come over? I'm lonely..." The fox dragged on the last syllable. Hawk imagined him rolling around and pouting. It was cute, but alluring. He shook his head. "What? Well, I was gonna go out, but-" "Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that what you're wearing? Put the phone so I can see!" Hawk stared down at the phone - he was looking at the excited face of the fox he'd just been talking to at the leather shop. "Huh. You know, I've never made one of those video call things. Do I hold it like this?" "That's the wall! Turn it around! Like you're talking into it, dumbass." Hawk flipped the clamshell around and held it out at arm's length. A piercing squeal came out of the speaker. "Huh, did I break something?" "Oh my god! You get in that big fucking truck of yours and get your leather-clad ass over to my house or I'm going to, I'm going to, you'll regret it." "Why? I bet someone at the bar-" The small screen filled up with fur and a pink tailhole. "You get this, for free, no asking, no messing around! Look at this nice, tight fox hole! Mmmm, I bet that big, black dick of yours-" "Shut up and get yourself all pretty." The wolf clapped the phone shut and stalked off up the stairs. --- He showed up to the fox's doorstep in a black leather blazer, black leather jeans, and cowboy boots. "Awww, where's all that hot gear?" "It's in my truck, in a big duffel bag. I'm not going to fuck around and stand out here looking like Tom of Finland. Think of your neighbors." "My neighbors fuck in the front windows." "Hey. You know what? I don't see you carrying my stuff." Hawk jabbed Chad in the chest. The fox flatted his ears and pushed out past the wolf. Hawk stepped inside, looking around the living room. After a few moments, Chad came back in, groaning and dropped the bag. "What the fuck's in here? Bricks?" "Leather's heavy. Nice place you got. So what the hell were you buying at that store?" Hawk kept wandering, into the dining area, then the kitchen. "Braided leather rope." Hawk took out a glass, poured himself some water, and put it back. "Leather rope." "Uh-huh." Chad was dragging the duffel across the floor. "Seriously, what the fuck's in here?" "All the shit I have. You never know when you need something fun to wear." The black wolf got out an ice cube and sucked on it, clacking it between his teeth. "Stop eating all my food!" "You're a little punk, you know that? Where are you going with that bag?" "My fucking bedroom. Now come on." Hawk lingered in the hallway, spied the bathroom, and made for it. "Sorry, I have to take a piss. Amuse yourself for a few minutes." "It doesn't take a few minutes to pee!" Chad complained, from inside his bedroom. Hawk closed the door to the bathroom and did his business. Chad really was a little punk - maybe he had a ball gag or a bit, maybe a muzzle in his bedroom that the wolf could shut his bitchy mouth up with. Hawk also took a moment to brush his teeth, then headed back for Chad's room. He tried the knob - no luck. "Hey, I thought you wanted me to hurry up. Open the fucking door." "Nuh-uh, you took too long, now you don't get any fox." "Well shit, at least give me back all my leathers." "No! Mmrrrr, this stuff is so hot, oh god, I'm going to jerk off on all of it-" Hawk pounded. "Knock it off and open-" He was face to face with Chad, done up in leather gear. Black tight chaps, tall black cowboy boots, a tight black vest, black western gloves. The wolf's duffel was on the floor, undisturbed. "Mmm, you're minty. Did you brush your teeth with my toothbrush, asshole?" Chad was almost chirpy. "Okay, so .. damn. Well, looks like you're all ready, huh?" Chad sidled up to the black wolf, gloved fingers splaying over Hawk's package. "And you're not. I don't see that nice, black dick coming out of your pants yet. Here, let me fix that." The vulpine unbuttoned the leather, pulling black flesh out. "Mmm, now take off the rest." "What? You want me to take off all my leather?" Chad gave the wolf's balls a tough squeeze, wringing a grunt out of the lupine. "Just do it. I want to show you something. Besides, it's not like you don't have more." Hawk stripped out of everything, Chad standing and watching, fondling himself. For a fox, he was pretty big, not to mention the same inky color. "Where'd you get a tool like that?" "I don't know. Maybe I'm part dog or something." "Yeah, you're a little bitch alright." Hawk stood nude, cracking his knuckles behind his head. Chad swatted him on the rump. "So what the hell do you want to show me?" "Remember when you and that weird fox thing kidnapped me the other night? Mrrr, that was fun. Anyway, you kind of tied me up, right? Well, you suck at tying guys up. You know, people actually like rope bondage." "Yeah, well, I was fucked up and I've never done it before, and blah blah blah. What, did you call me over here to teach me how to tie people up?" "Maaaaybe. Got get up on the bed, I dunno, kneel on it." Chad went and retrieved something off his dresser, which looked suspiciously like what he'd bought at the store earlier. "I bought this really awesome leather braided rope, and uh, I figured I'd try it out on someone.. and uh, well, you also suck at rope stuff so maybe.. just put your arms behind your back." The fox groused and thumped Hawk between the shoulder blades. The wolf did as told. "You know, I don't really know how to tie knots. I wasn't a scout or anything. You know, that whole thing with God and all that crap. Plus the scoutmaster in Lainsville was kind of a pervert." Hawk looked over his shoulder, holding his arms together behind him. Chad was already milling around again, this time getting a pair of leather handcuffs and swiping up the wolf's gloves as well. "Put your gloves back on." Hawk followed orders again. "It looks hotter that way," Chad sneered, and cuffed the wolf. "You know, the only other time someone uh, tied me up was a fox, you know. He just cuffed me and sucked me off though." Chad busied himself with the braided rope. Hawk had never heard of such a thing, but it certainly looked unique, almost like a silk rope.

It creaked deliciously when the fox started winding it around his arms. The ends of the rope were terminated in metal snap-clips, one of which was snapped to the d-rings on the wristcuffs. Hawk shifted himself so he could watch in the mirror, the fox looping the rope over one wrist, then under the other, repeating in the opposite direction the next time. After a couple inches, the wolf had to pull his arms together. Once Chad was up above the elbows, Hawk had to shove his chest out with a groan. "Hey, that's kind of tight." "What, you think you're supposed to tie guys up loosely? That's for your parents to do, with those fuzzy cuff things and rose petals in the bed." "I don't think my parents ever did that. Well, maybe my dad." "Shush," Chad growled, and squeezed the wolf's muzzle shut, then continued. The rope wound its way up just six inches from the wolf's shoulders before Chad did some elaborate winding and twisting before attaching the snap clip to the rope itself. "There. Look how pretty that is, all nice and neat." Hawk had to bend himself backward slightly, or it tugged painfully at his fur. He figured he could get the rope to loosen up by pushing his arms further together, but he couldn't. He tried, squirming and growling. "Holy shit, this is tight. God damn it." Chad had stepped back and was slowly jerking himself off. "Mmm. Now come on, wolfy, get off the bed and get down onto the floor. I think this fox needs a wolf to suck him off." "Get out of here, I'm not going to suck your dick. And I can't even get up without falling on my ass-" Chad slapped him, hard enough that the wolf snorted and watched spit fling onto the sheets. "Okay, then you don't get to suck my dick. I'll just have to do something else." The fox was already back over at his toybox, a trunk sitting on the floor where the cuffs had come from. Out came a bigger pair, along with another clip, and something very complicated and black leather. "You know, I didn't come over here to get tied up!" Hawk growled, glaring over his shoulder. "I came over here to fuck you." "No more complaining." Chad lifted the complicated thing - now obviously a muzzle with a red ball gag in the center - and started shoving it over Hawk's muzzle. Hawk didn't struggle as much as he thought he was going to, mostly because the idea of being tied up and messed around with was driving him completely insane. He snapped and growled, tried to thrash away, but the small fox didn't have any trouble getting the tough leather strapped on. Chad then cuffed Hawk's ankles and clipped the joint up to the wristcuffs. "There, isn't that better? Now you don't have to worry about thrashing around." Chad stroked his gloved fingers over the straps binding the wolf's mouth shut. Hawk tried to jerk his head around and hit the fox - all he got was another paw holding him by the head-straps of the muzzle. Chad's fingers slid inside, stroked over the wolf's tongue, then climbed up on the bed. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, the plump glans oozing precum. "Mmm, you can't do a thing about it if I want to shoot all over your mean, nasty teeth." Hawk snorted and shrugged away, succeeding only in falling onto his back, knees up in the air. . He tried to yell at Chad, drooling all over his teeth and chin. The fox saw this and started jerking himself off. "What's the matter? Wolfy can't do anything about the mean little fox pinning him down?" Chad went to grab for the wolf's cock, Hawk pinching his knees together. After a few tough grabs and squeezes by the fox's glove leather, he gave up trying to resist anything. Being bound had him so unexpectedly aroused that he thought he was going to spray just seconds after Chad had him. Then something prodded his tailhole. Hawk hadn't been paying attention, concentrating on the feeling of leather wrapped around his cockhead, so Chad took advantage of the situation and dragged the wolf to the edge of the bed with a few snorts. The fox's cockhead was dripping with precum, and with a few shoves, forced straight through the wolf's tailhole. Hawk hadn't played with his asshole for ages - he'd been planning on practicing with the toys he'd just bought later on the weekend - but despite the fox's size and too-sudden entry, it felt so good he let out a shameful series of puppy whines as his cock spasmed and poured streamers of seed all over his chest. Chad didn't quit thrusting - he was pumping hard into Hawk's tailhole from the first push in, huffing and jerking the wolf off, then grabbing the wolf's splayed knees and bearing down to clap his chaps-clad thighs up against Hawk's rump. Just as he was about to bark and climax, Chad yanked out and started jerking hard. "I'm going to make a big, nasty mess all over the poor, helpless little wolf-" The fox hadn't quite realized that while the wolf's bindings made it so easy to fuck him, it also put Hawk's hands right underneath his rump, which meant right next to vulpine balls. Hawk grabbed at the fox's sac, getting a yelp from the fox, seed arching up into the air and splattering all across the wolf's wincing face. The fox had the muzzle off in what seemed like one quick motion, heaving the wolf over onto his side. The painful pressure around his arms slowly unwound, blood rushing to his fingers. Hawk unfurled and rolled off the bed, standing up. "Holy shit. Dammnit! You little punk-ass slut! You fucking came all over me!" Chad's own leathers were flecked with wolf and fox-spunk, the fox dusting it off with a towel before throwing it at Hawk and starting to strip. "Rrrrr. Yeah. Wasn't it hot?" "Urrh. Yeah." "Oh come on, don't be so grudging... I mean, did you like it?" Hawk thought for a moment. He could say what he thought - which was positive, aside from the burning tailhole the fox gave him. He could play coy. Or... "I'll show you what I think about what you just did to me," he snarled, and grabbed Chad by the scruff. The fox was not expecting it, his hackles prickling up. "Hey!" Hawk dragged the fox out of his own bedroom, shoving him forward at the end of his arm straight into the bathroom. "Get in the shower." "What? What? I'm not that dirty!" "We'll see about that. Get in!" he shoved the fox into the tub with a snort. Chad whimpered and backed into the corner. "Down on your knees!" Hawk went for the scruff again, jerking the fox forward and shoving him until he was down. "What are you doing!? You're not gonna-" Chad's eyes went wide as he got eye-level with the wolf's sagging black shaft. "Hey, you got some on your face, little shit." Hawk sucked in a breath and grunted, fingers grabbing around his cock and lifting the fat head. A big rush of spunk poured out with a slap onto the bath, followed by a huge gout of yellow piss that got Chad all over the side of the face. "No! Don't piss on me!" Chad yapped. Hawk responded by whacking the meat of his shaft against the fox's snout. "Be quiet. I gotta piss after I shoot off. Where else am I supposed to do it?" "In the-" Hawk aimed another long, marking shot into the fox's mouth, chuckling darkly. The fox coughed and gurgled, jerking away, getting some of it up his nose. Chad spat and coughed, almost doubled over. "How's it feel, having some big, asshole wolf piss up your back? All that hot, nasty urine going down through your pretty red fur.." Hawk felt that dizzying out-of-body feeling creeping up, his bladder relaxing and dumping his piss-load through his cock. He had to step back to keep from hitting the walls, aiming up and down Chad's back, down over the tail. The fox waved it around with a whimper, Hawk managing to splash the back of his balls. "Stop! Stop pissing on me! It's so embarassing!" Hawk let go of his cock and let the last few spurts spray down along the side of the tub. "Now. Clean yourself off real good, while I go change." The vulpine's ears were flat against his head, wet and dripping, as Hawk backed out and closed the door. After a few moments, he heard the hissing of the shower. He nearly tiptoed back into the fox's room, a twinge running up his spine. As he shut the door, it culminated in a heavy excited chill that made him want to hop up off the carpet. Did the fox like it? Well, the fox liked being almost literally kidnapped, so he couldn't have minded a little piss... and what to do, what to do.. Hawk tore down into his duffel, rifling through leather item after item, a big sea of black. Out came a pair of boots - the custom riding ones he'd gotten several weeks earlier; his black riding leathers, the fly replaced with buttons by a tailor so there was no zipper burn; highway patrol motorcycle jacket; black gauntlet riding gloves that came up halfway to his elbow. He put it all on, having to wipe the sweat off his muzzle by the time he was done, breathing hard. He swept up the muzzle-gag that the fox had strapped onto his head. He paused and froze, moving up to the fox's bedroom door. He heard the shower hiss stop, and waited. He heard the click of the bathroom door and lifted his shoulders up, leather creaking. The knob turned and the door clicked. "Haaaawwwk? Are you in here?" A black muzzletip poked in the crack. The wolf stepped back as the door opened wider. Upon seeing him, Chad's hackles pricked up. "Hi." "You know what?" Hawk stepped forward, Chad moving back two steps, into the hallway. "No, uh, what?" Another step. "It's my turn to play." Chad backed up two more steps, this time hitting the wall. He looked left and right, frantic, then darted off down the hallway towards the living room. With no words, Hawk stalked after him, not bothering to rush the fox. Chad did a fine job of spazzing out, scurrying into the kitchen, then scurrying right back out. Hawk picked up his pace, footfalls dulled by the carpet so no one else would know, until he grabbed the fox's upper arm. "You don't want to play, little foxy?" "Let me go! I don't want to do this in the living room! The neighbors are gonna hear!" Hawk slapped the muzzle down on the couch, then grabbed both of Chad's arms behind his back, bending him over it. "Then I'll make sure they don't have anything to hear. Now. Take a look at this." Hawk hauled one of his boots up and planted it down on the couch next to Chad's head. "These boots were very expensive. So, why don't you act like you care about them a little?" "N-no!' Hawk grabbed Chad by his headfur tight enough the leather on his fingers creaked against itself. He pulled the fox up and slapped him. The wolf wasn't intending to do it hard, but after Chad flinched once, he whacked hard enough to get it done. The slap was dulled by fur but a definite crack. Chad's ears started to radiate heat. "Don't say no to me. I'm going to fuck you, right here, while you lick my boot leather. Now do it, or I'll muzzle you before you get a chance to taste it." Chad's ears flatted and he whined, then dropped his muzzle down and to the side. He nosed along the boot toe, then started to lick it. Soon, pink was slipping along black, leaving wet trails. "Don't make a mess," the black wolf growled, shoving down on Chad's head again, forcing his cheek to brush the spit up off his leather. "If you're going to drool, do it on my fingers." He let go of the headfur and squeezed Chad's jaw until vulpine tongue fell out. He smeared two gloved fingers along the fox's tongue until they glistened with spit. Hawk then grabbed the fox's tail and lifted it up, stuffing the two fingers under it. Chad's body stiffened, his jaws chewing at the back of the couch. "Let's try this again. I'm going to fuck you as soon as I pull my fingers out of your ass. Do you want me to do it right here?" "Nnnnn... uh..." "Come on, fox." "Yes, yes Sir, fuck me! Fuck me right here!" Hawk withdrew his fingers, then pounded his open palm across one of the fox's cheeks with a heavy thud. "Keep your fucking voice down." He hurridly undid his fly, yanking his sweaty cock out - still somewhat slimy under the foreskin from the fox's earlier torture - and spit down all over it, then made the head meet Chad's tailhole. "No, come on, come on, go get some lube or something!" Hawk milked at his shaft, precum oozing out all over the pink star, then shoved forward. Chad went still, then started to quiver, hunkering down. Then he started to thrust, his cock driving into the crevice between two cushions. "You little shit. Look at you, fucking your dick down in there, working your god-damnned asshole over my dick! And you put up that stupid fight." "Mmmmrr, Hawwwk, come on, fuck me harder!" The black wolf answered by grabbing up the muzzle-gag and slammed it down over the vulpine's snout. As he strapped it on, the choking and growling fox hissed air out his snout, tailhole squeezing and trying to reject Hawk's cock as it hilted and jabbed. "You feel nice inside, fox. Real nice. Like you've been playing with a dildo, all slicked up already. You fucking whore." He backhanded Chad between the ears, the fox croaking a low grunt, tailhole squeezing. Then Chad started to fight, the vulpine trying to kick at the cushions, grab Hawk's leather-clad arms, do anything to throw the wolf off. The fox lurched back and forth, trying to use his own rump to kick the wolf in the groin enough to get him to exit the tailhole; of course this only made Hawk thrust harder, teeth bared in a loud snarl, gloved hands grabbing for the fox's arms and capturing them. "I'm going to come in you, fox. I'm going to fill you up so the next time you play with yourself, whatever you stick up your ass is going to come out smelling like wolf." The words just poured out through Hawk's teeth, like they were already inside and he just had to push them out. Chad started to whimper like a lost puppy and that was it - with a coughing snarl and a few strained grunts, Hawk lost it again and pumped Chad full of his climax. The black wolf backed up, cock sliding smoothly out of the vulpine's tailhole, and he simply stood there. Chad was panting still for a moment, then flipped onto his back and started jerking off hard. With just a few strokes, his plump cockhead swelled and white gushes of seed painted his fur. The fox then undid his own muzzle and tossed it aside, working his jaws and splaying out on the couch. "Mrrrrrr, Hawwwwwwk that was so hot!" "Yeah," was all the wolf said. "What, you didn't think it was?" Hawk closed his eyes for a few moments, then stalked out of the room. "I'm going to lie down." He was half out of his leathers in Chad's bedroom before the fox came in. "Hawk? Are you okay?" "Well, yes and no. No, I'm not okay. Yes, I'm fine." Hawk didn't bother with the riding pants and just flopped onto Chad's bed. "I get funny after sex sometimes. That's why I kinda cut it when we first... met. I feel like... you know in a movie, when something bad happens, and there's that kind of long musical note sliding down? I feel like that right now. Like having an orgasm is jumping off a cliff, and after the thrill of it, you're just falling." "Wow. That's... that's awful." The vulpine climbed into bed next to Hawk. "Eh. I'm used to it." He wasn't really used to it, but he didn't want to come across as a jerk. "Well.. uh. You can stay here if you want. And just go to sleep, you know, so you feel better." "Thanks." Hawk fell asleep pretty quickly, but not before realizing that Chad was cuddling up to him. --- Saturday night was not going to involve clubs, sex with anyone else, drugs, liquor, or any appreciable amount of leather. Saturday night was time for Hawk to fuck himself. He wanted to do something that consisted solely of himself, no bustling bar where he had to make a stand for himself, no depressive slide into the desire to curl into a fetal position, no getting so fucked up he slept through the next day.. he simply wanted to isolate the idea of being fucked up the ass and see where it went. It went to the bathroom, in a literal sense. The first thing Hawk had to do was find somewhere to stick a suction-cup dildo. It was harder than it looked - he needed something that was really, really flat. His weight bench seemed an obvious candidate, but the surface - while really smooth - was also cushioned and dented in when he stuck one of the prodigious tools onto it. Doors, walls, just about everything in Hawk's house wasn't quite flat enough. The kitchen floor was, but he didn't know if he wanted to squat in the kitchen next to the humming fridge and beat himself off until he put streaks on the cabinets. Plus, most of the house was cold, but the bathroom had a towel heater. Standing naked in front of his sink, things lined up on the counter edge - Knobby dildo, big cock dildo, bottle of lube, bottle of poppers and ... a turkey baster - Hawk realized he was going to use the edge of the bathtub. It seemed perfect to straddle, just wide enough for the suction cup to stick onto, and if he aimed right it would go right into the tub and he wouldn't have to clean up. After applying the turkey baster to himself ten times, to make sure he was a clean wolf, he realized that the top of his toilet seat was as smooth as the tub rail. He grabbed the knobby dildo and plopped it down on the top. It stuck. A fucking chair, it was. As the room warmed up, Hawk decided it was time to dig in. He slicked up one of his fingers and lay down on the floor, starting to massage and tease his tailhole. There was no pain, only a startling sense of pleasure. He wondered if that was why anal sex was supposed to be so bad, because it felt so unexpectedly good. He started to penetrate himself, and the first twinges of pain came. In retrospect, Chad had been completely harsh with him the night before. As much as he needed practice tying people up, the fox needed practice not destroying their assholes. He reached up with the un-slick hand and grabbed his poppers, then took a long sniff off the bottle. It burned his nose, watered his eyes, and then... the wonderful flush. Hawk was overtaken by a breathless, desperate need to be penetrated and fucked to oblivion. His finger entered again, this time wrapped snug around with his muscles, each motion a delicious feeling. He added another finger, reaching as far inside as he could, massaging and groping for his prostate. Prodding it the wrong way just made him want to pee, but the right kind of touch made him feel like he had to come. While drunk on the rush from the nitrites, he realized how much it loosened up his asshole, fingers stretching and playing with it. He'd always wondered how fisting worked out, and this had to be the answer. He wanted something less than a toy, but more than his fingers. The answer was a fur brush, the handle a textured handgrip, otherwise smooth plastic. On went the lube, and up it went. His tailhole spread with each bump and snugged up along each narrow spot, and as he drew it back out, the sensation sent him lying back flat, muzzle open and staring at the ceiling. There weren't words for the feeling, the sense of something moving and stroking inside him. The body didn't have nerves inside the way it did on an appendage, and so his brain didn't quite know what to make of it. He'd been fucked before, certainly, but there had never been the time to really notice how it felt. Then he remembered the first time, with the leather-clad burly tiger from school, thrusting a furbrush into him until his cock nearly blew off, his face burning even redder under the rush. The intense pound of blood through his head and crotch died off, replaced by just a pounding in his head. The furbrush came out and he set it down in the sink, leaving a little rainbow swirl from the lube. The black wolf picked up the 'knobby' dildo, squirted some lube over it, then sat back down on the floor. He crawled onto his side, leg up on the top of the toilet, and started teasing his hole with it. There was no way it was going to go in easily, not without help. Hawk took another long sniff off the top of his poppers vial, then probed at his tailhole again. The head felt huge, a massive thing that couldn't possibly fit in, not as big as some of the bulges down the length - Blood started to pound in his ears and the steady pressure on the toy pushed the head in. Hawk lurched and kicked the tank on the toilet. It didn't exactly hurt, not too much, but it was more than he'd been expecting to feel. His body quickly tugged the toy's head in, muscles grasping around the dip behind the head. He kept pushing, the next bump going in, a soft drip as his half-hard cock leaked onto the floor. The wolf remembered how good it felt him when he pulled out of a hole completely, and wondered what it felt like on the other end. He carefully got the dildo back out, each bump pulling out making him feel like the world was going to collapse around his head. As he started to feed it back in, going back in, deeper and deeper, thoughts about just where he was - lying on the floor in the bathroom - left his head, replaced simply by the sensation of being fucked. He couldn't get the toy in all the way - after the fourth bump, it just didn't want to go any farther and felt like someone was digging their elbow into his stomach. He pulled it out, cock tensing and nearly pumping out right there. He lay splayed on the floor, shaking slightly as he got to his knees after a minute, and dropped the toy in the sink. Time for the gold. Hawk picked up the realistic dildo and spat on the suction cup, then planted it on the toilet, the curve lined up so it would be pressing forward on him if he was sitting normally at the john. As he dribbled lube on it and slicked up the surface, he felt slightly creepy - it was like playing with someone else's very sizable cock, pumping it through his fingers, squeezing on it..... He was very hard, and

added some of his precum to the head for good luck. Huffing off the poppers again, then perching over the dildo, Hawk felt much more like he was really about to straddle over someone. He imagined Clyde, since he'd been fucked by the tiger more than anyone else at this point, and it was clearly possible that with his eyes closed, he had tiger cock invading his asshole. The head pushed through with the rush of sensation he expected, the violation turning into the burning lust of prostate stimulation. He flexed his thighs, starting to hump up and down along the tool. It was glorious, his muzzle wide open, tongue hanging out. He slowly sat down, feeling the tool go in deeper, deeper, then reaching that stopping point. Another huff of chemicals and he crept lower, lower, filled to the breaking point, past the breaking point, until he felt the bulge of the fake balls pressing up under his tail. He felt over his pre-slicked abs, to see if there was a bulge inside. There wasn't, but any pressure just above his cock made him feel like he was going to piss or shoot. Hawk had heard that you could get off completely by being fucked, and he was going to do it if it left him walking bowlegged for the next month. He leaned back, pressure inside making him groan out, the sound echoing in the bathroom. He grabbed onto the tank, body arched as he started to ride hard. Going deep, right up to the 'balls', was fulfilling in a literal sense, while working shallowly over just the head of the tool left him feeling so lustful he was tempted to try and find someone to come over and do it for real. His cock was leaving long streamers of pre hanging from the head, the drool swaying as he pounded up and down, reaching the edge and just barely nudging to go over it. He rode harder and harder, straining at the top of the toilet tank, and then came. The sensation was like one of the surges as his muscles tensed normally, but it didn't stop, unable to tense any more around the big fake cock. He barked and yelped, cock slopping seed out all over the floor in front of the toilet. He drew up off the dong and staggered into the shower. Coming out, he tossed everything into the sink, mopped up the floor with some toilet paper, then made for his bed. Curling up underneath the covers, slightly shivery - a side effect from the poppers? - and bleary, he felt so immensely at ease that he was asleep in just moments. --- Monday was terrible. Work was a big pile of crap as some superchargers came in built to the wrong spec. Hawk had personally made sure that the plans were correct and annotated before sending them off to the company that built them, but that apparently hadn't mattered to whoever actually put together the first few prototypes. After yelling on the phone for several hours, then desperately phoning for a company that could manage to build something in a hurry, he ended up having to get two guys to re-design part of the latest marine powerplant to take a stock part for the time being. After lunch, he took his 'break' time to go down and hide out in the bathroom in the far basement. He needed to get away from anyone and everything as much as he needed to actually relieve himself, and sat about on the toilet, leaning on the wall and trying to clear his head. A thought trickled in after a few moments of meditation. The last time he'd spent much time down in this bathroom, he'd seen Armand come in. Wouldn't it be funny if that happened again? He didn't feel like he'd be able to hide himself from the fox, or resist doing something. He was torn between wanting to do terrible, delicious things to the vulpine and wanting to avoid any more difficult situations. The devil on his shoulder won. Almost on cue, the door opened and feet came past the the door, trailed by a dark tailtip. Humming softly, the fox started washing his hands. Hawk picked up the smell of a meatball sandwich. The wolf flushed his toilet, then got up and stormed out of the stall. Armand saw him and flatted his ears. "Uh, hi." Hawk went to wash his hands. "Hi." "Haven't, uh, seen you for a while." "I've been busy putting out fires." Armand dried his paws off. "Oh well, time to go back to work." As the vulpine went to leave, Hawk stuck out a black paw and grabbed the fox's shirt. "No." He got a better grip and dragged Armand into the stall next to the one he'd been in. The fox complained. "We really can't do this now, I have to go back to work right now, I was just cleaning after l-lunch." Hawk started yanking the fox's polo shirt off. "I don't care. This'll just take a minute. Get out of your shirt, and get your pants down around your ankles." "Wait, what are you doing?" "Shut up," the wolf whispered. "I don't like fucking in bathrooms, so I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to make sure I can find you after work today." The wolf was fast about it, and had Armand sitting stunned on the toilet, jeans around his ankles, shirt hanging down around one elbow. "Oh my god-" Hawk got his cock out and gave the fox two marking shots of piss, staining the fur between his legs and between his pecs. "If you need to clean yourself off, you got plenty of water there and plenty to wipe off with." With that, Hawk spun and stuffed himself away as he made for the door. By the time he was in the hallway, stalking fast for the elevator, no one would have guessed he'd done anything. After a hard day, Hawk needed something hard to take his mind off things. He could have picked a drink at home or the bar, but that seemed too obvious. Despite the reputation most lupines didn't do much to kill, Hawk didn't enjoy getting drunk often. Only sometimes, and this was not the time. The hard thing he was going to get was what he'd marked earlier in the day. Where would the fox be after Hawk got out of work? The wolf made his way down to the basement, careful to look like he was just heading down with some kind of business. He could smell the fox, just barely. Most others wouldn't have recognized the smell, only that someone had perhaps gone to the bathroom somewhere other than the bathroom, if they even picked it up at all. Hawk picked it up and followed it down the long basement hallway towards the CITS office. Halfway down, the smell stopped and so did the wolf. He backed up until he picked it up, coming out of the door vents for what seemed to be an electrical closet. The door was propped open with a sliver of wood. Hawk carefully opened it and stepped inside, closing it again with no sound. Despite wearing two inch heels, Hawk could move without making much noise at all. The room was not an electrical closet - it was an HVAC access tunnel, strewn with wires and piping. The smell was much stronger, also clouded with cologne and the smell of ramen noodles. Tilting himself to the side, looking around a corner, he saw a black-tipped brush of foxtail. Hawk stepped around the corner, no longer moving silently. The tail recoiled out of sight. "Hey, Chris?" "This isn't Chris," Hawk growled, low. A muzzle immediately appeared, slit-eyes turned into saucers. "What are you doing here! You can't come back here!" Hawk stalked towards the fox, making sure to let his heels clop and drag on the floor, each hollow thunk making the fox's ears twitch. The wolf reached inside his leather coat, withdrawing his black riding gloves. "That's not what the door said. It said, 'I'm unlocked. Open me. There's a fox inside'. And look, there is." "You're an asshole. You fucking peed all over me earlier! Do you know how hard it is to cover up that smell?" "It must be hard. You didn't do a good job." Hawk fixed his glare on the fox, pulling the glove leather over his big, black paws. "I found you with the smell of my own piss." The smell of someone's mark was not particularly unusual, especially among the canine set. Despite this, Armand flatted his ears and looked at the ground. "It was really gross." "Really. And having a big, black dick shoved up your asshole again and again, until it fills you up with hot spunk, isn't gross?" "Look, you can't come in here and.. whatever you're going to do! I have to go home soon and Chris is going to come finish up all this wiring shit and if he finds-" Hawk lunged and grabbed Armand by the muzzle. The fox didn't fight, instead seizing up completely. "If your little friend comes in here, then I'm going to make sure he knows exactly what kind of fox you are and what kind of wolf I am. Do you understand?" Armand didn't move. "No comment? That automatically means 'yes'. Now, you will do everything I say. Do you understand me?" Hawk let go. "Yes... yes Hawk, sir." "I don't like being called 'sir'. But I'll let it slide." Hawk looked around the dimly lit corridor, spying a big spool of cabling. "What's that?" "What's w-what?" Armand whined, slowly sinking to his knees. Hawk stopped him with a gloved hand to the scruff. "Go over there and get me about 20 feet of that wire," the wolf snorted, and shoved Armand. With shaking paws, the fox did as asked, even taking the time to cross-wind it into a neat bundle. "Give it to me." "You're going to...." Armand whispered, and handed the cable over. "I'm going to claim my fox, yes." Hawk reached into his coat and took out a long bowie knife. "Now take off your clothes." "No, can't you just do it with my p-pants around my ankles?" Hawk brandished the knife and Armand instantly sucked himself up against the wall. "Take off your clothes, or I'm going to make sure that the next load of piss that stains your fur is your own." A voice in the back of the wolf's head told him that he was being more than unreasonable, but he was worn out from the day so heavily that he simply didn't care to listen to his conscience. Armand silently took his clothes off, starting to fold them then giving up, leaving a pile on the floor. "Down on your knees. In front of me, arms up," Hawk snapped, more of a hiss than a bark, looking between some of the pipes and side-stepping until he was in the right spot. "Use that slender little face to open my pants while I make sure your paws will be nice and useless." Armand's teeth shakily worked at Hawk's fly buttons, arms trembling as Hawk manhandled them up, then together. Hawk started to wind the cat-5 around Armand's wrists, getting a good ten wraps before looping around the bindings between the wrists, then up over a pipe. He idly tied the cable back to Armand's wrists, leaving the fox barely hanging. "You know, I have this friend. Another one of your kind. Last weekend, he taught me all about how to tie a guy up. Had a lot of fun. Now I get to try it out for real. Come on, you little runt, back up." Armand was just getting the wolf's black shaft out when his snout was pushed aside. Hawk dragged the fox backwards, until the backs of Armand's bare thighs were inches from two other water pipes. "You think I was going to put my dick in your mouth? I'm not going to make you suck me. You know what you're going to do? Every day this week, you're going to come by my office and suck me off when I'm done with lunch. You'll get all the black cock your little mouth can handle. I'm going to fuck you up your tight little asshole this time." Armand's tail was bushed right down over his rump. The fox tried to step forward, but Hawk yanked him back. The wolf cut off some of the cord that was dangling free from the wrist bindings, then wound it around one of the fox's thighs, then hitched it to the pipe. He repeated with the fox's other thigh, leaving Armand spread apart. Then, he started lowering the amount of cord going over the pipe. "Bend over." "Hawk, I really don't want to do this.. I'll do whatever you want, I'll go over to your house and I'll suck your dick under your desk like I did that t-time and I'll polish your boots and everything but you can't do this to me now, please!" The fox whined. Hawk scruffed him again and shoved him off balance. Armand staggered and grunted as his weight went onto his arms. Hawk let out the cord until the fox was mostly bent forward, arms going up and over his head, body sagging. "I said shut up." The last of the cabling went to make a muzzle, wound around Armand's snout, then down around his neck. Hawk paused after doing this - even though it was after 5PM, Armand was still at work. The fox could actually be right about a coworker finding him... Hawk was hard as a rock, and he doubted it would be too much of a problem if someone came in. This time, he wasn't going to take chances, and withdrew a packet of lube from a pocket. It'd come with one of his new toys. He squeezed it out onto his shaft and then mounted Armand. The fox, who had been struggling and trying to lever himself up far enough to try rubbing his muzzle against something, gave up with a small whine. "I'm going to fuck you until I hear your come splash the floor," Hawk growled into the black-tipped ear. "And then you'll be mine for the next week." The wolf realized why slings were invented - if he thrusted at just the right tempo, Armand would tilt forward, then swing back just in time to get a powerful hilting shot. The fox squinted each time, drool starting to drip out of his mouth. Then, the obvious happened. A loud click came from down the corridor. "Hey, Armand? You still here?" Hawk froze. Armand tensed up enough to make the bonds creak, wires moving around inside the plastic casing. He also bore down on Hawk's shaft. The wolf figured he had about five seconds to decide whether to stay dead silent, or ungag the fox. He weighed the options: release the fox and he might yell for help, or he might go along and dismiss the source of the voice. Keep quiet and whoever might go away, or they might come in deeper. Both options potentially led to Hawk being found out. However, despite what he'd been doing, Armand hadn't even tried to truly fight away. And if he didn't want to be fucked, then why did he have such a hard-on? Taking his clothes off, had his hand perhaps given his cock a tug to free the foreskin? Hawk unwound the muzzle as fast and silent as possible. "Hey Chris. I'll be out in a bit. I'm still fighting with this stupid crap." "Okay, just checking. The guys wanted to know if you wanted to go to The Maze." Despite the name being suspiciously club-like, The Maze was the name for a Lazer-Tag outfit on the other side of town. Armand was apparently a geek. "Cool. Later!" "Yeah. Just don't be a big ol' holdup, you can finish that crap tomorrow, Linda's not gonna have kittens again." "Oh Chris! Leave that thing in the door! If it locks it's gonna jam!" Hawk leaned down and licked the inside of the fox's ear. "If he leaves the stop in the door, anyone could just waltz in here and see me ten inches inside your asshole." "If he takes it out and the door jams, we'll be trapped in here and everyone will see you when they come get me." Hawk wound the ethernet cabling around Armand's muzzle again. This time, he simply held it. "I told you to shut up." The wolf's blood pounded so hard he could see the world flicker with purplish tinges in the poor light. He wasn't sure if he could get off quickly, never having been so frightened and shaken with his cock buried in someone. Armand cinched it for Hawk when the wolf paused - the fox started to shift and buck, milking the shaft hard. The vulpine whined and worked back and forth, trying to arch up further. The conscious muscle spasms turned to a steady, pulsing grab, soft splatters filling the close air as Armand spilled himself onto the floor. Hawk lost himself, cock surging and bucking inside the tight muscles. Then he slid back and unwound the gag, then started on the rest of the bindings. "I'm-" "Oh god," Armand worked his jaw, shaking spit off. "Okay, I'll be there." "Be where?" Hawk froze instantly. For a second, he wondered if perhaps the fox wasn't talking to him, had been on a cellphone, had left it on, was talking into his ear? Was there a headset on his other ear? He hadn't seen. Paranoia filled up the terrific void left by his climax. "Uh, in your office. This week. I'll do it. Oh god, I'll do it. I'll do anything." The words were breathy and tired, but not fear and not beaten. They sounded just the faintest bit conflicted, and a lot like the way Chad seemed to fawn over Hawk a few nights before. "Good." Hawk did not pass go and did not collect two hundred dollars. He went straight to The Pit. "Well, you're here early! Tsk, on a Monday too." Alzarre was occupying one of the leather couches in the back. "Come here, wolf. Tell us your troubles. The couches have been freshly conditioned, too. Very nice smell. Clean and leather." The maned wolf patted a pool of black next to him. "Huh. Well. Okay. But just this once." "Nice clothing. Is this how you go to work.. I thought you said you were an engineer, not a pimp." "You're one to talk. So who's 'we'? There's only one of you." Hawk sat down and propped up a boot heel on the coffee table. "My, those are nice boots. You certainly have a liberal workplace." Alzarre sipped from his drink. It looked and smelled suspiciously like a mimosa. The maned wolf then leaned and gave one of them a slow caress. "By the way, the answer to your question is looking over your left shoulder." Hawk whipped his head around and looked straight at the wall. He saw ears. "What the fucking hell?" "Hi," the owner of the ears said, standing up. Attached to the ears was a red fox. Long-haired with black hair, quite slender, wearing a black leather bondage strap-shirt, fingerless opera gloves, a pair of side-laced leather pants, and - as Hawk peeked behind the sofa - knee-high buckled goth boots. "Who the hell are you?" "I know who you are. You're Hawk. I saw you the other night and this weird guy here was around too, so when I came over today I asked him if he you were coming around... he said maybe, so I figured I'd wait and maybe surprise you." "Surprise me with what?" The fox slinked over the back of the couch, right into Hawk's lap. "Mmm. I don't know. What should I surprise him with?" The new vulpine looked to Alzarre. The maned wolf replied with a rather protracted lick of his chops. "Oh, okay. I bet he'd like that. Wouldn't you?" The new fox applied a paw between Hawk's legs. The wolf's ears would have gone red if they weren't too dark inside to change much color. "Hey, now just a minute. Don't you want to hear about my day?" "Go ahead and tell us about it." The fox was fooling with Hawk's fly, opening it up. "Tell me your name, first." "Tori." "Well, Tori... " Isn't that a girl's name? "You're going to be sucking a dick that just fucked another fox." "Ooh, that's nasty." It certainly was, and it didn't stop Tori from pulling the wolf's stiffening cock out. "Black, and uncut. My favorite." Pink tongue started to swirl around it as the fox moved to sit next to Hawk, then sprawled sideways to take up most of the couch. "So, Mr. Wolf. Tell us all about your day, and why your dick tastes like fox." Hawk related the entire weekend, not just the previous encounters with Armand. Tori was an asshole, and not because he was bad at sucking cock, used his teeth, or because he didn't stop to listen. He was an asshole because he carefully led the wolf along, getting him right to the edge and stopping just when Hawk's voice caught. "My, my, my. Look at you, causing all sorts of trouble. Leaving a fox smelling like sex to go run around with his friends." Alzarre downed the rest of his drink. "I'd be careful. You look a little weak in the knees. Don't choke the poor boy." "Hey, I'm definitely no boy." Tori perked up, licking some drool from his chin. He was carefully holding the wolf so his cock was strained and pulsing. "In fact... I bet I'm older than both of you." Hawk and Alzarre looked to each other. "Well. Are you going to finish him?" The maned wolf said. Tori was busy wrapping some of his raven hair around the wolf's shaft. Hair wasn't common, but it wasn't rare either - Hawk's coat shots kept his from going anywhere, but Tori obviously didn't keep up on his. "Hey, girls do that!" the wolf growled, as the fox started to slowly bob again, his fingers followed his mouth, tugging the locks along the wolf's shaft. "If you took me home with you, I could dress like a girl too. Complete the image. If you like." Hawk's ears turned redder, the wolf splayed them uncomfortably. "Hey. You know what? I'm not going to come in your mouth." He pulled Tori up by the hair, the fox letting out a soft whimper. "Pull your pants down and bend over." "Oh no, here? They'll see. Isn't that something you do..." He pointed a half-gloved finger towards the back room. "I'm not going to fuck you." Tori did as instructed, getting down over the coffee table. He flicked his hair back. "You're a dirty wolf." "You're going to be a dirty fox." Hawk pumped himself and groaned, leaning forward. His spunk jetted out, a thick few spurts before it drooled down his cock, muzzle strained and letting a few snorts leak out. "You weren't kidding! That's a second load. I'm no idiot," Alzarre said, looking drunkenly impressed." "Yeah. Well. Now it's all over your asshole. Guess what? This wolf's going home. Al, you better use it before it gets all cold and gross." "What?" "Fuck him. Fuck him right there, let him ride your lap or something. No one'll see. Besides, no one'd care anyway." Alzarre looked suddenly very alert. "Are you serious?" "Fuck him, you idiot. You always want to fuck, don't you? Well here's your stupid chance." Hawk got up and stalked out. He didn't look back. He got in his truck and roared off home, tore his clothes off, ran a bath, climbed in, and promptly fell asleep. The last thing he thought, was how his life was turning into a pattern he wasn't sure he wanted to continue.

Title: Before I Get Old Tags: wish list, erotic, erotica, drama Ashley was pretty much a brat. Anybody that knew her for more than ten minutes could tell you that. But beautiful, sexy, single women in their twenties often get away with being brats by being...sexy. Ashley was used to getting what she wanted and what she wanted most often was sex. In fact, she was somewhat addicted to it. Oddly enough, however, Ashley's sex life was unusually predictable and routine. A guy would ask her on a date. She accepted. They fucked. And so it went. None of those dates were with the men Ashley secretly desired. There were reasons for that, none of which mattered much to Ashley. She wanted them. It was a month before her thirtieth birthday and Ashley was having drinks after work with her older sister, Kayla. Ashley used the straw in her drink to play with the ice, swirling the cubes around aimlessly. The music in the bar was nearly loud enough to cause ripples on the surface, but Ashley didn't seem to hear it. "What is wrong with you?" Kayla asked. "Nothing." "You've been moping around all night," Kayla said. "I sure hope you aren't sulking because of the birthday you've got coming up." Ashley looked up and said with a frown, "I'm going to be fucking thirty, Kayla. How did YOU feel when you turned thirty?" "Like I was one year older than twenty-nine," Kayla replied. "Get over it." "I can't. It's depressing as hell. My entire life is passing me by and I can't stop it." Kayla laughed and said, "You've got everything you need. What more do you want?" "It's not always about material things, you know," Ashley answered. "There are other...things...that are important in life. Things that can't be bought." "Like...?" "You wouldn't understand, Kayla. You've always been happy with whatever you have. I want...more. I want it all," Ashley said. "Give me an example." "I could give you a whole list." Kayla, slowly losing her temper as she often did with her little sister, said with disgust, "Fine. Give me a list. Write down everything you want that you don't have." "You'll think I'm a pervert or something," Ashley said. "Why?" "Because what I want is mostly...well...physical things." "Like sex?" Kayla asked. "Yeah. Mostly." "Write them down. I want to know." When they met the next evening at Kayla's house, Ashley provided her list. Kayla hadn't expected her sister to actually follow through on the task and was somewhat surprised to find herself opening up the sheet of paper Ashley handed her. She began to read. "Oh my God," Kayla said. A few seconds later, Kayla uttered, "Fuck. Are you kidding me?" "I told you," Ashley said. Kayla folded up the paper, unfolded it, read it again, and said, "These are your fantasies?" "Yep. I'd give anything to do any of them before I'm too old." Kayla kept the list and spent considerable time after Ashley left thinking about what was in it. Ideas flew back and forth across her brain and plans began to formulate. As much as Kayla thought her overindulged sister didn't deserve it, Kayla saw the opportunity to give Ashley a birthday she'd never forget. The next day, Kayla set forth making the first item on the list come to fruition, unbeknownst to Ashley. \*\*\* Jason was Ashley's newest co-worker and Kayla heard about the shy, handsome man from the day he was hired. He was twenty-eight and single, but with an on-again, off-again girlfriend. Ashley found Jason to be extraordinarily frustrating as attempts to flirt with him were disregarded; or so she thought. Truthfully, Jason was uncomfortable with the public setting of Ashley's advances and found the little blonde with the great body to be on his mind far more than he expected when they first met. Not being the kind of man to initiate anything with a woman until he knew her fairly well, his attraction to her went unacted upon. Then, he got a phone call. "Hello," Jason answered one morning in his office. "Hi, Jason? My name is Kayla. I'm Ashley's sister." "Hi, Kayla. What can I do for you?" "Actually, it's the other way around. Do you have a minute to talk?" Jason and Ashley were among the first employees to arrive each day on a floor that held about twenty people in private offices. Ashley had attempted to use the 'quiet time' in the past to chat with Jason and get at least a date out of him, without success. Half an hour after Jason's phone call, Ashley was pleasantly surprised to find him standing at her door. "Jason. What's up?" He entered Ashley's windowless office and closed the door, silently locking it at the same time. "Hi, Ashley. Sorry to bother you so early, but can you stand up." With a look of bewilderment, Ashley stood. "Come here, please." She walked around the corner of her desk until she was a few feet in front of Jason. "Get undressed, Ashley." It took a second for the command to register with her, but a sly grin slowly crossed Ashley's face. She kicked off her shoes and reached for the top button of her blouse. Jason watched intently as she worked her way down the row of buttons, revealing a silky white bra and full, firm tits in the process. It was when she let the blouse fall down her arms that Jason first felt the stiffness inside his pants. Ashley never took her eyes off his while she unzipped her short skirt. It fell to the floor and she brushed it aside with her foot. Jason scanned her from head to toe. He stepped forward and put a hand on the underside of one of her breasts, gently squeezing the bra and tit. Jason slid the hand down her stomach and onto the outside of her panties. He could feel the warmth. Ashley didn't wait for Jason's next demand. She reached out and put her palm on his crotch, feeling the hard cock underneath. She rubbed it at the same time Jason was putting his own hand inside her panties, seeking out her clit. They kissed long enough for Ashley to undo Jason's belt and unzip his pants. She kneeled down to take them off and then ran her hand up and down the outline of his cock inside his briefs. Ashley pulled them off and gazed longingly at the long, thick erection pointing out at her. She leaned forward and licked the cock from the base to the tip before spreading her lips and putting the cock inside her mouth. Jason put his hand on Ashley's soft hair while her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He never felt as hard as he did when she finally stood up again in front of him. Jason reached around and unhooked her bra. He slid it off and threw the bra aside, putting a mouth on one tit almost before the bra landed. He sucked on it while cupping the other tit in his hand. The nipple hardened inside Jason's mouth and he bit it lightly, getting a moan of delight out of Ashley. Then he removed her panties and had her turn so he could admire her tight ass. Jason moved so that his rock hard cock was pressed between her cheeks and he was reaching both arms around her to grab her tits. "I want to fuck you, Ashley," he said into her ear. "I want you to, Jason." He pressed on the top of her back and Ashley leaned forward, putting both hands on her desk to support herself. She spread her legs. Jason put the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, watching her pink skin shimmer from the moisture that collected there. Ashley barely had time to prepare for the forceful thrust of the cock deep inside her. Still, she exhaled a muffled expletive. Not one of revulsion, but pure joy. Jason let his cock linger inside her and appreciated the tight warmth of Ashley's pussy. He drew it out almost all the way before driving it back into her. Then they began to fuck. Jason held one of Ashley's tits in his hand, pulling and pinching the nipple until she moaned. His cock slid into her like a piston and his legs slammed into her ass with each thrust. This was little more than unadulterated sex, brought on by several weeks of mutual attraction, pent up desire for each other, and a little encouragement for Jason from an unexpected caller. Both participants would have liked it to last longer, but the excitement of the moment caused both orgasms to build quickly. The manipulation of Ashley's tits sent tremors through her body that collected at her pussy and drove her closer and closer to a climax. The resulting tightening of the grip on Jason's cock caused him to feel the cum ready to be released. Finally, Ashley announced as quietly as she could under the circumstances, "Oh fuck. Yessss!" She gripped the edge of the desk more firmly as her orgasm began. Jason pounded into her with near-violent effort. Then he grunted...plunged his cock into Ashley even harder...and started to fill her pussy with load after load of cum. Their groans filled the office and the desk creaked from the power of Jason's thrusts. Ashley reached back to rub her clit and another orgasm began. Almost emptied of cum, but still hard, Jason continued to fuck her. He collapsed on top of her when they were done, his cock dripping the last of his cum onto her ass when he pulled out. A moment later, they were kissing passionately and promising each other to do it again on another day. A few miles away, Kayla had Ashley's list in her hands, looking at her next assignment. \*\*\* Tom had been Ashley's neighbor for more than two years. He was a young-looking thirty-eight years old with an outgoing personality and biting sense of humor. Tom was married, but that never stopped he nor Ashley from partaking in a friendly game of seduction neither of them expected to fulfill. At least, not until Tom received a phone call from Kayla. Two nights later, when both Tom and Ashley were in the yard after dinner, Tom sauntered over to talk to his neighbor as usual. "Hey, Ashley. You look awfully good in those shorts," Tom said, watching Ashley from behind as she put away the hose. "Tom, you say that about every single thing I've ever worn." Ashley turned to face him and wiped the last of the water from her hands. "Well, it must be true then," Tom said. "And don't forget what I said about it being fine if you just go topless in this hot weather. Old man Johnson over there won't mind, I'm sure." Ashley grinned and said, "Thanks. I won't forget. Not sure it will ever get that hot, though." "Want to come in for a beer?" Before Ashley could answer, Tom added, "Patty is away on business again." In all the time she'd known him, this was the first such invitation. Ashley ran a hand through her hair and replied, "Sure." She walked behind Tom, gazing at his nice ass and the muscular arms and legs she had noticed so many times before. For an older man, he turned her on like no other. At least, like no other man she had never fucked. Tom led her in through the garage and, holding the door to the house open for her, it was his turn to inspect her luscious little body. Tom wasn't unhappily married, but his marriage never stopped him from looking at and often lusting after other women. Once or twice in earlier years he succumbed to the temptation. He seemed to be over the habit until moving in next to Ashley. The first time he saw her he secretly wanted her. Tom grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and joined Ashley in the family room. They sat on opposite sides of an L-shaped couch and gossiped about people in the neighborhood or happenings at work. Ashley chose not to tell Tom about her episode with Jason, even though he likely would have enjoyed it thoroughly. Almost as much as he enjoyed watching her tits press against her tank top while she talked and gestured with her arms. Ashley noticed the wandering eyes and, by the time she was near the end of her bottle of beer, was in the mood to switch into full seduction mode. "Wouldn't you rather be out with the guys when Patty was gone," Ashley said to Tom. "I do that sometimes," he replied. "This is better." "I don't know much about sports and whatever else you talk about with them." "But you're better looking than them," Tom said. "You never got turned down much when you asked a woman out, did you?" "Not often. I'm out of practice, though." "It worked with me," Ashley said with a grin. "You're easy." She threw a pillow at him which Tom deftly dodged. He said, "I'm sure I could learn a few things on dating from you." "Ha. I'm sitting here with you," Ashley said. "What's that tell you about my dating schedule?" "It's early yet," he said. "You'll probably leave here and go out for some REAL fun." "How do you know what I consider fun?" "Tell me," Tom said. There was a slight pause during which Tom was pretty sure he saw Ashley considering her options. Then she got on her hands and knees on the couch and crawled over to him. He couldn't take his eyes off the ample tits attempting to fall out of her skimpy top. Ashley got within reach of him and stopped. In her sexiest whisper voice, she told him, "I think fucking a handsome married neighbor when his wife is away would be fun." Tom scarcely had time to say a prayer of thanks for Kayla's advice before Ashley was in his lap, facing him. He wasted no time in placing his hands on her tits, confirming for himself that there was no bra separating them from the tank top. Ashley allowed him to knead them through the shirt while her hands sought out his cock. She could feel it hardening inside his shorts and reached up inside a pant leg to find the cock and give it room to grow. By that time, Tom was lifting Ashley's top to expose the tits he had prized for so long. Ashley completed the job of removing the top and Tom began to lick and suck on the finest breasts he had ever seen...or tasted. Despite Ashley's moving of his cock, Tom still felt the discomfort of his raging erection trying to escape the confines of his shorts. Ashley gripped it and said, "God, Tom. That didn't take long." "You do this to me," he replied between licks. Ashley slid between Tom's legs and opened the shorts. The tip of his cock was already visible before she even pulled the pants off. "Do you always go without underwear? I wish I'd known that the past couple years," she said with a grin. "Only when I'm going to see you." Tom leaned back and Ashley did what she did best, as he soon found out. She used her tongue, lips, and mouth to urge another inch out of the throbbing hard-on. He watched her blonde hair flop from side to side as the blowjob picked up speed and Ashley only stopped when the first salty taste of precum hit her tongue. Then she stood in front of Tom and slowly stripped off her shorts and panties. She gave him a few seconds to gaze at her nude body before climbing back onto his lap. Ashley pulled off Tom's shirt and they both sat naked on the couch—Tom with a sizeable erection and Ashley in her customary state of perpetual horniness. She didn't take long to resolve matters. Ashley moved her pussy directly above Tom's cock, using her hand to position it perfectly. Tom watched as she lowered herself, allowing the head of the cock to spread her pussy lips open. Then she sank lower and lower onto the shaft. Tom closed his eyes as the magnificence of her tight pussy engulfing his cock became real. He put his hands on her tits and played with the hard nipples. Soon, he moved his hands to Ashley's ass, squeezing the soft flesh as they fucked. Ashley settled onto Tom's cock all the way and leaned forward so they could kiss. The new angle heightened the pressure on her favorite spot and she had to delay the inevitable orgasm. Without warning, Tom leaned to the side and Ashley found herself falling gently onto the couch with Tom still inside her. He moved along with her and they were side by side, kissing and fucking. He rolled her some more and he was on top, driving his cock into her with renewed force. Ashley wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist. "Fuck me harder, Tom," she begged. He did just that, saying, "I want to hear you cum, Ashley. Long and loud." Tom banged her as hard and fast as he could and Ashley gladly accepted all of it. She held him tighter as her orgasm neared. His groans told her he was close, too. "That's it, Ashley. Cum for me!" Tom was ecstatic to hear her loud shriek as Ashley's orgasm started. He rammed his cock into her and listened as she pleaded for more. A few seconds later, his own orgasm began with a blast of cum shooting into her pussy. That was followed by many more as they climaxed together in a chorus of loud groans. They rolled on the couch to finish it off, each of their bodies trembling one last time before collapsing in satisfied exhaustion. \*\*\* Kayla had to think long and hard about the next item on Ashley's wish list. She was almost out of ideas and on the verge of striking it from the list when Ashley told her she was going to have to have an electrician come to the house to fix a ceiling fan that wasn't working. Kayla excitedly told her sister she knew a good one that would be cheap and offered to have him call her. Ashley gladly accepted. Arrangements were made for Kayla's friend to be at Ashley's place three evenings later. Everything fell into place perfectly for both women. Richard was a thirty-five year old friend of Kayla's who didn't know the first thing about electrical wiring, but he was exceedingly good looking with a body to match. He and Ashley had never met. When Kayla outlined her scheme to Richard, he accepted his role without hesitation, especially after Kayla described Ashley in detail. He arrived at the designated time with a toolkit in hand and Ashley welcomed him in. "I'm really glad you could come in the evening," she said, closing the front door behind Richard. "I hated to take time off just for this. I hope it's easy for you." "I'm sure it will be. I do fans all the time," Richard said with a smile. "It's in the bedroom. This way," Ashley said, leading the way down the hall. Richard watched every step the stunning little blonde took in front of him. This job would, in fact, be much easier than Kayla had made it sound. They turned into the bedroom and Ashley pointed up at the ceiling fan above the bed. "That's the one," she said, flipping the wall switch on and off with no effect. Richard set down his tools and said, "Too bad it doesn't work because it's going to get hot in here." "Oh, it's not too...," Ashley began to say. But she never got to finish her thought. Richard had walked over to her and forced her back against the wall with a powerful shove. "Hey!" Ashley cried. Before she could speak again, Richard's mouth was covering hers and he was kissing her feverishly. Ashley struggled in vain to get out from under his grip. She felt his hands climbing the front of her collared, knit shirt. His tongue entered her mouth. He clutched at her tits. Ashley's efforts to protest were smothered by the kiss. Richard massaged her tits and then moved his hands to the top of her shorts. He managed to open them. Ashley squirmed while Richard slid a hand inside. "Consider this payment in advance," Richard said to her, seeking out her clit with his fingers. "Get off me!" she demanded. Her pleas were silenced when Richard started to rub her clit and pussy. He kissed her again and moved his hand from inside her shorts to inside her shirt, letting his fingers rise until they rested on her bra. Ashley felt his hard cock against her body. She gasped when he roughly squeezed one of her nipples. "I'm not sure you want me to get off you," Richard said. He yanked up her shirt with both hands and pulled it off. Richard fumbled with Ashley's bra until he finally had it open, removing it with equal aggression as the shirt. "Now let's see how those beautiful tits taste," he said. When Ashley tried to push him away, Richard took both of her wrists in his strong hands and held them up while he sucked on each tit. He only let her arms down—but still in his vice-like grip—when it was obvious she could not break free. Richard licked and sucked on the tits until the nipples were rock hard. Then he pulled Ashley from the wall and threw her face down onto the bed with her legs dangling over the side. Richard quickly grabbed the back of her shorts and snatched then down her legs. Once they were off, he did the same to her panties. Ashley tried to escape, but Richard held her in place by the legs until he could move up and put both hands on her back. He gazed at her square shoulders and the smooth skin of her back. He ran his fingers down her spine and onto the top of the crack in her ass. Richard put a hand on each cheek and squeezed the delicate skin. After a moment, he rubbed her pussy. "Ah, it seems I was right," Richard said. "Nice and wet." He forced Ashley's legs apart and undressed, anxiously staring at the warm, wet, pink flesh of her pussy. Richard's stiff cock grew even harder when he let it rest on the top of Ashley's ass. As it slowly slid into place, Richard lifted her by the hips. Ashley braced herself. She cried out when the cock spread open her pussy and slid inside. Richard pulled back on her hips and his balls smacked against the bottom of her ass. He held that position for a moment, pulled half way out, and slammed into her again. Ashley's groans were repeated over and over when Richard began to fuck her faster. Richard took one of her tits in his hand and said, "I want you to cum for me, Ashley. I know you want this." Ashley couldn't deny it. The size of his cock and suddenness of the assault excited her. Now, as this stranger pinched her nipples and caused her body to shudder, she knew she would have no difficulty meeting his demand. Ashley seized the bed cover with ever-increasing strength as the fucking continued and her orgasm neared. Richard felt her pussy squeezing his cock tighter. He held her by the waist and waited for her to cum. She gave him no verbal warning; but, Richard knew. He knew from the urgency of her moans and the shaking of her body. He knew from the fists she was making full of covers. He knew from the gathering moisture in her pussy. Then...she came. A single shriek preceded a series of climaxes that Ashley couldn't prevent. She twisted and turned while Richard continued to pound his cock into her. Only when he believed she was done did he pull out, stroke his cock with his hand, and pour load after load of cum onto her back and ass. He smacked her ass when he was done. "You don't know a thing about electricity, do you?" Ashley asked over her shoulder. "Not a fucking thing," Richard replied. "And if you ever have a leaky faucet, give me a call." "You'll be the first." As Richard dressed, Ashley said, "Oh, by the way. Say 'hi' to Kayla for me." \*\*\* So, Ashley was beginning to realize that recent events were all tied to her list and the knowledge that the list was only about half completed thrilled her immensely. Turning 'old' wasn't so bad after all, she convinced herself. A few days passed before a seemingly routine request at work verified that Kayla was still determined to fulfill each and every one of her sister's dreams. Ashley was informed by her boss that two important clients of the company she worked for were in town for a meeting and they would be staying at a condo the company owned to house such significant guests. Ashley was asked to be there when they arrived to make sure they had everything they needed. Ashley had done this in the past...without incident. On this occasion, she was prepared to take full advantage of the situation if the gentlemen interested her. Mark and Les co-owned a startup firm that showed signs of succeeding quite rapidly. The men went to college together and now, in their mid-thirties, were on the verge of prominence. Mark and Les needed to do business with Ashley's company to continue growing. Ashley's company needed the help of Mark and Les' firm to expand. Failure on either side was not an option. She wore a short sundress the afternoon that Mark and Les were due to arrive. There wasn't much for her to do at the condo in advance thanks to a cleaning crew that routinely visited, so Ashley sat in the condo's family room on the first floor and watched TV. Less than half an hour later, the doorbell rang and she welcomed the two guests into their temporary home. Both men passed Ashley's initial inspection and she accompanied them into the family room after they deposited their luggage inside the door. Mark and Les declined Ashley's offer of food and drinks, instead choosing to feast on the sight of her legs extending out from under her dress. "How was your trip?" she asked. "Long," Mark replied. "We're glad to be here with such a nice place to stay. It beats a hotel." "They stocked the refrigerator and there are stores just a few minutes away if you need anything else," Ashley told them. "You're staying for dinner, aren't you?" Les said to Ashley. She smiled and answered, "I need to show you around and make sure you have everything, but I'm probably not going to stay and eat." "Too bad," Les said. "So, show us around." Ashley led them upstairs first, with the men never taking their eyes off the back of her legs and ass as she ascended the steps in front of them. At the top, they stopped and Ashley pointed to the room on the right. "This is one of the bedrooms." She then looked to the left and said, "That's an office with desk and couch. There's a bathroom on the other side of this wall connecting the two rooms." "Very nice," Mark said. "Let's go down to the finished basement and we'll end up back on the first floor," Ashley told them. At the bottom of the steps to the basement, Ashley showed them the den, bar, and bathroom. "There's a grill on the deck and the bar should be fully stocked," she said. "Which room is your favorite?" Les asked. Ashley didn't hesitate to answer, "Oh, the master bedroom." "Why's that?" Mark said. With a grin, Ashley said, "C'mon. I'll show you." They proceeded up to the master bedroom in the hallway opposite the kitchen. The room was large, with a full bathroom attached, but had no other distinguishing features. "Why do you like this one?" Mark asked. Ashley moved closer to him until they were face to face and almost touching. She grinned and said, "Because this is where we fuck." Ashley put a hand on his crotch, leaned in, and began a long, sensuous kiss while casually rubbing his cock. It grew longer by the second and Ashley pressed harder. "Not just one at a time," Ashley told the men when the kiss ended. "Both at once." Her hand was now able to wrap around Mark's erection through his pants as Les moved up behind her. Ashley turned her head to kiss Les, who pushed his cock against her ass while running his hands across her bare shoulders. She was now the meat in a sandwich with two horny and willing men in front and back. Les pulled the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Mark watched more and more of Ashley's breasts come into view as the straps fell down her arms. His cock ached for more room as Ashley continued to stroke it. Les put his hands on the top of her breasts and slowly pushed the dress down until her tits were fully exposed. With Les massaging Ashley's bare tits, Mark pulled the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Mark ran his hand over Ashley's pussy before sliding his hand inside her panties and feeling the warmth between her legs. Then he kneeled down and removed her panties, dress, and shoes. Ashley had dreamt for so long about being taken by two men at the same time, but never thought it would happen. Now she was naked for them and it was just a matter of time before she was ravished. At the same time that Les was unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock, Mark was licking his way up the inside of Ashley's thigh until reaching her pussy. The men heard her sigh when Mark's tongue found her clit and Les' cock rested between the cheeks of her ass. She reached back and wrapped her fingers around the cock. Mark inserted his tongue into her pussy and tasted the sweet juices already flowing. Ashley allowed this to continue for a minute and then pulled herself away from the men, climbing onto the bed and swinging her legs onto it. "Now get naked," she told them both. She played with her tits and rubbed her clit while watching Mark and Les undress. By the time they were naked, both men had sizeable erections. Ashley's heart raced and her pussy ached as they joined her on the bed. With a man on each side, Ashley's tits got immediate attention. She'd never had both nipples licked and sucked at the same time and her body shuddered from the incredible sensation. She saw their cocks grow even harder and thicker. Ashley couldn't wait much longer. She rolled over and slid down the bed to find Mark's cock. Resting on her knees, she licked the cock from the base to the tip, lingering around the underside of the tip. Then she put it inside her mouth and slowly lowered her head until she could go no farther. Les moved behind her. Ashley felt him spread her legs as she began the blowjob on Mark's cock. Soon, the head of Les' cock was spreading her pussy apart and she braced herself. A loud moan, partially stifled by Mark's cock, signaled Les' cock being driven into Ashley's soaking wet pussy. Les held Ashley by the hips and enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock being squeezed by Ashley's body. He leaned forward and put a hand on one of her tits, embracing it tighter and tighter as they fucked. Ashley was in heaven with Mark's cock filling her mouth and Les' filling her pussy. It would have been fine with her if none of them came for an hour. But the sound of their mutual moans indicated they couldn't wait that long. Then Ashley tasted Mark's precum and she sucked on him a little faster. He put a hand on the back of her head, grunted loudly, and began to pour cum down her throat. Ashley swallowed as much as she could, but didn't prevent a stream of cum running down her chin. Just as Mark finished, Ashley cried out, "Yes! Yessss! Fuck me harder, Les!" She threw her head back and felt a massive orgasm flow through her body. Les rammed his cock into her faster, feeling his balls contract as his own orgasm began. Ashley's shrieks drowned out the slapping of Les' body against her ass while he came. Mark played with Ashley's tits and it made her cum once again. She was barely able to keep from collapsing onto Mark by the time she was done and Les was pulling out of her. They all came one more time that evening and Ashley checked another wish off her list. \*\*\* Kayla considered her next assignment the most difficult when she first contemplated how to accomplish it. Failure was a distinct possibility, not to mention the loss of somebody she considered a good friend. But, to Kayla's surprise, the conversation went well after she laid out the purpose of her request. So well, in fact, that Kayla was able to arrange Ashley's next fantasy and spring it upon her as a surprise. Ashley and Kayla had a younger brother named Bob. His wife was Kristin and she was an adorable, tom-boyish girl with excessive energy. She was the life of any family gathering and a favorite of the men, with her athletic body and a penchant for figure-hugging clothes. Ashley was pleasantly surprised to see Kristin at her door one weekend morning while the men in the family were playing golf. Ashley's sister-in-law was her bubbly self. There was something about the girl's personality and looks that always excited Ashley. If there was any woman who Ashley would ever think about having sex with, she was now sitting in the family room with her. "Are you ready for the big birthday coming up?" Kristin asked with a grin. Ashley frowned and said, "Don't remind me. I'll never be ready for that." "It's not the end of the world. Thirty will sound pretty good when you're forty," Kristin said. "Is there anything you haven't done yet that you want to?" Ashley thought back to the list she prepared for Kayla and smiled to herself when she thought of how much had happened recently. She replied, "Oh, sure. Don't we all?" "Like what?" Ashley definitely wasn't going to answer that with total honesty, so she said, "Mostly personal goals. I have time, yet. How about you?" Kristin got up and Ashley watched her walk slowly over to the couch Ashley was on. Kristin sat next to her and said, "I have one I bet you'd never guess." "Tell me." Kristin turned towards Ashley and swung a leg up onto the couch. Before Ashley knew what happened, her cute little sister-in-law was sitting in her lap. In the sexiest voice she could muster, Kristin said, "I want to make love to a woman." Ashley's heart pounded furiously as she looked into the face she'd admired for so long. The blue eyes sparkled and the soft skin of the face turned a bit redder. Ashley saw Kristin's lips part. Their mouths came closer until they barely touched. Ashley touched Kristin's hair and the kiss intensified. A moment later, Kristin whispered, "I want you, Ashley. I always have. I want to make you cum so bad." Ashley pulled Kristin toward her and they kissed passionately. Ashley's hands were all over the back of Kristin's shirt and the fact there was no bra became obvious very quickly. Ashley slid her hands inside the shirt and caressed the soft skin as their tongues fought for space. Kristin put a hand on the front of Ashley's top and pressed harder on a tit. They tumbled onto the couch without missing a beat during the kiss. Their legs intertwined and their hands were everywhere, seeking out flesh in frantic attempts to please each other. "Can I undress you, Ashley?" Kristin asked. "Yes," Ashley said in breathless anticipation. Kristin lifted Ashley's top to reveal a thin, white bra. She threw the top aside and leaned down to kiss the top of Ashley's tits. Soon, Kristin was reaching behind Ashley and unhooking the bra, pulling it down her arms. Kristin did her best to hide her nervousness about having this first encounter with another woman. She tentatively kissed and licked the exposed tits before finally putting one in her mouth and sucking on it with more vigor. Ashley's hands sought out Kristin's tits and she squeezed them through the shirt. Kristin felt Ashley's nipples grow and put them between her lips until Ashley moaned with delight. Kristin allowed her sister-in-law to pull off her shirt and suck on her breasts, amazed at the effect it had all the way down to her pussy. Lying on the couch topless, their mouths and hands exploring everywhere, neither woman doubted that they would soon be cumming. Kristin got Ashley naked first and then it was her turn. They came together in an embrace that lasted several minutes, rolling side to side and exploring the wetness of each other's pussy with their fingers. Ashley ended up on top and traveled the length of Kristin's body with her tongue. She stopped only when Kristin spread her legs and waited for Ashley's mouth to close around her pussy. Ashley quickly accommodated her new lover's wish and began to lick and suck on the large clit. "Oh my God, Ashley," Kristin sighed. "Just like that." It was all new to Ashley, but she knew what she liked and tried her best to give it to Kristin. She reached up and held a tit while letting her tongue stab at the clit. Kristin pushed down on the hand and Ashley clutched the tit a little tighter. She found the nipple and squeezed it. She felt Kristin's entire body shiver. "That's so good," Kristin moaned. "I'm close." Indeed, Ashley felt the body quake harder and harder. She put a hand under Kristin's ass and pulled her up to her face. Kristin gripped the edge of the couch and cried out, "Yes! Yes! Now! Oh God...Ashley!" Kristin's orgasm burst through her like never before and she pushed her pussy into Ashley's face in an attempt to get the tongue to press harder. Ashley obliged. Cries echoed in the room as Kristin came over and over again. Ashley put her tongue inside Kristin's pussy and tasted the sweet juices before returning to the clit. Kristin's legs were still tightly wrapped around Ashley's head when she begged her to stop. After escaping, they swapped places and Kristin eagerly attacked Ashley's pussy and clit. Ashley came quickly and powerfully, something she thought impossible without the aid of a cock. This would be the first of many, many such encounters between them. \*\*\* It was the night before Ashley's birthday and she and Kayla were sitting in Ashley's family room waiting for a pizza to be delivered that Kayla had ordered from the car. "I can't believe you," Ashley said. "I never dreamt of realizing even one of the items on my list, let alone all of them." "All but one," Kayla reminded her sister. Ashley shrugged and said, "Yeah, but I knew wanting to fuck the star quarterback from the high school team was stretching it a bit. Even now that he's eighteen and graduated I'm sure he wouldn't want an old woman like me." "You're not old and I bet Trent would jump at the chance to have you." "Right," Ashley said with derision. "The days of my getting a cock like that are long gone." The doorbell rang and Ashley walked over to answer it, with money in hand. The look on her face when she opened the door made the boy outside smile. "Trent! We were just...I mean, are you, um, delivering pizzas now?" Ashley stammered. The tall, muscular kid held a pizza box in his hands, but said, "Nope, but I do have a special delivery for you. Can I come in?" The confused woman watched him march past and she closed the door. "Hi, Kayla," Trent said once inside. "Hi, Trent. Thanks for coming over." Ashley began to extend her hand with the money in it and Trent laughed, saying, "There's nothing in the box. This one's on me." Ashley looked at Kayla and finally knew what was happening. She could check off the last item on her list. "If you really are hungry," Trent told Ashley, "I have something you can chew on." He took the money from Ashley, put it on the counter, and moved her hand to his crotch. At the same time, he moved closer and began a protracted kiss while wrapping his arms around her. Ashley felt Trent's cock begin to stiffen inside his shorts. Their tongues met and Trent's hands slid over her ass. "I heard it's your birthday soon," Trent said between kisses. "I want to give you an early present." Ashley was only just then beginning to get over the initial shock and was able to respond in a somewhat normal voice, "Whatever you want, Trent. I won't stop you." Trent took her hand and escorted Ashley into the center of the family room with Kayla looking on with much interest. She knew she would not be a direct participant, but watching was going to be fascinating. Trent and Ashley kissed again with Trent's hands this time moving up the front of Ashley's blouse and onto her tits. He unbuttoned the top two buttons and put his hands inside. Ashley was attempting to control her shaking as Trent's hands explored the inside of her shirt. He pressed his body against hers and she felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock. She rubbed it, knowing it would soon be hers. Trent finished unbuttoning the blouse and peered down as he spread it open. He slid it off Ashley's arms and was quick to unhook the bra and also remove it. The nipples were already hard by the time he put his palms on them. He squeezed both tits and Ashley took in a deep breath. Trent leaned down and sucked on the tits until Ashley thought she would cum. She grasped his cock the best she could through his shorts, desperately wanting it inside her pussy. "Get undressed," Trent told her calmly. No time was wasted by Ashley as she took off her shorts and panties. She let Trent gaze at her for a moment. "Turn around," he said. He ran his fingers across her cheeks and down to her pussy. Ashley withheld a gasp when a finger nearly entered her. "Now take off my clothes," Trent said. Ashley gladly began removing his shirt and shorts. She couldn't take her eyes off the outline of his massive cock when he was down to just his underwear. Then she slowly pulled the tight briefs down, letting the erection spring free as she kneeled down. Ashley didn't need him to tell her what to do next. She remained down there, running her tongue up the long, hard shaft. Meanwhile, as quietly as possible, Kayla was opening her shorts and inserting a hand while watching the scene unfold in front of her. If she timed it right, perhaps her orgasm would go unnoticed by the others. Ashley's tongue continued its journey up, down and around Trent's cock. It was just as magnificent as she ever imagined it and she found it hard to believe it was now hers. She kissed the tip one time before putting it between her lips. As the cock entered her mouth, she realized it was easily the biggest she had ever had. Just before reaching the base of the cock, it hit the back of Ashley's throat. She pulled back, caught her breath, and lowered her head on it again. Then she began a blowjob that Trent wouldn't soon forget. Yes, some girls his age preceded Ashley, but it wasn't the same. She knew the right pace; the correct amount of pressure to apply; how to use her hands; and, she took him deeper than any other woman. Kayla rubbed her clit while slouched on the couch, anxiously awaiting the next phase. It came swiftly. "Get on the floor, Ashley. I want to fuck you," Trent told her. No words ever sounded sweeter to Ashley. She lay on her back, staring up at his great erection still glistening from her saliva. She spread her legs. Trent kneeled between them. He bent down and sucked on her tits for a moment, only increasing the need inside Ashley's pussy for attention. She watched him put the cock in place. Kayla was frantically sliding fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched. Her shorts and panties were pushed down her legs. She saw the bulbous head of Trent's cock begin to spread the lips of her sister's pussy apart. God, this was going to be good. Trent pushed forward. As if in slow motion, the cock entered Ashley's soaking wet slit. Ashley closed her eyes and groaned out loud. She pulled up her knees and raised her ass off the floor until he was all the way in. Trent put his hands under her ass and slowly slid in and out one time. Then they settled into a steady rhythm with Ashley's legs wrapped around his waist. She was in heaven and hoped this fuck never ended, although she knew differently. The good looking kid with his huge cock would make her cum...long and hard and fast. Kayla had a hand inside her shirt while her other hand brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. She stared at Trent's perfect ass, rising and falling as his cock slammed into Ashley. She stopped for a moment, knowing she was on the brink. Then she rubbed some more as the murmuring of the pair on the floor indicated they were close, too. Trent's thick hair became more and more tousled as the pace picked up. Ashley's face turned rosy from the excitement of their sex. Kayla could hear the boy's heavy breathing. "Ohhhh fuck!" Ashley cried out. She clung to Trent with her arms around his neck when she came. He thrust his cock into her harder and faster. Ashley shrieked louder and Kayla felt her own orgasm begin to erupt. Together they came for nearly a minute of pure ecstasy. When he was sure Ashley was done, Trent pulled out, stroked his cock a couple times, and spewed cum all over Ashley's tits and stomach, much to her delight. His groans replaced those of the women as shot after shot of cum painted Ashley's body. Eventually, he crawled up and let her suck the last drops of cum from his cock. So turning thirty wasn't as bad as Ashley had thought it would be. In fact, she kind of looked forward to turning forty.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Female Inflation, Offscreen Popping, belly, helium Text: Bzzzt, bzzzt. The Mike's mobile phone vibrated. The call display showed his home number. "Hey there Mandy baby, what's up?" "Are you still at the office? You know today's your birthday." Mandy sounded like she was a little put out. "I just had some files that needed a few minutes of extra work before I left. Do I hear a hissing noise in the background?" "I was going to surprise you. You know that thing we did last month? You know, for my birthday?" Mandy cooed. Mandy had had a drastic weight loss two years before, leaving her skin loose and saggy. Instead of opting for surgery to remove the loose skin and leave her scarred for life, she volunteered for a radical new procedure that would fill her deflated skin with medical grade nitrogen. She would be big, but healthy, with none of the side effects of obesity. It was in this state that she had introduced herself to Mike. Mike was a handsome pharmacist who worked in a private geriatric hospital, and he liked his ladies large. Mandy had the biggest beautiful, tight belly he'd ever seen, her tits defied the laws of gravity, and you could bounce a quarter off her enormous ass. They hit it off through mutual attraction. They were married within six months of meeting. After they were married, Mike found out Mandy was basically a living blow up doll. Being a tinkerer, he had an idea. He bypassed the safety on Mandy's special nitrogen filling system to allow it to accept a helium bottle. Now Mandy could be filled a lot quicker when she wanted to, and watching her grow really turned Mike on. Mandy even teased him by telling him she wanted to get bigger and bigger when she was full. "The helium tank? How could I forget my blow-up babe? Your belly looked like an ad for Goodyear, and your tits were the size of basketballs. Oh, and that ass..." Mike trailed off with a smile on his face. "Well you'd better get home soon or I'm going to take matters into my own hands." Mandy purred. "But babe, do you really think you should have started without me?" Asked Mike, "You know how much I love to watch you grow." "What could go wrong?" Mandy replied. "I'll be right home babe. I'm going to lick your big swollen belly, suck on your rock hard nips, and push deeper than ever before." "That's what I'm talking about!" said Mandy and hung up. Mike quickly packed up his desk, grabbed his coat and headed down the hall for the elevator to the car park. OUT OF SERVICE! Read a note on the elevator door. Shit! Thought Mike, I'm seven floors up. Mike bounded for the stairs taking them three at a time. Puffing he reached the car and leaned against it to catch his breath. BZZZT, BZZZT Mike's mobile rang. "Are you almost here?" Mandy sounded far away and a hissing permeated the background. "Just got to the car." Panted Mike. "WHAT?" "Elevator was down. Had to take stairs." "Mike, you've got to hurry." Said a nervous sounding Mandy. "What's wrong babe?" asked Mike as he stepped into the car and fired the engine up. "I upped the ante a bit." Mandy sounded a bit distant. "I handcuffed myself to the bed. I thought a little bondage play added in to the mix would blow your mind." Mike was nervous. The last time they filled Mandy with helium, it had taken forty five minutes. He had worked fifteen minutes late, and he had a fifteen minute drive ahead of him. "How do you feel?" asked Mike as he put the car into gear. "I'm okay for now, but I'm going to be full soon." answered Mandy. "I'm on my way now babe. I'm going to drive like I'm on fire!" "No don't!" screamed Mandy. "If you get pulled over, it will take too long; I don't want to think about what may happen if you're late." "Good point, fast but legal is the best policy at this moment." Agreed Mike. He couldn't help but notice the hissing in the background, even over his earpiece. As Mike drove he reassured Mandy that everything was going to be fine, that as soon as he got home he'd shut off the gas and fill her with himself. "Oh no, not now." Said a nervous Mike. Ssssssssss..."What is it? What's Wrong?ssssssss..." Mandy was starting to be drowned out by the hiss of helium entering her milky white body. "A bloody fender-bender, everybody's slowing to a crawl for a look. Dammit drive people!" Shouted Mike. Mike looked at his car's clock; helium had been pumping into Mandy for over forty minutes now. He was five minutes from home. Sssssssssss..."I know you'd love to see what I've got on offer here...ssssssssss... my red lace teddy is starting to overflow with some serious boobage"...sssssss "Are you okay babe?" Sssss....sssss "Mandy!" Sssssssssss..."I'm feeling a bit, um funny. I'm full now...ssss...but the helium is still going in...ssssssss...I think I'm stretching a little...ssssss ...how close are you to home?" Mike blew through a stop sign, "I'm on our street now, pulling into the driveway." "...sssssIt hurts Mike, it hurts...sssss...too tight...sssss...all I can see is my cleavage...sssss...so tight...ssss....get up here fast...sssss" Mike was out of the car before it stopped moving, bounding up the front steps of their home. ssssss..."So much......pressure...ssssssss...so.....much"...sssssss... Mandy's voice trailed off. "I'm here babe, unlocking the door now." Mike burst into the foyer and sprinted up the steps that led to the bedroom, not bothering to close the front door behind him. He reached out for the bedroom doorknob. Mandy screamed then there was a deafening BOOOOM!!! Mike, stunned, fell to his knees in the hall, still holding the knob in his hand. The door whipped open, pulling Mike into the room to land at Mandy's red polka dot stilettos. Giggling, she held an enormous burst paper bag in her hands. "You really didn't think I'd start without you, did you?"

Title: Love is More Than a Word by Jonathon Ford Tags: Anal, Fox, M/M, Otter, Romance This story is a work of fiction, but was inspired by simulated actual events. It may contain various acts of yiffery between differing species of the same sex. If such a thing offends you or is against the rules in your area then please read no further. Otherwise read on and enjoy. Comments are always welcomed: [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Love is More Than a Word ©2006 Jonathon "CJ" Ford The south east Queensland sun beat down on Maroochydore airport, much as it had done the day before, typical of an early winter's day. Chris was an otter in his late twenties, who had recently made captain with Sunstate Express airways, and today like most others he worked he was starting his day by inspecting the aircraft that he'd be operating. "How many times have I told Devon that I love him?" He thought to himself as he rounded the tail section of the little nineteen seat EMB-110. Everyone called the aircraft a bandit, simply because no-one could remember the spelling of its proper name. It was a fair enough question as well. He and Devon had been dating for the better part of a year now, and as he thought about it he'd lost count of the number of times he'd uttered that phrase. But that wasn't the thing that was bothering the otter as he checked the back edge of the wing, it was how many times had he said those words and actually truly meant them. That is, not just saying the words to say them, but to say them and have it mean something. It was a thought that was nagging at the forefront of his mind as he turned the four bladed propeller, which rested in front of a powerful Pratt & Whitney engine that would, in under an hour, be seeing him off on the first of seven runs to Coolangatta and back again today. The reason for the mental question had come to a head the previous night when he and his lovely fox, Devon, had been at a company dinner party. At the party Chris had been busily talking with his fellow pilots and the other ground staff about flying in general or how the scheduled fleet upgrade was going. Sunstate Express had been purchasing some new SAAB 340B's to service the higher demand routes, such as the Maroochydore to Coolangatta run that Chris had been doing for the last four months. All through the evening Devon stood on Chris' arm, nodding and playing the perfect mate, and all through the evening Chris pretty well completely ignored him. In fact he probably barely said ten words to him throughout the night, and at no time had he ever acknowledged that he loved him. Even the short drive home was in utter silence. Devon stared out the window of the Mazda 6 as the drove home, looking at the field of stars that passed overhead. It wasn't until they got back to their home, a not overly lavish but comfortable three bedroom place, definately one of the smaller homes on Minyama Island, that Chris said he loved him for the first time all night. "Thanks for coming to the party tonight sweetheart." Chris chirped as connecting door to the house from the garage closed behind his fox. "I know it wasn't all that exciting for you." Devon smiled weakly and nodded, that was the understatement of the year if ever he had heard one. In truth he'd nearly been bored to tears. A fact made worse by his mate, the otter whom he loved more then anything, had taken no notice of his presence the whole evening. Devon looked at his watch and sighed as he read the time. "I think I'm going to go to bed hun." He gave Chris a quick hug before trotting off down the hall. Chris decided to make himself a cup of tea and stay up for a little while longer, so he padded around to the kitchen and put the kettle on. He lent against the counter as he waited for the kettle to boil. When the water was just about ready Chris pushed himself off the counter, turning around and pulling the cozy off the teapot and opening the little ceramic jar that held their current supply of tea bags. By the time the automatic thermostat cut out and turned the now boiling water off, Chris had the strings from the tea bags trimmed and the bags themselves in the pot. Carefully he lifted the kettle from its base and poured the steaming liquid into the pot. He set the kettle back on its base before putting the lid back on the teapot. He used the few minutes while the tea was brewing to get his mug ready. He pulled the milk from the bottom tray of the fridge door, pouring a small amount into his mug before returning it to its place and closing the door with a sweep of his foot paw. He grabbed the artificial sweetener dispenser and shook a pair tablets out into his paw before dropping them into his mug as well. The couple minutes that it took him to wander around the kitchen was enough for the tea to be ready. Chris lifted the ceramic pot from its bed and poured the steaming tea into his mug. Chris padded quietly over to the kitchen table, holding the mug with both paws and savoring its warmth on his pads. Gently he set the mug on the table a started to thumb through the day's paper, picking up where he'd left off this morning before work. After about twenty minutes he finished his tea and folded the paper. It was getting towards half past eleven and he had to start work at seven in the morning. He stretched his arms wide and yawned before getting up and pushing his chair in. He placed the empty mug in the kitchen sink and stalked off down the hall, doing his best to keep his toe claws from clicking on the tiled floor. Chris shed his shirt as he made his way down the hall to their bedroom, his soft chocolate brown fur seemed to catch and hold the dim light of the moon that filtered in through the windows. He folded his shirt over his arm as he slowly eased the door open. Devon was lying in bed on his left side. Chris placed the folded shirt on the dresser before taking a moment just to admire his mate. He always seemed to sleep on his left side Chris thought to himself as he started removing his long pants. Soon they joined his shirt atop the dresser. Left only with his silk boxer shorts Chris made his way over to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth quickly and shuffled out of his boxers, tossing them into the hamper. He ran his paws through his soft fur and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment before flipping out the light and padding softly back towards the bed. Since it had been warm the last few nights Devon had only left the bottom sheet on the bed and its soft fabric brought out ever curve and shape of Devon's body for Chris to see in the moonlight. Chris let his eyes wander over his lover's sleeping form, and it didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't wearing any boxers either. That was all it took to get Chris the beginnings of a hard-on. Quietly he shuffled under the sheets next to his love. Devon felt the bed move slightly and turned over, flopping an arm lazily over Chris' waist. Chris took the opportunity to snuggle in nice and close to Devon. As he wiggled his way right up beside his mate their two bodies pressed together under the sheet. Chris was almost instantly warmed by the thick soft fur of Devon's chest as he nuzzled his short otter muzzle against his lover's shoulder. He could hear Devon murring softly as he dozed and they jostled to find a comfortable position to snuggle into and sleep. As they snuggled Devon became acutely aware of Chris' arousal as his otter cock pressed firmly against his inner thigh. For a moment he just lay there letting the organ press into his soft fur and tuned muscle, but after a minute of just lying there, without opening his eyes he gently kissed Chris on the nose and turned over to face away from him. Chris was almost wondering what was going on as he felt his already hard shaft being dragged through the soft, subtle fur of Devon's thigh, until it again rested against his inner thigh. Devon swished his tail out of the way, exposing his pink tailhole to his mate's maleness. Chris shifted his position and balance slightly, brining the tip of his otterhood to rest right against his mates pucker. Chris wrapped a paw around Devon's chest and pulled his upper body tightly behind his love's. Chris gave Devon a soft lick on the cheek as he steadily pressed the head of his cock against the obstruction before it. As the pressure on his tailhole mounted Devon relaxed slightly, letting the head of Chris' prick slip inside, he gasped at the sudden entry but just as quickly relaxed again as his mate began to slowly feed inch after inch of his nine inch meat under his fox's tail. After nearly a minute of slow, steady pushing Chris' balls rest firmly against Devon's cheeks. Slowly he pulled all but the head of his meat out before thrusting it back in. He settled into a good rhythm thrusting his heart out, and climbing steadily towards his climax. About halfway there he noticed that Devon, who was normal the more vocal of the two during their love making was oddly quiet, almost seeming totally disinterested in the whole affair like he was just going through the motions. Chris tried to ignore it, putting it down to the fact that it had been a long day and he was probably just too tired to be as vocal as normal. But as he continued thrust away he found it terribly off putting. It got to the point where it was all he could think about and so he stopped mid thrust and pulled his wet and still needy cock from its tight confines before leaning over almost half on top of Devon. After a moment of just lying there in utter silence, save for some heavier then normal breathing, Chris rested his chin on Devon's shoulder. "What's the matter hun?" he asked quietly, "You not your usual self this evening." Devon snuffled slightly before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "The problem is I stood there beside you all through that party this evening while you talked with your work friends and other people that you hardly know, and all that time you never once acknowledged that I was there or introduced me to anyone." He said as tears began to well in his deep blue eyes. "When we go out it's almost as if I'm not there." Devon added as the first of the tears rolled down his muzzle. "Hey come on now." Chris cooed softly as he shuffled his way up to sit next to him. "You know I love you." He said wiping a tear from the side of Devon's muzzle. "How many times have you said you love me Chris? And how many of those did you truly mean what you said?" Devon said, before sinking back down into the bed with his back to Chris and snuffled himself to sleep. It had caught Chris totally of center. He shuffled back down into bed as he considered the question. Chris almost felt like giggling at his mate's feelings, but he knew that that would only make matters worse so he kept that impulse buried. Devon snuffled and sniffled in his sleep next to him as he lay there, looking at the ceiling trying to contemplate exactly what he should or even could say to Devon in the morning. Mentally he started going over the times when he'd uttered that phrase in their relationship. He lost count of the number as his mind grew more and more tired, he didn't know when he fell asleep, just that his mind was a jumble when he did. It seemed like only a second had passed as his wristwatch beeped softly in his ear that it was time to get up. Chris shuffled around his side of the bed for a moment before looking over to where Devon was still sound asleep. Silently he slipped out of bed and to the second bathroom down the hall, not wanting to wake Devon. His mind still played over what he'd been told last night as he brushed his teeth and ate his breakfast. He finished quickly and sat at the kitchen table with pen in paw and a notepad open on the table. Time and time again Chris would lower his pen to the page and then jerk it back as he tried to think of the right words to express how he felt. A tear welled in the corner of one big brown eye as he lent on the table staring down at the blank page that seemed to mock him with its sheer emptiness. But the tear refused to leave his eye until he brushed it away with the back of his paw. Finally something that at least made some sort of coherent sense came to mind and he scribbled it down on the pad before he hurried out the door in order to avoid being late for work. On the drive to the airport Chris thought about what he'd written on the pad and about the question still burning a hole in his mind. He'd never been much good at expressing his feelings and the seemingly poor excuse for an apology that he'd left for Devon to find when he woke up was testament to that fact. He had just pulled into the carpark for Sunstate Express staff when the idea hit him. Devon's favorite flower was a special Australian rose. They were deep crimson and smelled heavenly, but only a few florists in the local area actually stocked them. Chris was sure that he could manage to sneak a few minutes during flight planning this morning to call around and get a bunch sent to the house. Switching off the engine of his car Chris stared out the windshield and past the boundary fence to the three aircraft parked at their gates. He sighed as he slid out of the driver's seat and placed his captain's hat on. He trailed his paw across the hood of Mazda as he walked around to the passenger side and hefted his flight bag from the seat. He pushed the door shut firmly and pressed the button on his keys to arm the alarm system. Chris swiped his ASIC pass through the reader beside the staff entrance door and pushed the frosted tempered glass door open. He let the door swing shut behind him, waiting until it had clicked closed again before heading to the flight crew locker room to put what he wouldn't be needing out of his flight bag away. He poured himself a cup of coffee and lifted a phonebook from behind the small reception desk. With coffee in one paw and directory in the other he pushed the door into the flight planning room open with his hip, swiveling gracefully to let the door close behind his tail again. He flipped through the pages of the book until he found the section that had all the florists listed. Pulling his cellular from his pants pocket he searched the page for the number of the florist the he always used. It took a minute, but he finally located the number. He dialed and waited for someone on the other end to pick up. When they finally did answer Chris asked if they had any of the roses in stock. The attendant on the other end of the line apologized saying that they had sold out just the other day and wouldn't be getting anymore in until later in the week. But he did suggest another store to try, since they normally had them. Chris thanked the person for their help and pressed the button to finish the call before dialing the new number. "Hello, Sunshine Flowers this is Jenny." A feminine voice said. "Hi Jenny, it's Chris Gram, I was hoping that you might have some Australian Blood Roses." "I think we do Chris, but just hang on one second and I'll check to be sure." Jenny said before pressing the button to put the otter on hold. About fifteen seconds later Jenny's voice reappeared, "You there Chris?" she said. "Yep, I'm still here." "Good, I just looked and we do have some in at the moment." Chris breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great Jenny, umm, do you guys deliver?" "Yes we do, right across the coast." "Perfect. Can I get a half dozen and I'll give you the address." Chris said, before giving her his address and his credit card details to pay for the purchase. "Now would you like a card to go with these Chris?" Jenny asked. "Yes I would," Chris replied, "Just put on it "Please forgive me." "Well that's all done then. Those should be delivered before lunch today." "Thank you very much Jenny, you've been a great help." Chris said before hanging up the phone. Chris put the phone book away and picked up a copy of his flight plan and passenger list before heading out to the tarmac to inspect his aircraft for the day and to supervise its refueling. Chris was just walking around the nose of the aircraft to open the main cabin door when Trevor, an older and rather lean built Badger pulled up in front of the left paw engine in the refueling truck. Chris unlocked and opened the air stair door, stepping up and putting his gear down on the floor of the aircraft before going over to say hello to Trevor. "Morning Trevor," Chris said as the badger stepped down from the cab of the fuel truck, "Looks like a nice day for it." "Yes it does in deed." Trevor replied taking the offered paw and shaking it firmly. Despite Trevor's rather slight build he had a very strong grip, which caught nearly everyfur by surprise, but Chris had known the old badger for a while so he knew what to expect and he suspected that most badger's where the same way. Chris pulled the load and trim sheet out of his shirt pocket and unfolded it before handing it to Trevor, who looked at the fuel that was required to be added. The badger nodded and noted the figure on his clipboard before handing the sheet back. Chris knew Trevor well enough to know that he'd get the fuel right and so set about doing his inspection of the aircraft. Even though he'd sent the flowers and done his best to word out some semblance of an apology to Devon that damned question still lingered in his mind as he worked his way around the aircraft. Chris had made it around the aircraft and just finished getting his gear sorted out in the left paw seat of the aircraft before Trevor finished his refueling of the little commuter. Chris hopped off the stairs and signed the fuel receipt, collecting his copy before giving the old badger's paw another shake. He slipped the fuel docket into the aircraft's folder and stowed it back behind the right paw seat. Chris settled into the left paw seat as he watched one of the Sunstate Express ground crew, a platypus that couldn't have been any older then twenty connect the Ground Power Unit to the power point above the nose gear. After he connected the plug the platypus stepped back and turned flipped the switch on the GPU and looked up at Chris through the cockpit side window. As the platypus hit the switch all the electronics on the flight deck powered up, the gyros for the turn coordinators began to spin up, GPS/COM systems came alive, their color screens showing the various self tests being carried out. Chris shot the marsupial a thumbs up, which was returned before the platypus turned and walked off to tend to one of the other aircraft that would be going out today. Chris' mind worked trying to find the right way to say "I love you" to Devon when he got home this afternoon. Idly he punched in the waypoints on the number one GPS flight plan page, entering point after point without really thinking about them. He was so lost in his own little world that he didn't notice his first officer for the day, a thirty something badger named Glen, as he slid into the right paw seat. Chris jumped slightly when he noticed a black striped paw reaching across his to tune a radio frequency. "Jesus Glen," He said, "How long have you been there?" Glen grinned at the slightly smaller and slightly younger otter, "About two minutes I guess. You were so caught up in your own little world that I didn't want to disturb you." "Thanks Glen. I guess I was a bit preoccupied there." Chris, smiling back weakly. "So who's going to be Pilot Flying for the first leg this morning?" Chris asked as he pressed one last button to cross fill the flight plan from one GPS to the other. "I'll flip you for it." Glen said, before pulling a fifty cent coin from his shirt pocket. "Call it." he said flipping to coin so that it just barely missed touching the roof. "Heads." Chris called as his eyes watched the coins rapid spin. Glen caught the coin expertly in his right paw and slapped it over onto the back of his left in one fluid movement. When he moved his paw out of the way Queen Elizabeth the Second's image stared up at them. "Well looks like it's my first leg this morning." Chris said, clipping a blank piece of paper to the flat writing space of his control column. Chris pressed a button on the audio selector panel, sending the feed from one of the two navigation radios through to the flight deck loudspeaker. At first all that could be heard was the recurring dah dah, dah dit dah dit of the Morse code that told them what station they had tuned. Pushing another button on one of the radios, a female voice became super imposed. "Maroochydore terminal information Alpha, Runway 18, Wind Southerly at seven knots." The recording carried on for another ten seconds or so detailing the air pressure, visibility, and temperature. All of which Chris copied onto his notepad before deselecting the loudspeaker and lifting his headset from the side panel. After getting the earphones to sit over his ears properly Chris made a call to the ground controller in order to get his airways clearance to the Gold Coast. Chris wrote down all the particulars of the clearance before reading them back to the controller and getting them crosschecked by Glen. As the first of the passengers started to file out of the terminal building Glen slipped out of his seat, "I'll get the passengers seated and get the safety brief out of the way before we start engines." He said before slipping out the cockpit door. Chris nodded as he started to set up the various switches for starting the engines with the external power. He could hear Glen on the other side of the door giving the passengers directions to their seats. Once the last passenger was onboard and seated Glen started with the safety briefing, running through all the normal bits and pieces about emergency exits and use of seatbelts. As Glen was running through the briefing in the cabin Chris watched the baggage cart drive back to the terminal parking area, a quick glance at the annunciator panel confirmed that the baggage door was properly closed and locked. Glen made his way down the aisle checking that each of the passengers had their seatbelts done up properly. After he got back to the front of the cabin he grabbed the handrail of the stairs and pulled the door up, pulling it closed and rotating the handle to the locked position. In the cockpit Chris kept his eye on the amber cabin door light. As Glen moved the latch over to the locked position the light extinguished and Chris reached up to the overhead panel and flipped on the aircraft's two rotating beacons, to advise anyone on the ground that they were about to start. Glen pulled his two shoulder harness straps down and clipped them into his lap belt. Out in front of the aircraft the platypus ground technician held up his left paw showing the number two then held up his right paw and drew a clockwise circle in the air. Chris flipped the starter and a low hum filled the air as the right engine started turning. Once the engine rpm passed 14% Glen pushed the fuel lever forward, the engine instruments began to so increases in temperature and fuel flow before peaking just below the maximum and dropping back to normal. Once the noise from the right engine stabilized the marsupial out the front dropped one finger on his left paw, giving the signal to start the left engine. Within a minute both engines were running normally and Chris pushed the prop levers up into the take-off range. The aircraft shuddered briefly as the two four bladed propellers moved into the forward thrust range, the prop rpm gauges in front of Chris and Glen showed the props had stabilized. Glen brought the aircraft's engine generators online before giving the ground staff the thumbs up to disconnect the GPU. The young platypus trotted up to the nose of the aircraft and unplugged the heavy power cable, securing the cover plate before hoisting the cable over his shoulder and trudging his way back to the power cart. Glen tuned the radio frequencies for the departure, since they never changed from on day to the next. Chris checked the correct one was set at the moment before making his next radio call. "Maroochydore Ground SE 1980 request taxi and we have information Alpha." "SE 1980 good morning Chris. Taxi holding point Bravo 1 for runway 18 contact tower entering the runway." "Holding point Bravo 1 contact tower entering, SE 1980." Chris edged the throttles forward in order to get the loaded bandit off the flat spots that sitting overnight had created in the tires. With a gentle bump the aircraft began to move forward. Chris had his left paw resting on the steering tiller, as the aircraft lumbered away from its parking position he pulled the swing arm to the right and got the plane to start turning. AS he passed about the halfway point of the turn Chris pulled the throttles back to idle to prevent blowing an inordinate amount of dust into the faces of the ground techs and the front of the terminal. As they approached the holding point at Bravo 1 Glen pressed the button to switch from ground to tower. "Maroochydore Tower SE 1980, ready, request backtrack." "SE 1980, Maroochydore Tower, cleared to backtrack and line up runway 18 cross runway 12." "Backtrack and line up runway 18, Cross runway 12. SE 1980" As they slowly made their way down the kilometer of runway to the threshold Glen read out the various pre take-off checklist items. By the time that they reached the end of the runway all but the last three items were completed and the final ones had to wait until they turned around anyway. Chris pulled the steering arm to the right briefly, letting the aircraft swing off the centerline, before throwing the tiller hard to the left and giving the left brake a gentle squeeze with his footpaw. With the combined effect the little airliner just about pivoted on its left main tire as it swung around to face south. Chris took his time getting the aircraft lined up properly and the nose wheel nice and straight. Now that they were pointing the correct way Glen called out the last three items of the checklist and waited for Chris to reply to each before finally saying the checklist was completed. "SE 1980 cleared for take-off. Turn left to set course." Said the tower controller. "Cleared for take-off with a left turn to set course, SE 1980." Chris replied, before laying his paw on the throttles. Chris edged the throttles forward slowly. He paused briefly at 50% to allow the two engines to get synchronized, before pushing them all the way up to full power. As the needles passed through 75% Chris let his footpaws off the brakes. The little bandit leapt forward off of its mark like a sprinter off the blocks at a starter's pistol. After the initial jump in acceleration, the aircraft steadily gained momentum as meter after meter of runway rolled past. "80 knots." Glen called out, looking at his airspeed indicator. Chris glanced down at his when he heard Glen say eight and watched as the pointer passed smoothly through the 80 knot hash mark. There was a brief pause as the aircraft continued to increase in speed. Then Glen called out "Rotate." At the command Chris smoothly pulled back on the control column, after a few inches of travel the nose of the aircraft lifted, parting the nose wheel from the grooved bitumen of the runway. The main gear followed suit a second or so later with a gentle thumping sound as the weight of the aircraft became solely supported by her wings. The instruments confirmed that the aircraft was starting to climb normally as the vertical speed indicator showed 700 feet per minute positive and the altimeter showed them passing fifty feet. Chris kept his gaze fixed on the instruments, "Gear up." He commanded as the big hand on the altimeter passed 80 feet without pause. Glen reached for the handle, pulling it out before moving it to the "UP" position. The three little green lights that showed the gear was locked down extinguished and the red "Transit" light illuminated. Glen hadn't even moved his paw off the handle when a god almighty BANG erupted through the cabin. The aircraft yawed violently to the left and the annuciator panel lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree. Chris pushed hard on the right rudder to try and compensate for the massive yaw to the left. Glen started to work through the engine failure checklist as Chris struggled to remain in control of the damaged plane. With alarm after alarm ringing in the cockpit Chris noticed that the aircraft wasn't climbing anymore, in fact the altimeter was slowly winding back down through 100 feet. The ground was getting larger and larger in the windscreen and one of Chris' main problems was the ten foot tall perimeter fence that was coming up more quickly then he'd like. He continued to battle and keep the wings level, but he was running out of control travel and the remaining engine just wasn't producing enough power. If they could have seen what the passengers were looking at on the left wing, the reason for the poor performance would have been very apparent. One of the left hand engine propeller blades and fractured and broken off. With the massive vibration caused by the missing blade the engine had nearly torn itself completely free of the wing. In fact Chris probably would have wished that it had, but with the engine and the remains of the prop sticking straight up in the airflow over the wing, the other engine just couldn't produce the power required to overcome the drag on the airframe, all this lead to the net result that the aircraft was now on a rather short one way trip to the ground. Chris glanced over at Glen as the badger grabbed the PA mic. "Brace for impact." He shouted into the microphone. He dropped the handset between his seat and the center console as Chris kept up his losing battle for control. Chris watched as the airport's perimeter fence slipped below the nose as the one still turning propeller missed the top strand of barbed wire by a mere inch or two. The next concern was the road that ran across the flight path of the runway just a few short meters past the fence. Chris looked to his left just in time to see the blue Holden Commodore, which had no chance of missing the falling aircraft. The car and airplane slammed together, the car impacting just behind the cockpit. The impact of the car skewed the aircraft violently to the left. The impact with the ground was just as violent. The last thing that went through Chris' mind as he felt the inertia reels on his shoulder straps lock was "I'm so sorry Devon." After that everything went black. The aircraft and combined car slid to a halt in the open field across the road. Acrid, thick, black smoke plumed up from the wreckage. On board the aircraft passengers moaned as they began to try and move about, feeling all their various injuries. In the control tower the controllers had seen the explosion of the engine and watched as the aircraft began to slowly fall from the sky. The ground controller had reached over slapped the crash alarm, alerting fire and ambulance crews. Two of the airport's three fire tenders were speeding down the taxiways towards the rising plume of smoke within a minute, as the ambulance and paramedic car raced down the airport's main road. The lead fire truck didn't even bother to slow down as it reached the locked perimeter bump gate. The restraining chain and lock giving way easily under the impact of the heavy vehicle. It took under two minutes for the fire tenders to arrive at the scene of the crash. The lead truck quickly started his water canon on the roof of the cabin, sending a mix of water and fire retarding foam over the smoking and smoldering left wing. Within seconds the wing was completely encased in thick foam as the paramedics from the second truck and the ambulance crew rushed to the aircraft. A large white tiger dressed in full fire gear hefted the gas powered buzz saw from the equipment compartment and began to cut an entry into the wreckage. A few of the passengers who had managed to escape serious injury pushed out the right over wing exit and began to clamber out of the aircraft, each was met by a paramedic and escorted around to the back of the one waiting ambulance. The sound of approaching sirens could be heard over the shrieking of the saw as it cut and tore its way through the aluminum fuselage. Soon two, then three, and finally four additional ambulances pulled to a halt in the open field. Police cars followed shortly after and officers kept the growing crowd of bystanders back to a safe distance as others quickly blocked off traffic in both directions. Once the tiger finally got the hole cut in the fuselage of the aircraft he stepped aside as his partners rushed into the aircraft to free the remaining trapped passengers. Firemen walked a few of the less severely injured passengers out of the new door that they'd created, handing them off to other paramedics. The paramedics treated the minor cuts and other injuries quickly before shipping the passengers off to nearby Nambour General Hospital for further treatment. By now as one ambulance left another from one of the other stations pulled in. One paramedic tried the cockpit door, but found that it was jammed shut by the twisted bulkhead that it was hinged to. He motioned to one of the nearby firemen who quickly retrieved the buzz saw and cut away the two hinges. With the hinges no longer holding the door the paramedic dragged it open and stepped inside. Glen was leaning back in his seat with his left paw pressed tightly over a deep cut on his forehead that had been caused be a flying piece of glass from a side window that had shattered in the impact. The paramedic reached over Glen's shoulder and unclipped his seatbelt before half lifting, half dragging him from his seat. A second paramedic waited beside the cockpit door and helped pack Glen off to a waiting ambulance. The first paramedic quickly returned to the cockpit and looked Chris over. Chris was slumped forward over the control column. His once clean white shirt was soaked red with blood from a gash on the back of his head. His right footpaw stuck out from behind the center console at a very odd angle and the paramedic couldn't tell whether or not he was breathing. Placing his latex gloved paw against Chris' neck he could feel a weak pulse. The paramedic stuck his head out of the cockpit door and told his partner to get a stretcher and to radio the rescue helicopter to be ready to take-off immediately. The paramedic pulled Chris' limp body from the left paw seat and laid him on the stretcher that had been brought from a waiting ambulance. It was a quick forty second dash from the crash site to the rescue helicopter base. As the ambulance pulled in the flight medic and crew chief rushed from the building. They had their helmets on and were ready to fly. The ambulance had barely managed to stop before they were throwing open the back doors and pulling the stretcher, complete with patient from the back. They pushed the stretcher quickly through the building and around the back of the helicopter as it sat on the pad. The two pilots at the controls had the engines running and the blades turning as their crewmates loaded their precious cargo in through the big clamshell doors at the back. Once Chris was loaded and secured both medics hopped aboard. The crew chief gave the pilot in the right paw seat a quick tap on the shoulder, signaling that they were ready to go. "Maroochydore Tower, Rescue 511, request taxi and airways clearance for the Royal Brisbane Hospital, Med 1." "Rescue 511, Maroochydore Tower, cleared immediate departure, track direct to the RBH." "Direct to the RBH, Rescue 511." The pilot in the left paw seat said as the pilot in the right paw seat smoothly lifted the big helicopter from its pad. Soon the helicopter was speeding over the ground on its way to the hospital, the two paramedics in the back kept a close watch on all of Chris' vital signs as the two pilots steered the craft. The rhythmic humming beat of the chopper's four main rotor blades managed to pull Chris back into conciseness. He tried to open his eyes but found that the small amount of sunlight that they let in and the strobe effect of the spinning blades made his head pound worse then it already was. He tried to move slightly but found that he was strapped down securely. One of the paramedics laid a gloved paw over his. Chris tried to say something but all that came out of his muzzle was incoherent babble. Then everything faded to darkness again. Twenty-five minutes after rescue 511 departed Maroochydore it was setting down on the rooftop helipad of Royal Brisbane Hospital, a team of doctors and nurses waited by the elevator to receive their patient. The two paramedics quickly hopped out of the side door and pulled Chris from the back of the helicopter. As they began to wheel him over to the waiting doctors the medical team came forward meeting the medics about halfway the crew chief gave the doctors a brief rundown on their newest patient, before returning to the helicopter and getting back into the air for their next run. Back on the coast Devon sat at home looking at the half dozen roses that Chris had sent him. Chris' attempted apology rested on the kitchen table under Devon's folded paws, the ink was runny in a few places where Devon's tears had landed on the paper. He knew it was always a struggle for Chris to try and put his feelings into words and the note from the flowers along with his letter from the morning showed that he'd done his best to express the way he really felt. Devon was just staring into the roses, nursing a coffee when the doorbell rang. He wiped the last bit of moisture from the sides of his muzzle before he got up to answer the door. "Yes." He said as he opened the door slowly. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the two uniformed police officers standing on his front step. "Mr. Devon Bradmen?" the first officer, a large lion, asked as he removed his cap. "Yes." Devon managed to squeak out. "I'm Inspector Reed and this is Sergeant Fieldmen, we're with the Queensland police service. Are you Chris Gram's significant other?" "Yes." Devon was just about to start sobbing. "There's been an accident involving Mr. Gram and he's been taken to the Royal Brisbane Hospital for treatment. He is expected to recover, but he's in a serious condition." Inspector Reed said. "I don't have any way to get down there." Devon managed between sniffles. At least it wasn't as bad as he'd first feared. "Sergeant Fieldmen and I can take you down." Replied Inspector Reed without missing a beat. "Oh. Ok, just give me a minute to lock up." Devon said still trying not to break down totally. A few minutes later Devon and the two officers sped off down the Bruce highway towards Brisbane. The drive was made a bit shorter by the fact that Inspector Reed left his lights and siren on the whole time and only rarely dropped his speed below 130 kph down the highway. But for the hour and a quarter that passed as they drove into the heart of the city Devon never said a word and just sniffled as a few tears that he couldn't hold back rolled down the fur at the sides of his muzzle. At the hospital the two officers escorted Devon to the waiting room and helped him through the red tape and mound of forms that needed filling out as he waited for news about Chris. About ten minutes after starting to fill out the paperwork the two officers departed. Devon thanked them for getting him down here. They both simply nodded before heading back up to the coast and their own mountain of paperwork. Devon waited in the lobby for what seemed to be an eternity until a nurse came over and told him that Chris was out of surgery and that he could go and see him now. Devon wasted no time getting up to Chris' room. He stood by his lover's bed and looked at the slick, glossy brown fur. A few places still showed hints of crimson. His right leg was set in plaster and a tube run over one ear, under his nose where a pair of small outlets pushed oxygen into his system, then over the other ear and back behind his head. Devon gently stroked Chris' left paw as the last of his mental strength gave out and he began to sob uncontrollably. His whole body shook with each breath he took as tears streamed from his eyes and down the sides of his muzzle. He planted his head on the sheets, his forehead resting on Chris' paw as he cried. Soon the sheet beneath his face was soaked and he twisted, flopping heavily into a chair beside the bed. Devon didn't know how long he continued to cry or even when he passed out from lack of energy. Two days passed much the same way as Devon slept beside Chris' bed, refusing the nurse's repeated requests that he get a proper nights rest. On the third morning Chris groaned softly and slowly opened his eyes. Only to screw them shut again as the bright artificial light caused a splitting headache to envelope him. He moved his paw slightly until it brushed against something. The something was soft, warm, and fur covered. The brushing of Chris' paw against his stirred Devon from his sleep and he stood up quickly to look down at his mate. Chris could hear the shuffling of footpaws beside him as Devon stood up. Slowly and carefully he opened his eyes again, ignoring the returning headache until his vision cleared enough for him to see Devon's face looking down at him. Devon smiled softly and gently rubbed his mate's paw as he looked down at him. Chris managed to smile back weakly. He worked his muzzle a few times as he gazed back into Devon's eyes. He took in the dark tracks that had been worn into his fur beside his muzzle from what must have been a massive amount of crying. "I'm so very sorry Devon." Chris managed to say softly. "I've been a complete fool and neglected you. I love you more then anything else in this world and from now on I intend to prove it." Devon smiled back and wiped a few tear from his eye, "I love you more then anything as well Chris." The End... 20-04-06 Note: This story has an alternate ending as well which I will post if you wish me to do so.

Title: Dusty and Dark by Shadow Stallion Tags: Anal, Bestiality, Fox, M/M, Oral, Short, Stallion, Zoophilia, ranch \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Warning! The following story contains acts of sex between two males, an anthro fox and a stallion (Bestiality). If you are sensitive about gay sex and or bestiality stop reading now! Otherwise, enjoy the story! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* This story is about Dusty, an 18 year old male fox living with his parents on their ranch. This is about Dustys first sexual experience with Dark, one of the stallions on the ranch. Dusty opened the doors to the stable and went in, letting the warm summer sun shine into the large building. The young fox went past the first rows of boxes without showing much interest for the horses inside. This morning, he was going to take a ride on his favorite horse. Dusty went on until he came to the fifth box on the left, stopped in front of it and looked at the pitch black horse inside. The large stallion looked back at Dusty with his dark eyes, recognizing the fox. "- Hey there Dark" the fox said, stroking the stallions head "What about a ride?" The stallion raised his ears, carefully listening to the fox, eager to come out in the wonderful weather. "Just wait a second boy and I'll go and get your saddle" Dusty said in a calm voice and went of towards the equipment room looking for a saddle. The walls in the equipment room were covered with helmets, saddles, halters, riding clothes and so on. The fox quickly grabbed a halter and a saddle of the wall and went back to Dark with the saddle over his left arm and the halter in his right paw. He went on to Darks box and placed the things on the floor, opened the box door and led out Dark in the walkway. When Dusty bent down to get the saddle, he noticed something between the stallion's legs. When he took a closer look he saw the stallions erect member hanging down between Darks thighs. Since his dad owned the ranch, this wasn't the first time Dusty saw this, but lately, he had been much more interested about the stallions on the ranch. He also noticed that his own prick started to get hard. He knew that this was what he had been fantasizing about for long now but he knew it was a completely different thing to really do it. He recognized that it wasn't considered normal for furs to have sex with quadruped animals, It would surely make many of his friends reject him if it got out. But if he was going to do it, now was the right moment. The rest of his family was in the city shopping so he was home alone. But was he going to do it? After a short consideration with himself, he went over and closed the stable doors, then turned to Dark with his whole body trembling. Dusty placed himself under the big stallion, but to his disappointment was Darks erection over, now only his sheath visible. "Let's see if we can give you that hard cock you had before" Dusty said to Dark with his sexiest voice while he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He quickly removed his pants and boxers freeing his own, now rock hard cock, eager to get started. Dusty slowly moved his muzzle towards the stallions sheath and started to lick it with long strokes. He could feel how Dark started to shiver and soon, the stallion's member started to grow. Dusty stopped licking. Instead, he took the half erected horse cock in his muzzle and slowly started to suck it sending waves of pleasure through the stallion. Darks member started to grow faster. Soon, Dusty got some trouble sucking the thick cock without scratch it with his sharp teeth, but in some way he managed to do it. Now, the stallions cock had grown to its full 25 inches. As Dusty continued sucking, soaking the massive cock with his saliva, he felt how the stallion started to pant heavily. As he felt this, Dusty started to massage the cock's base with his right paw making pre flow from the stallion's member into the fox's mouth. Dusty quickly swallowed all of the tasty fluid. With his other paw, Dusty started to play with the stallions balls, making the horse even hornier. With his muzzle, well wetted by Darks pre, Dusty started to suck harder and faster making the stallion shot more cum into Dustys muzzle who gladly swallowed all of it. Dusty felt that Dark was close to cumming now, to speed things up; he took both of his paws, stroking up and down over the whole stallionhood. This was enough to send Dark over the edge, a flood of cum splashed into the fox's mouth. The cum Dusty didn't managed to swallow ran down his cheeks and soaked his chest and stomach, soaking his fur. Dark spayed cum for a good minute before he finally relaxed and stood, panting from exhaustion, Dusty got up on his feet, gently stroking the stallion talking to him with a sexy voice: "Well wasn't that nice Dark, I didn't know you were such a stud." Dark looked at him and gave Dusty a couple of licks which gave the stallion a good taste of himself making Dusty giggle when the soft tongue tickled him.. Suddenly, Dark lay down on the floor rolling over on his back, giving Dusty a good look on the stallions still fully erected cock. It was like the stallion was begging for more. This time, Dusty didn't hesitate one second, he quickly went down on his knees and positioned himself behind the stallion's hind legs and locked on his own, rock hard cock. "Now, it's your time to be my bitch" the fox said with his horny voice, stroking the stallions balls. With a quick motion, Dusty entered Darks ass with his foxhood making the stallion tremble of excitement and surprise. At first, Dusty was amazed by the incredible tightness and warmth from the stallion's ass but soon, he continued to push the rest of his cock into the stallion sending wonderful sensations through them both. Dusty could feel how he started to leak pre soaking the stallion's thigh ass making it easier to enter. In the meantime, the stallion were lying on the floor panting heavily, dripping his own pre over his stomach, really enjoying being fucked. Dusty started to thrust his hips, making his cock sliding in and out the stallion's ass stimulating Darks prostate. To increase the pleasure for Dark, Dusty started to glide his paws up and down over the stallion's member, pawing of the horse, making Dark quiver and spray additional cum onto himself. Dusty could feel how his own orgasm was rising; he started to thrust faster and harder stimulating himself and the stallion more and more. The increased tempo was too much for Dark, the stallion started to shake, spurting loads of cum over him covering his belly with the sticky white fluid. The stallion's orgasm sent spasms through his ass massaging the fox's cock. This was enough to send the fox over the edge too, giving him a powerful orgasm. Dusty moaned as he shot his load of cum into the stallion's tight ass, groaning in pleasure. Dusty continued to hump the horse with short, fast strokes filling up the stallion's hot ass with the sweet cum. After a while, Dusty stopped pumping Dark and relaxed, leaning forward to rest on the stallion's stomach, getting his cheek all wet by horses cum. The two of them remained in that position for minutes, just enjoying each other. After a while however, Dusty slid out his now soft cock from Darks ass to have time to clean up the sticky mess before the rest of the family would arrive home. Dusty sat in the kitchen when he heard the family's car drive up on the front yard and parked next to his land rover. The family stepped out, carrying lots of stuff. His dad entered the door throwing down a pair of boots on the floor next to him. "I hope you didn't have too boring while we were away son?" his father asked the young fox, "No, I have had a pretty good time actually" Dusty replied, hard to hide the big smile spreading over his muzzle... /Mike the Shadow Stallion

Title: The Scent of a Lover Part 4 by Castro Talon Tags: Anger, Character Development, Human, Plot Development, Vampire, Werewolf, tragic **What?! Part 4 already?! Yes i know its a bit soon to write the next story but to be honest i was very disappointed about how part 3 turned out. There were alot of grammar mistakes because my computer was lagging and i am sorry today my computer is working much better! Anyway this part might be a bit shorter then the rest of my parts because it will only involve Talbains past. Enjoy and tell me what you think about it! P.S this story will still be in Talbains view the next one will return to Collin's view.** After i shut the door with all of my might i started to punch the bed as hard as i could leaving great sinkholes in it. But that was nowhere near enough to put my rage to rest. I put my hands down under the bed and flipped over on its other side and hear a small crash from the bedframe. I ripped apart the blankets and pillows until there were nothing but peice of soft cotton. I then began to punch the dressers and the cabinets breaking off big peices of wood with every blow. Tears were flowing down my face on the humuliating and painful memories about my past but i still had so much rage to release. I picked up what was left of the dresser and threw it outside the window breaking it with a mighty crash and leaving fragments of glass all over the floor. Then I howled loudly and furiously at the stars and partial moon nearly letting my wild side take over me. Without looking i punched at an object in the wall and when i opened my eyes from the peices of more glass hitting my face i saw i broke the wall mirror in my room. I looked at it for awhile still breathing heavily and growling from my destruction before. I saw a horrible creature monsterous and vicious with his claws and teeth showing. It almost looked feral but as i continued to look at it my rage seemed to be departing. That creature was me i was turning feral because of what those vampire told me. "I am not that weak, I am better then them" I told myself I know i'm better then vampires, monsters with no values or morals I cannot stoop to their level of dealing with things. I am no feral i am not a mindless beast that should be put down for its own good. I know I am capable of doing great things and i intend to do so! Not far infront of ferals are humans. Ingorent little whelps! So many off them so capable of great things yet they still harm us and each other for such little matters. I will never become a being so blind to everything around them, living life with such little meaning and hardly begin recognized for it! I will be know throughout history! And hunters MONSTERS! Killing and pillaging anything that isn't a human! believing just because they are not human they can kill them without any consequences or worry for payback later! I hate those loathesome beasts they have done nothing for us and are a stain on the earth they- Then a jolt came into my mind. "But who's house am i living in right now?" a good part of me asked myself. "Collin's." i replied slowly knowing the reply "And what is Collin?" it asked ".....A hunter" I replied back to it hanging my head in shame "Yes, Collin is a hunter and despite you being a werewolf he still let you lived here without hardly asking a thing of you." the good side said "I know" I replied faintly and sadly "He could have killed you, left your body to rot in the sun, and take your claws and fangs as a trophy but instead he gave you a home, cooked your meals, and saved your life from those vampires and this is how you repay him? This is how you say thank you?" I looked around at the destruction i caused and hanged my head even lower in shame and realized how ungrateful i was. "No" i replied faintly again "You still did it. You destroyed your room because of what those vampires told you and Collin even offered you to talk about it, if you wanted to but instead you decide to break part of his house?" "I am sorry I-" "I am not the one you should be apologizing too Talbain." It told me "I know the next morning i will apologize to Collin and if he asks it of me i will leave his house and never return. But not before i tell him." I said to my good side confidently "Tell him what?" "My past" I went over to the wreck bed and began to set it back up without any pillows of covers and slept on it. This maybe will be the last time i sleep in a bed. Collin gave so much for me when he wasn't obligated to but he still did it and he did it with a smile without worrying about the consequences for it later. I need to tell him i'm sorry. And if by some miracle he forgives me maybe.....someday......we could be friends. The sun finally reached to the postion to shine in sunlight into my room and wake me up. This is it, i have to tell Collin i'm sorry and my past. I hope it goes well. I opened my slightly cracked door and looked around but didn't see Collin. I sniff the air and smelled a scent coming from the same place as before but with a different aroma. Was Collin cooking again? I walked dwon stairs slowly and quietly ready for a hostile greeting when i entered the kitchen. When i turned the corner i saw Collin making pancakes and sausage. I took a few more steps forward before Collin noticed me. Instead of a usual smile he gave me a concerned looked obiviously wondering how i would react this morning I sighed softly to myself and tried to get Collin on his good side. "Good morning Collin." "Morning" he said returning to his cooking without emotion. "Collin I want to apologize about what i said before. I took out my anger at you. You, the least person who deserves it now. You even offered politely to talk about it and i simply lost it. I know you didn't deserve that and out of all the kindness you showed my in these last few days i realized i was wrong to blame you and tell you that talking could never fix anything. I should have known better after you gave me a house, food, and even saved my life that you were only meaning well. And i like the monster i am repayed you with horrible words and broke my gifts from you to me like a spoiled child. Please Collin, i am not asking you to forgive me because i don't deserve but i want you to know that i'm sorry for what i did" I hanged my head down and looked up waiting for his response. Collin push the pans away and unbelievably gave a smile like all the times before. "Its okay Talbain. I figured you had a bad past but despite every warning in my head in asked you anyway if you wanted to talk about it. I admit you did scare me a bit from your destruction last night and i wondered if you wanted to leave." "If you want me to leave Collin you only have to ask" i said hoping for a miracle "I don't want you to leave Talbain. Not only because of the politcal values our living together may bring but for more.....personal reasons." Collin said looking out at the window above the stove. Tears started water my eyes and i couldn't believe what heard before i could ask the question i came down here for Collin spoke again. "I forgive you Talbain" I almost broke down to the ground when i heard that ,my whole life, that was all i wanted to hear in my life and Collin gave me that to. I think of him as an equal know. I think of him as a friend. But a dread feeling came over to me but my good side fought it off and i knew what i had to tell Collin. "Collin?" "What is it Talbain?" "I think its time it told you." "Tell me what?" "About my past." "Talbain, you don't have to if it's too much to-" "I WANT to tell you" We went into the living room and sat on the chairs opposite of each other and facing each other. We both sat down and Collin gave me his full attention. Well here goes nothing. "I am........I *was* prince Talbain 'The People's Guardian' was my title, 2nd to the heir of the kingdom of Krisa the werewolf settlement a 100 miles from here. I lived most of my life in a castle with my father, the king. My mother the queen and my older brother the heir to the throne by right. My mother died when i was still an infant my father refused to tell me why even to this day i had a feeling though it wasn't a peaceful death. I lived alone most of the time in my room studying and training to become the head general of our army as the second son always should. I didn't have many true friends the nobility there are the same as everywhere Prideful, lazy, and don't know the meaning of a hard days work. I accually found the servants and slaves to be more interesting then the nobles bloated ego's floating everywhere. But despite my social standing and my station i would always go into the common towns and farmlands talking and listening to the commonfolks troubles and offered any solutions i could. They praised me for having 'the people's touch'. I did have a horrible encounter from hunters though, i learned alot about about hunters and their ways most of which i couldn't agree with. But only a year ago my older brother Raoul decided he had waited long enough for my age to take my father and with the current army general Kregan killed my father in treason on the very steps to his throne. I saw the whole thing and was stunned at what i saw. Only the general was there at the time so i ran to my brothers room and told him what happened. But as i entered the door i saw Raoul in battle armor and with a weapon in hand and was about to leave the room. When i asked him what he was doing he only gave an evil grin calling me a foolish little brother and tried to kill me right there. I barely managed to escape and when i left the caslte i saw the villages burning and people fighting and dying everywhere. The peasants still loyal to the former king were quickly cut down by the royal guards. I......I ran away. I left them to fight a hopeless battle. I ran into the woods trying to regain my mind on what happened. I saw my whole world, my value, my own family turned upside down and i couldn't do a thing at the time. I spent so many months in self pity and regret i had no idea what to do. So only 3 months ago i returned to the commonfolk suffering greatly from Kregans brutal rule and asked them if they wanted to rebel. They were terrified of the idea and looked at me as if i was from a completely different kingdom far away. Only then did i realized my name....my title...was wiped off the records of history and i was nonexistant. I was nobody. I failed everyone including myself. I ,of course ,become a great target for vampires being a exiled prince was a worthy kill for them. I drank so much i almost killed myself doing so. But i came to a decision. I would kill Kregan and my brother for their treason and led a rebellion to free my people and become someone again." Collin's eyes were wide and his jaw was open as if some put a 10 pound bar in it. I could tell he was amazed by this story. But i also saw he had some questions "You.....you really are a prince?" "Yes and no my name was erased so i was basically never alive to them" "Why not get another kingdom to help you take back your throne?" Talbain shook his head "Most kingdoms woundn't care about another kingdom's plight unless it involved there own. If I went to another kingdom i would be quickly turned down. So its up to me to get back my throne." "Something tells me your not just using me and my house for a quick rest are you?" Talbain looked at Collin who was stareing right at him waiting for his response and looked at the ground "At first I was just using you Collin. You were a great cover and a source of protection but also a good place to start my headquaters for an active rebellion against those traitors and murderers. But over time you showed me such great kindness you have in these few days then in a year ago and even to my own people. You have shown me Collin that not all humans and hunters are evil, ignorant little monsters. I am sorry for thinking so low of you before i was clearly mistaken. I again do not ask forgiveness." "How far are you in your rebellion?" "Not far i don't have a single person on my side yet." "Well! You have one now!" Collin said standing up and offering me a hand to lift me out of the chair. I looked at him with wide watery eyes and a mind in complete disbelief. He....he wants to join me?! "Y-y-you want to help me retake my throne?" "Of course i will help you even though hunters may hate all werewolfs equally the thing they hate even more in cruel, undeserved suffering. I know many other hunters that would gladly help you retake your throne.But it will take some time for them to arrive i can't guarantee they will be here in a year or so. Can we join you on you rebellion against tyranny Talbain?" Collin said smiling and proudly. I took his hand and was lifted up but i still shoke Collins hand. I was so happy at everything he just said. "I would be honored that you and your fellow hunters will help me fight against Kregan and my brother. I can't thank enough for this I-" I said with tears rolling down my eyes "Its okay Talbain you don't have to act tough in front of me." "I need to go outside and be by myself for awhile." Collin nodded and went back to into the kitchen. I went out the front door and let the breeze and the scenery take a great hold of me. I can hardly believe this. I can start a rebellion, I can take back my throne, i can start a new life with a new name. I owe Collin everything he his not only a friend now but an ally. I looked at the light blue sky with a few perfectly white clouds in it and said. "I will avenge you dad, your dream of humans and werewolfs living in peace will come true." **I really enjoyed writing this part and i hoped you guys enjoyed even more i will write Collin's past next and will see what they think of each other then DUN DUN DAAAAA! lol see you guys later and don't forget to give any tips or advise on writing goodbye!**

Title: Best Friends Help Ch. 01 Tags: father, daughter, voyeurism, friend "Wow," Natalie said one balmy afternoon, lifting her sunglasses from where she lounged by the pool. Her pale skin gleamed with sunblock. "Who's that hot older guy coming toward us?" "Shut up," Lily laughed, and waved to her father. "Hi, Dad." Robert smiled as he approached, wearing a tee shirt, shorts, embarrassing sandals, a bottle of microbrew in one hand. "Hello, girls. Enjoying the pool?" It was soon after the end of the school year: the last hot, carefree summer before Lily and Natalie started college and their adult lives. They were headed for separate schools. It would be a long time before either of them saw each other again. In keeping with a lifetime of pacts and vows, they chose to spend their time the way they'd spent so many summers before: sunning themselves by the pool at Lily's house. "Yes, Mister Weston," Natalie said sweetly. The two of them occupied the reclining chairs next to the pool, in matching two-piece swimsuits of cherry red. "Come hang out with us?" Lily's dad smiled a mouthful of perfect teeth. "Please, Natalie, you can call me Robert." "Okay, Robert," Natalie purred. "Do you want to come sit with us?" Lily rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. "I'd love to. Unfortunately, I have to take off. I have work." "On a Saturday?" Natalie's lips curled into a sympathetic pout. "That's unfair." Lily's dad worked as a marketing exec who had retired at forty and spent the last eight years traveling or kicking around his sprawling two-story house. Lily's mother was long-gone, having divorced Robert when Lily was only ten. Now Lily was eighteen and Natalie just nineteen, and the two of them had spent many springs and summers livening up the mostly-empty house. Robert nodded and finished his beer. "Tell me about it. You two have the house to yourselves. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone, all right?" "Hurry back," Natalie called after him in a silky voice. Robert saluted with his beer and padded back into the house to change clothes. Lily doffed her sunglasses. "Holy shit, Natalie. Hit on my dad some more, why don't you?" Natalie giggled. "What? Your dad is hot. Like young-dad hot." "Are you kidding? He's like fifty." "Forty-six," Natalie corrected. "Do you not know how old your own dad is?" "Wait," Lily said. "How do YOU know that?" Natalie judiciously re-applied sunblock. "We talk sometimes, when you're in the bathroom. And I friended him on Facebook." "Oh god. Whatever, just stop flirting with my dad, please." Natalie laughed. "Nope. I do what I want." Lily sighed. Sometimes, she wondered how they'd stayed friends this long. They were opposites in so many ways. Lily was short, dark-haired, tan and slim, with horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a bookish demeanor — which was accurate, considering she would much rather stay in and read most nights. Natalie, on the other hand, was tall, athletic, honey-blonde, and pale, with flawless skin and a fearless, extroverted personality that seemed to draw men to her like a magnet. Even in high school, Natalie had fielded a dozen or more boys asking for dates and dances, while Lily watched from the sidelines. Which was fine with Lily. Most boys her age were idiots. Still, she often wished she had Natalie's mischievous and impulsive nature. Natalie was a girl who did what she want, when she wanted, and while she never did anything outrageously stupid, she never seemed to get in any real trouble either. Lily wasn't sure she was capable of that level of daring. "Okay," Lily said. "Can you not do it in front of me, then?" "What if I did him in front of you?" Natalie asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. Lily gasped. "Nat!" "What? I'd totally do your dad." "You're disgusting." Lily's shock only seemed to egg Natalie onward. "Can you imagine if we got married? I'd be your mom. I'd totally ground you. Take away your car keys." Lily grabbed her smartphone, blushing. She began thumbing through apps to distract herself from her discomfort. "I am begging you, Natalie, shut the fuck up." Natalie giggled — a sound that had driven men to distraction many times in Lily's presence. "Okay, fine. You are such a prude." "I am not. That's my dad you're talking about, that's all." "I'm sorry," Natalie said. But her mischievous grin said otherwise. \# # # The afternoon cooled to a warm evening, and Robert had still not returned. Lily and Natalie went for a swim, lounged until it got too cold, then went inside. Natalie dressed in a tank top and shorts, while Lily threw on a long tee shirt and pajama bottoms. They got hungry and ordered pizza delivery, and Lily filched a twenty from the "emergency" cash jar. "Damn," Natalie said after paying the driver and shutting the door. "What?" Lily sprawled on the couch in the spacious living room, flipping through movies on the fifty-inch wide-screen. "The driver wasn't cute." Lily laughed. "Natalie, does your brain constantly occupy some sort of weird porn-o-verse?" Natalie dropped the pizza box unceremoniously to the floor and flopped down beside it. She flipped it open, releasing a puff of steam. "What? I can't long for a hot pizza delivery guy to seduce?" "I think maybe my dad might object to seducing the pizza guy." "What if I took him in the bathroom? Would that be okay?" Lily tied her hair into a messy bun. "Please stop talking. I'm going to get us drinks." She wandered to the kitchen — spotless, roomy, and abandoned, like most of the rest of the oversized house — and opened the fridge. She stared at the racks of diet soda, sparkling water, and other beverages for a few moments before plucking a pair of hard ciders from the bottom shelf. She popped them open and returned to the living room. Natalie perked up as soon as she saw the frosty bottles in Lily's hand. "Ooh! Booze!" Lily handed her one. Robert had made it clear that he didn't mind if the girls drank in the house, as long as they didn't get carried away. Lily's mom would have lost her mind if she'd known — she'd always considered Robert overly permissive. But Mom wasn't in the picture anymore. "Your dad is the coolest," Natalie said as she polished off half her bottle in one go. "Yeah, the way he contributes to our moral degradation." "That's exactly what I meant," Natalie said, picking idly at her slice of pizza. "Just don't get any of that on the carpet," Lily warned. "Cool or not, he'll lose his shit." They polished off two slices of pizza each, along with their bottles of cider — then went back for more cider. Within the hour, they'd each had three, and Lily's head was pleasantly buzzing. They lay on the couch together, watching some stupid sci-fi movie that neither of them paid much attention to. "I have to tell you something," Natalie said at last, her voice carrying the lazy, roundabout tone of the mildly intoxicated. She held her phone inches from her face, as she lounged on the couch, scrolling idly with one thumb. "What's that?" "I really do think your dad is hot." "Oh, not this again," Lily said. "I do!" Natalie gave Lily a wide-eyed, sincere look that seemed so serious that Lily laughed out loud. "You're making fun of me," Natalie complained. "No, I'm not, you're just... you so want me to know how you'd do my dad." "I would totally do him," Natalie said with great conviction. "Is he dating anybody?" "You want to date my dad?" Natalie shook her head. "Dating would be too complicated. I'm leaving in the fall. I'm wondering if he needs to get laid." "Oh, my god." Lily buried her face in one of the couch's pillows for a moment. Natalie laughed. "Seriously, looking at it objectively, like... through the eyes of another person. You don't think your dad's attractive?" Lily sighed and looked at her hands, not answering. Silence spooled out for a long minute. Finally, Natalie spoke. "Um, hello?" "Okay," Lily said. "I'm going to tell you something, and it has to be our secret, okay?" "Oh, this sounds good." Natalie locked her phone and crossed her legs underneath her, turning to face Lily fully. "Shoot." "Seriously, you have to promise." Natalie held up a hand solemnly. "I swear." Lily took a deep breath. "Yes. I do." Natalie blinked. "Do what?" "Think my dad is hot." Lily punched Natalie lightly on the arm. "Jesus, you made me say it." "Of course I did. Like, how hot?" "Like..." Lily ducked her head shyly. "Uh-oh!" Natalie crowed. "I know what that little head-thing means. Tell me right now." "I've had... thoughts about him," Lily said. Natalie lifted her eyebrows. "Thoughts? Like what kind of thoughts?" "Ugh, you're going to think I'm a total freak." "Lily, listen. For one, I already know you're a total freak. Second, look at who you're talking to. There's nothing you can say that can shock me." "I kind of want to fuck my dad," Lily blurted. Natalie nodded slowly. "Okay, almost nothing." "Don't be mean!" Lily protested. Natalie stifled a giggle, then put her serious face back on. "Sorry. Okay. I, uh... wow." Lily clapped her hands to her face. "I can't believe I told you that." "So, how long have you felt this way?" Natalie asked, putting a finger on her chin, playing therapist. Lily blushed. "A while. Mostly over the past year. I know I shouldn't think of him like that, but... I have." "And yet you got so uptight when I said I thought he was bangable. This explains a fucking lot." "Shut up." "So, have you had fantasies about him? I want details." "No!" Lily exclaimed. "No, you haven't had them, or no, you won't share them?" "The second one." "Aw, come on," Natalie implored. "You hit me with this bombshell, you can't stop now. Just tell me one. One little naughty father-daughter fantasy. I'll be your best friend." "You already are my best friend." "All the more reason." Natalie bounced in place. "Please?" Lily swallowed her anxiety. Her head still buzzed from the cider, making her feel relaxed and careless. The worst was already over. What was one more secret? "Okay, fine." Natalie applauded happily and sat forward, all ears. "Okay, well." Lily swallowed, wishing she had another drink. "A few nights ago, I came out to get a drink in the middle of the night. Dad was sleeping in front of the television, in the big chair he likes. He was wearing his bathrobe, and it had kind of... fallen open." Natalie's mouth made a wide, round O, and she slowly covered it with her hands. "And I could see his... um..." "His cock," Natalie said. Lily felt another blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. "Right. And he was hard. I could just see the edge of it under his bathrobe." "Oh my god," Natalie said. "What did you do?" "I got some water from the fridge and went back to bed." "Did you, you know... finish yourself off?" Lily felt her face get hot. She looked down at her crossed legs. "OH MY GOD, YOU DID," Natalie said. "Shut up! Tell the whole world, why don't you?" Natalie giggled helplessly through her hands. "Holy shit. All this time, I thought you were like this shy little wallflower, and you are completely filthy. That is amazing!" "Yeah, okay," Lily said. "I'm glad this is so funny to you." "It's not funny." Natalie forced a grin off her face. "Okay, well it is, but that's also kind of hot, in a sick and twisted sort of way." "Please don't make me regret telling you," Lily said. "I won't. I'll be nice, I promise." They sat in silence for a moment, Lily still feeling the strange inner thrill of confessing something utterly taboo to someone. Her heart was pounding against her chest. In truth, she'd thought about it more than just that one night — there had been many times over the past few months when forbidden thoughts had crossed her mind. It had taken forever for her to acknowledge them, much less explore them fully in her mind. But confessing to her best friend made it easier to cope with. "So do you think he'd ever go for it?" Natalie asked out of the blue. Lily's mouth dropped open. "What?" "Your dad. Do you think he might feel the same way?" "Of course not! Are you out of your mind?" Natalie bit her thumbnail thoughtfully. "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure. He is not... like... that." Lily's voice lost conviction as she spoke. In truth, she had no idea. "You might be surprised. I'll bet a lot of guys think that way about their daughters and wish they could do something about it. Maybe he sees you in those little bikini bottoms and wishes he could pull—" "Stop," Lily said. "Sorry." Natalie licked her lips. "What if I could find out for you?" Lily felt a surge of anger. "Natalie! You promised you wouldn't make me regret telling you!" Natalie backed off, throwing up her hands. "I won't! I promise. I won't say anything without your permission." "Thank you," Lily said. Natalie's sly smile returned. "But what if I could find out for you?" "How?" "By flirting with him," Natalie said. "Maybe a little more than flirting. I'm old enough. And it's not like I'm his daughter. And maybe if I get him wound up enough, I could ask him some questions..." "You're completely twisted," Lily said. "Yeah," Natalie confessed. "But wouldn't you be interested to find out?" Lily's mouth was already open to deliver a resounding no to the question, but then the thought crossed her mind. What if he did think of her that way? What if she wasn't alone in these forbidden thoughts? It was unthinkable, of course — but it was also thrilling, so taboo it made her heart race faster in her chest. And Natalie, the daring one, the girl who did whatever she wanted, who could do things Lily could never do... "Yes," Lily said at last. "I would." \# # # That night, they cleaned up the mess in the living room as best they could. Dad was still not home. Lily didn't bother trying to hide the empty cider bottles — Dad would just find out anyway. Putting aside sudden, randy thoughts of him punishing her for her mischief (bending her over the kitchen table, one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her ass), she put the leftover pizza in the fridge for him and went to bed. Natalie was staying over, so she took the downstairs bedroom. The next morning, she awoke to find Natalie in her bed, straddling her in nothing but a powder-blue nightgown. Lily jumped to wakefulness. "What the fuck!" she blurted, her heart jumping. "Don't just sneak in here!" Natalie put a gentle, chilly hand over Lily's mouth. "Shush," she whispered. "You're never going to guess who's downstairs, passed out in his comfy chair." "So?" Lily asked. "What do you want me to do about it?" Natalie brushed blonde hair back behind both ears. "You? Nothing. I'm going to go down there and suck his cock." "You are not!" Lily whispered fiercely, her eyes bulging. "I one hundred percent am. C'mon, it'll be fun. And you can watch from the stairs. He won't see a thing, I promise." Lily looked Natalie up and down. Natalie's underwear was so sheer, Lily could see the outlines of her nipples and the curves of her belly through it. "Did you wear that on purpose?" "Don't be stupid. Of course I did." "Are you out of your mind? What if he freaks out?" "Freaks out at what? Getting a blowjob from a nineteen-year-old? Yeah, I'm sure he'll put a stop to it right away." "He might," Lily said, not believing it herself. "He won't. Come on, it'll be fun." Natalie bounced on the bed. "You are completely insane," Lily said. But the thought was gaining momentum in her mind. It was completely wrong for her to want to see her best friend sucking off her own dad — but at the same time, its very wrongness gave it an irresistible appeal. Lily rolled her eyes, more to maintain her credibility than out of genuine feeling. "Fine," she said. Natalie grinned wolfishly and bounced off the bed. \# # # Natalie, still in her underwear and full of energy, was already down the stairs before Lily could shrug on a bathrobe over her panties. Lily trailed in Natalie's wake, trying to be quiet, her heart thumping against her ribs. Natalie had been right about the vantage point over the living room. The stairs, situated behind and to the right of the couch and chairs, provided a decent view of the whole room, while making it easy to stay out of sight. Someone would have to turn all the way around to even see someone on the stairs. If Lily hugged the wall, she would be all but invisible. Lily didn't dare sit. She stood, her head barely peeking around the corner, as Natalie padded across the room. Robert was there, all right, sprawled in his leather chair, in an undershirt and boxers this time instead of a bathrobe. The TV was on — some sports program playing at low volume — and even from here, Lily could hear his light snoring. Making no sound as she reached the first floor in her bare feet, Natalie crossed behind the couches and stood in front of the sleeping man. She looked up once, caught Lily's eye, and grinned wickedly. Then she went down on her knees. Lily drew in her breath at the inevitability of what was about to happen. The straps of Natalie's short baby-doll nightgown fell around her shoulders as she knelt, and instead of righting them, Natalie pulled down on the fabric, baring her pale, shapely breasts, pink nipples stiff in the morning air. Robert slept on, unmoving. Gingerly, Natalie reached up and touched the crotch of his boxers. Even from here, Lily could see the bulge of her father's cock. She realized she was trembling all over. Natalie coaxed Robert's erection out of the opening in the front of his boxers, and she saw it for the first time in the full daylight. Thick and long and slightly curved, with a broad head. Lily was transfixed. With a hot flush of shame, she realized she wanted to see it up close. She wanted to touch it. Maybe even have it inside her... She pushed the thought away. It was too much. Natalie didn't waste any time. Tossing her hair to one side, she opened her mouth — Lily heard the soft intake of breath — and swallowed him down, taking him all the way in. Lily whimpered under her breath, then clapped a hand over her mouth. It didn't take Robert long to wake up. A few long, slow strokes of Natalie's mouth and tongue, and he stirred, the light snore cutting short as he jolted gently awake. Lily couldn't see his expression, but she saw the surprise in the motion of his limbs, saw him tense. His hand went to Natalie's neck, as if to pull her away — but he didn't pull her away. "Natalie," he whispered. "Natalie, shit..." Lily saw Natalie make eye contact with him, saw her withdraw, heard the soft pop as his cock emerged from her mouth. "You like that?" she asked in a whisper. Upstairs, Lily felt a rush of desperate arousal, mixed with sudden jealousy. "Lily," her father's soft voice came from below, and her blood froze. She shrank back heart jackhammering, then realized he was speaking to her friend. "Don't worry," Natalie said, stroking his cock in her fist. "She's sleeping." "We can't — we shouldn't do this." "You want me to stop?" she asked, and before he could answer, she rose up on her knees and took him deep in her mouth again, moving with a slow rhythm. Lily heard her father gasp and groan, a sound she'd longed to hear in her secret heart. She realized she was aroused — wet, even — so aroused she felt a little dizzy. Natalie grabbed her father's hand and put it on her head, holding it there. He took the hint and twisted his fingers into her hair, making a fist. He took control of the rhythm, moving her head forward and back with his right hand. His left hand squeezed Natalie's bare breast. She whimpered obligingly, pressing her hands against his thighs, her fingers outstretched. Standing at the top of the stairs, Lily found her hand creeping between her thighs, under her panties. She slipped a finger into herself, clenching her teeth to keep from making any noise. Her breath shuddered between parted lips. "Oh Natalie, fuck," her father whispered from below. His voice was strained with pleasure. He moved his hand to her bare shoulder, letting her take back control. "Natalie, I'm going to—" Natalie nodded her assent, murmuring as she squeezed his cock in her fist, accelerating to a frantic rhythm. His body stiffened, and he let out a strangled cry. Natalie pulled her head back, letting him spray on her neck and breasts in wet, pearly bursts. Nat's eyes flickered upstairs to meet Lily's, as if sharing the moment with her. Lily came an instant later, her own hand clamped over her mouth to stifle any sound. The orgasm was apocalyptic, turning her knees to rubber. Her vision tunneled with dark brown spots, blotting out the world. She sagged against the wall, then down to her knees, not caring if she was discovered. When Lily came back to herself, she heard a giggle from below. She dared a glimpse around the corner. Robert handed Natalie some tissues so she could clean herself off. She did so, then leaned forward and kissed him, squeezing his still-erect cock in one hand. "We should—" he began. "Hush," she told him. "We'll talk later." Pulling up the straps of her nightgown, she rose to her feet and grinned at him. Lily pulled back and retreated to her room quickly. Hopping onto the bed, she drew her knees up under her chin and waited, her adrenaline still pumping, her body still shivering in the wake of her orgasm. Natalie slipped in a moment later, closing the door behind her. She crawled into bed next to Lily, dabbing at one corner of her mouth with a finger, a satisfied expression on her face. "Did you like that?" she asked. "Never mind, I know you did. I saw what you were doing." Lily blushed hotly, then burst into unexpected, quiet giggles. "I did like it. Oh god. I liked it a lot." "Me too," Natalie said. "And he sure did. I think he's going to want more." "Oh, no." Lily shook her head. "I don't think we should take this any further." "That's where you're wrong," Natalie said, putting her arms around Natalie and hugging her close. "We've got one last summer together to make memorable. I think we should see how deep this rabbit hole goes."

Title: Maurice Ch. 03 Tags: maurice, regina, annie, vampires, interracial, demons What was he doing out there? I wondered as we stared at each other. The second question was who was he? Unlike the vampire that had been with Maurice, I didn't know this man but he seemed to know me. I made a decision, I don't care what Annie said or did, I was not leaving this room until it was time to go home and once there, I was never setting foot in this city again. I backed away from the window and went back to bed. Annie was snoring softly and then began to talk in her sleep. I lay on my bed and listened to her talk. She mentioned something about my parents and the Lannisters. The Lannisters were the people that my mother worked for, the ones that paid for the vacation that we took all those years before. I didn't know that Annie knew the Lannisters but maybe she had just heard us talking about them. The Lannisters were really nice people, a little eccentric but I liked them. As a matter of fact, when mom and dad died, they took care of all of the funeral expenses and paid all of our college tuitions. What was eccentric about them? Well for one, my mother had to work in the evenings because.... I don't know why. She just did and the times that I went with her to help her clean, I never saw them.... Saw them what? I never saw them.... Just when I thought that I was going to remember, the thought was gone and my head throbbed so bad I thought that I was going to vomit. What do I remember about them? That they had a son named.....oh fuck what was his name? He was my age and very cute with the most beautiful gray eyes. I had a crush on him but he never looked twice at me... Micah! That was it, Micah Lannister. I hadn't thought about him in years, I hadn't even thought about the Lannisters until now, isn't that odd? I mean my mother and then my father worked for these people, and they made sure that we were taken care of after my parent's died so I should have thought about them right? Right? Unable to resist, I got up and looked out of the window, the man if that's what he was with the green eyes was gone. I hugged myself as a chill shook me, somehow I knew that I was in some deep shit and my survival depended on me remembering what happened in 1989. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Regina's birthday was in four days. Whatever was going on I had only until then to figure it out. The next task that I would give to Olivia would be to research Regina's family and that included Cousin Annie. Something wasn't quite right with her, I didn't suspect of her doing anything to intentionally harm Regina but something just wasn't right. I left a note for Olivia on the kitchen counter and went out again. Maybe I would get lucky and find someone or something willing to talk to me. The big question was this, what happened to her brothers? Do you want to know what I really think? I think that they've been turned. By who and why I don't know. Are they still here? I don't know that either. If they had been turned, that would be one explanation for the weekly phone calls that Regina received and why they never gave her a location. Since it is so late, I opted to vanish and fly from place to place. The first place I go to is Regina's hotel, I appear just down the block from where the hotel is and see that the hotel is being watched by .... What the fuck? That's Gremlin! What's that green eyed son of a bitch doing here? The last time I heard anything about him was three hundred years ago. Who is he? He's the worst kind of monster and killer, he would be what you would call an assassin. But who was he going to assassinate? Regina? Maybe but if that were true he could have killed her on her first night here. So who hired him and who was his target? Me? Possibly but doubtful. From time to time Gremlin has offered his services as a body guard, was he here to protect as opposed to harming Regina? I didn't get the chance to ask because as soon as he sensed me, he was gone. I looked up hoping to catch sight of Regina but was disappointed. "Stay in that room." I murmured as I went to the ally where I killed Baron. When I got there, two vampires were ready to feed on a hapless tourist. The frightening thing was that the man was fully awake and conscious; the bastards weren't even going to make him comfortable. They were thriving on his fear holding to the belief that fear made the blood taste sweeter. I don't know if it does or not nor do I care but to have a victim suffer is appalling and it is something that I will not allow under any circumstances. When the man saw me, his fear grew, with a look; I calmed him and then looked at the two vampires that held him captive. "Let the human go." I said simply. They did the same thing that Baron did; they laughed and proceeded to ignore me. One of them snatched the human by the head and exposed his neck. "Fucker." I said calmly, "let the nice human go." That got their attention. "Fucker? Did stumpy just call me a fucker?" he asked his companion as he tossed the man to the ground. The human male wasted no time in getting to his feet and running off as fast as he could go. I could only hope that he made it to his hotel safely. Little did I know that saving his life was going to be to my advantage-more about him later. Anyway, two very angry vampires approached me thinking that I was going to run. "Oh look, the little one isn't afraid to die." One of them said grinning at me. The other one stopped short, "Jasper stop!" he hissed. "Yes Jasper." I said. "Please stop." Jasper didn't listen; he approached me until he was an arms length away. "Damn it Jasper stop!" the other vampire said, he knew who I was. "What in the fuck is your problem? He's nothing!" Jasper said angrily. "He's the one who killed Baron!" "This?" Jasper sneered. "It had to be dumb luck!" "Jasper, he is of Comte Saint Germaine's line! Leave him be!" "This midget cannot be a relative to Germaine! Look at him!" Jasper replied but there was hesitancy in his voice as he looked at me. "He can kill you without touching you.... He's ...." He never finished his sentence; he took off leaving Jasper alone with me. "I don't believe you." Jasper said recovering his courage. "I really don't give a fuck." I replied shrugging my shoulders. "But you should listen to your friend." I added with a smile. Why is it that people don't listen to me? I mean I did warn him as did his friend but still he came at me. As soon as he touched me, he screamed in pain. "Son of a mother fucking bitch!" he screamed as smoke rose from his hands. "Would you care to try again?" I asked still not moving. The vampire didn't reply but took off down the alley without looking back. "I'll be damned." a voice from behind me said. I turned around to see who had spoken, my eyes widened when I saw it was the human male whose life I had just saved. What was he doing back here? "That was so.... Intense!" he gushed as he rushed forward toward me stopping only when he saw my eyes flash at him. "I couldn't leave you here alone to face those two but I guess you didn't really need any help did you?" he asked. When I didn't reply he kept talking. "My name is Edgar Allen Poe Long, yeah I know." he said when he saw my raised eyebrows. "My parents were big fans of his, wrote their thesis on him but anyway, thanks for saving my ass." "Go home Edgar Allen or whatever the fuck your name is and forget what you saw tonight." I said and turned to walk away. He stood right where he was and began to follow me like a puppy that had no place to go. "Hey is what he said true? You're related to Saint Germaine?" he called to me. I ignored him and kept walking until he reached out and touched me. Before he knew what was happening, I had him against the wall of a building, my fangs bared, and my face inches from his. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I hissed and dropped him to the ground. I could hear him sputtering and getting up to his feet but he kept talking. I was beginning to wish that I had let the two vampires have him for dinner. I stopped walking and turned around to face him. "What part of leave me the fuck alone don't you understand?" I snapped making him jump. "This is your last chance to go away alive." I told him as I walked toward him. This time he walked away but looked back with that "take me with you look." I made sure that he was gone before I vanished from where I stood and to behind the casino. This was another popular spot for nabbing unsuspecting tourists. When I got there, a demon had a human female backed against the wall. It seemed tonight was my night for playing the rescuer. The woman saw me first, relief showed in her eyes as she silently begged me to help her. "Excuse me but I don't believe that the lady wants to participate." I said. The demon turned around but kept his hold on the woman. "Maurice Delgado! I heard that you were in these parts." he said with a grin. "Word spreads fast." He said answering my unspoken question. He turned to the terrified human woman and kissed her on the cheek, he had just marked her for later and I wouldn't be able to save her a second time. "Go on love, I'll catch you later." He said with what appeared to be a sincere smile. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her-too badly anyway. When the woman was gone, no doubt headed to the first church she saw that was open or to her hotel room to start reading the Gideon bible in the nightstand, the demon turned to me. "So what brings you to this part of the city?" he asked amiably. "You have me at a disadvantage." I said. "Who are you?" "No one special." he replied. I didn't believe that and I told him so. His response was to act hurt, he clapped his hand over his heart in mock distress before he finally answered me. "My name is leg...." "Cut the my name is legion bull shit! I snapped. "And give me your fucking name!" "Temper, temper." he drawled petulantly. "But fine, my name is Arthur...' "Arthur? Really?" I asked laughing. "What kind of name is Maurice for a vampire?" he shot back clearly miffed that I found his name amusing. It's a sissy name." he added. "Maybe but I happen to like it." I replied. "Were you here in 1989?" I asked. "I was here, why do you want to know?" "What do you know about the abduction of two human males from the Royal Sonesta?" I asked. "That's old news." he replied. Finally, someone who was willing to talk to me. "Tell me." I urged. Arthur looked around and then spoke in hushed tones. The fact that he was even talking to me told me a couple of things. One, Arthur wasn't a minor demon but one of note and two he liked feeling important. "The way I heard it," he whispered "was that taking the human males was a mistake. They weren't supposed to be in that room but somehow the rooms got switched." Interesting. "What room was they supposed to be in?" I asked. "The one next door, 416 or 415 I can't remember but the one that they were supposed to be in was the safe room as well as the room that their parents were supposed to be in." he replied. The parents? A whole new crop of questions popped up; did her parents have something to do with this mess? I had to talk to Regina, that's if she would let me anywhere near her. Remember that she knew what I was and that whatever happened to her had something to do with one of us. "Tell me everything that you know." I told the demon and as it turned out, he knew quite a bit. "As I'm sure that you're aware, there was a conference that year. Vampires from all over the country were here and even some from overseas, Yamamoto was even here." "Yamamoto?" I asked shocked. No one had seen him in centuries. "I know, amazing isn't it?" Arthur asked. "Anyway, it was a big deal that he was here, why he came know one knows and no one had the guts to ask." I could understand that, one didn't question one such as Yamamoto but I wondered why he came and if Regina had anything to do with it. "As I was saying, the conference was a big deal that year, supposedly there was some kind of special event planned. A wedding I think who? I don't know but what I do know was that the abduction of the human males shot everything to hell and heads literally rolled but here's what's interesting, at least I think it is; it wasn't Yamamoto that decapitated several high ranking vampires." he said pausing for effect, "it was Frederick Lannister." Now I'm really intrigued, the Lannister family is one of the most powerful vampire families in North America, with only the king of vampires being more powerful than them. For years there had been rumors about the Lannisters wanting to take over but so far, they had remained just that-rumors but now I was beginning to wonder. It was no secret that the Lannisters and Yamamoto were friends and allies and had been for centuries. "Who else of note was at the conference?" I asked. He named the usual players and a few that I didn't know. I mentally ran through the list of current players. There was Tremaine, Gremlin, Regina, Annie and there were others of that I was sure but who? "Who else will talk to me?" I asked. Arthur laughed, "No one little one, you only have me." I wasn't exactly overjoyed at the prospect but as he said, he would be the only one who would talk to me. "Where can I find you?" I asked. "Right here but not for the next few nights, I think I'm in love." he said laughing and then he was gone. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Annie woke up in a much better mood and ordered breakfast. While we waited I asked her about the Lannisters and how she knew about them. "I don't know, you must have talked about them or something." she replied. "You've never met them?" I asked. "No, I don't think so." she replied. "I know that they took care of you guys after your mom and dad died. Why?" "You were talking about them in your sleep." I replied. "Really? Why would I do that?" she asked as confused as I was. "Wait, I met them once, not the parents but what's his name? Micah." "And you talked about mom and dad." I added and watched her expression. "What did I say?" "Most of it I couldn't understand but you said something about them and the trip." I replied. I remember telling Annie about the trip, she was so jealous and wanted to come along but my parents told her that she couldn't because.... Damn it! Why couldn't she come? Anyway I promised to buy her a gift but I don't think that I did because Daniel and Edward did their disappearing act and we left.... We left right after they were found- I think. I remember going home and then we moved to the house that was located behind the Lannisters big house. We lived there until both of my parents died a few years later. How did they die? They... I don't..... A car accident! They were hit head on by a drunk driver, I remember now and the funeral was closed casket because they were in such bad shape. I was eighteen at the time and the boys were nineteen and twenty but they weren't at the service, they .... Yes they were. I remember now. They came home long enough for the funeral and left soon afterwards. That was the last time that I can actually remember seeing them or was it? My head was beginning to pound as I tried to remember when I had last seen my brothers. I couldn't believe that my parent's funeral was the last time that I saw them. "Annie, when was the last time you saw Danny and Eddie?" I asked. Annie looked at me like I was nuts, "Two years ago remember? We all went to the Lannisters for dinner and Micah was making goo-goo eyes at you. You don't remember that?" she asked incredulous. "Oh, sure I remember!" I lied but Micah's name gave me a chill that wasn't because of the air conditioner. I was beginning to understand that whatever happened here had something to do with vampires and I was beginning to question my memories. I don't expect to remember everything that ever happened to me but I wasn't remembering major events like the last time I saw my brothers or things about the people who supported us after mom and dad died. What in the fuck happened here? \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Micah I looked over my city and by my city; I'm talking about New Orleans. She is here and has been for the past two days. I haven't personally seen her yet but she is being watched, in four days, she will become my bride as she should have been twenty-two years ago. All was going as planned until the appearance of Maurice Delgado, I wish that I could just have the little bastard killed but I can't. I cannot risk the wrath of Comte Saint Germaine, yes the little fucker is really related to Comte and Comte does not take kindly to his relatives being harmed not that Maurice needs protection. Hell, most of us need protection from him! Once Maurice appeared, Regina began to try to remember things, but whenever she tried she would experience the most painful headaches. Believe me when I say that it gives me no pleasure to have her in pain but she must not remember, not yet. It is bad enough that she saw and knew what Tremaine was but on the plus side she's afraid of Delgado too. She has also seen Gremlin but contrary to what you might believe, he is there for her protection and not to harm her Gremlin has been watching her for me and this is how I know about Maurice Delgado. It would have been my fault if Baron had gotten his hands on her so yes, I admit that I am in Delgado's debt for protecting her but that doesn't change the fact that Regina belongs to and with me. How is that possible? Her mother worked for us and used to bring her to help her clean when there was no school. I was smitten with her from the first time I saw her with her hair in braids with bright yellow barrettes on the ends. I watched her change from a pesky little girl into a very pretty teenager-we are exactly the same age and I mean exactly. We were born on the same day, the same month and the exact same minute to the second, it was predestined that she be mine. Why didn't I claim her before now? I tried, we were to be married at the conference in 1989 but things got royally fucked up when someone took her brothers instead of taking her, something about the rooms being switched. But from that point on, we have planted the memories that we want her to have. For instance, her brothers have never resurfaced but she gets a phone call every week from them. She remembers us but only certain things, she knows what we are she just doesn't remember but she remembers that it was my family who cared for them when her parents died. Did her parents die in a car crash? Maybe. You have to understand that we didn't take those memories to be cruel; we are trying to protect her. From who? Delgado and herself. Can you imagine being told that you are betrothed to a vampire, then your brothers go missing and you saw what happened to them? Yes. She saw what happened and yes, we took those memories away. Do I know where her brothers are? Yes. Is it really them that call her every week? Yes. Are they now vampire? I'm not going to answer that question, it's not something that you need to know. I do know that she is afraid of me in the same way that she is afraid of Tremaine and he really is bad news but he does have his uses. How do I know all of this? As I said, this is my city but I have to admit that I was ill prepared for Delgado. I knew that he was here and had no problems with it until Regina attracted his attention and now he has claimed her as his. I can see the writing on the wall, one of us, Delgado or me is going to be dead before these four days are up. Which of us are you choosing to survive? \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Olivia has left another file on my desk, this one green. It contained information about Regina and her family including their financial records. I started with those, you can sometimes tell a lot about people by their spending habits. What struck me is this, while Regina's family wasn't poverty level, they were struggling. That meant that there was no way that they could have afforded a two week vacation much less stayed at the Royal Sonesta. Interesting. I read the biographies of the parents starting with the father. He graduated from high with honors but for whatever reason didn't attend college, he worked at a maintenance man at the local high school and married Regina's mother three years later having met her there. According to their financial records, they were quite frugal with their money and had some money in the bank but nowhere near enough for a two week vacation, so where did the money come from? Regina's mother was a domestic worker meaning that she cleaned houses, she worked for several families until she was hired by the.... The Lannisters. A piece of the puzzle fell into place. Their vacation was funded by the Lannisters but why? I knew of the Lannisters but not much and what I knew about them I didn't like. They are bloodthirsty liars and murderers. Regina was in really deep shit but the question was what did they want with her? As distasteful as it was going to be, I needed to find out more information about the Lannister family. I barely tapped the intercom button when Olivia came into the office carrying a file, blue this time. "It is everything that I could find out about the Lannisters." she said. "The pages marked with the yellow stickers are things that you might find interesting; the red stickers mean that you definitely must read that page." I thanked her and looked at the file but she didn't leave, she had something that she needed to say. "What is it Olivia?" I asked. "The woman, Regina... she is trying to remember things." "What is it that you're trying to tell me?" I asked trying hard to be patient. "She is going to leave her room today, she wants to remember." Olivia said quietly. "What?" I asked. I wasn't questioning Olivia for she has only rarely been wrong. The "what" was said in shock and horror, Regina needed to stay in that room! "Damn it!" I swore. Now this is where my ability to be out during the day come in handy. I tossed the file onto my desk and vanished from where I sat into the men's room in the lobby of the Royal Sonesta. I waited for a few minutes; I had to think about how to get Regina to stay by my side given that she was afraid of me. Maybe if Annie came with us it would help but not only that, it would give me another chance to examine Annie a little more closely. I bought a paper and settled in to wait for the ladies to come down, unlike the last time I was here, I knew that I was being watched but not by one of my kind. I acted as if I wasn't aware of it and continued to read the paper. "We have the same goal." a gravelly voice said a few minutes later. "And what goal would that be?" I asked not looking up, I didn't need to, it was Gremlin. "The safety of the woman." He replied. "What do you know about what's happening?" I asked. "Enough to know that she will not be safe until after her birthday which is now three days away." "Who are you protecting her from?" I asked finally looking at him. "You." I have to confess that my mouth dropped open. "Me?" I asked. "Yes you but I don't believe you to be the threat." Gremlin said. "Pray tell." I said. "Micah Lannister and her brothers." Gremlin said his voice low. My mouth dropped open again, so they were alive! Well sort of. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "And what will Micah do to you if he finds out?" Gremlin laughed, "Micah doesn't concern me. He is nothing more than a spoiled child in an adult body who wants his toy because it was taken from him." "What do you mean?" I asked. "The Lannisters are deep into the meanings of numbers and astrology. The woman shares a birthday with Micah but not only that, they were born in the same year and at the exact same moment. In 1989, Micah was going to marry the girl even though they were just children because according to Lannister beliefs, 1989 was the year that Micah was to marry the girl even if they had to compel her to do it. The parents were compelled to bring her here to New Orleans and to stay at this hotel. No one took into account that the children would exchange rooms and when Tremaine went to collect the girl, he found the boys instead. Instead of compelling them to forget that he was there, he drank from them not aware that the girl had come into the room and watched the entire thing. He compelled her to forget him and what she had seen and took the boys with him leaving the girl in the room. It was her that reported them missing and that was Tremaine's doing." "Where did he take them?" I asked. "To the conference, you see he didn't know what the plans for the girl were and as far as he was concerned he was giving the Lannisters more than they asked for by bringing two to the conference instead of one." "That's why Yamamoto was here." I said. "It was for the wedding." and it also explained Tremaine's current involvement. He had been the one to fuck up. Gremlin didn't reply. "You said that she needed to be protected from her brothers, what is their role in all of this?" I asked. "Lure." Fuck! I now understood or thought I did, Micah Lannister intended to marry Regina on her birthday! This birthday had some astrological significance and that was why she was here. He and his family had been manipulating events from the time Regina had been born and continued to do so after the marriage plans failed. "Her parents, how did they die?" I asked. Gremlin remained mute, telling me all that I needed to know. They had been murdered by the Lannisters for failing to carry out their part in the plan, as I said they are a bloodthirsty bunch. On the face of it, it sounded so simple but it has been my experience that nothing is ever as it seems. Did I trust Gremlin? No because he hasn't said or done anything other than guard Regina to earn my trust. "Give me one good reason why I should trust you." I said. "The one called Annie." he replied. "Annie? What about her?' I asked. "She is mine, she has been tampered with and that displeases me." Well shit, if that doesn't beat all! Gremlin in love or was it lust? But either way, I had just gained a powerful ally. We talked for a few minutes more before deciding that he would continue to watch and guard both Annie and Regina. We also needed to find Regina's brothers before her birthday/wedding day but let me be clear on something, there will be no wedding. I would die before I let Regina marry into that filthy family and it could come down to that, me dying. Gremlin hadn't been gone for very long when heard someone call out, "Hey dude!" I closed my eyes, it was Edgar Allen something or another. A moment later, he was at my side grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Man are you hard to track down!" he exclaimed which begged a question, just how did he find me? Edgar pulled up a chair and sat down. "You are totally kick ass!" he said. "How did you find me?" I asked. "It wasn't easy." He said. "I just kept walking around hoping that you would show up." He was lying but I didn't call him on it, I wanted to know who sent him. "What made you come here?" I asked. "I saw you walk in, I was at the gift shop across the way." Lie. "Why are you looking for me?' I asked. "I told you, I think you totally rock and I'm doing my thesis on your relative Comte." Truth. "Who are you working for?' "No one." he replied a little too quickly. "You cannot lie to me, who are you working for?" I asked. "Some dude gave me five hundred dollars to see if you were in here.' Truth. "What did this er... dude look like?" "I.... I don't remember, he stopped me, gave me the money to come in here." Truth. "Where are you supposed to go after you confirm my location?" I already knew the answer, he didn't know. Whoever sent him in would find him so I decided to send a message of my own. "When you meet this person, tell them that they are going to die. After you deliver that message, get your ass out of New Orleans and forget about me and Comte. As a matter of fact, forget about vampires entirely and find another subject for your thesis." That would be the last time I saw Edgar Allen Long or whatever the fuck his name was. It would be another hour before Annie and Regina came down to the lobby, I was in no hurry for them to come down, and it gave me more time to think. \*\*\*\*\*\* Annie was surprised by my change in attitude but didn't question it too much; she was dying to go out but planned to stay in with me. I won't lie to you and say that I wasn't scared; I was beyond that, I was terrified but I had had enough. My life was being fucked with by..... I couldn't even bring myself to say it, those things and I wanted it to stop. I dressed in a tee shirt, a comfortable pair of jeans and tennis shoes, Annie dressed likewise. I didn't know where were headed but I was leaving this damned room. I walked to the door and almost changed my mind; Annie was right behind me and bumped into me when I suddenly stopped. "Reggie, we don't have to go." she said. But I did, I wanted and needed to know what happened on the night of my fifteenth birthday. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I heard Annie's voice first and then Regina's softer more uncertain one. For just a moment I thought that she was going to change her mind and go back upstairs. I really was hoping that she would but when she came into view, I saw the determination mixed with fear on her face and you know what? I was proud of her. I still wished that she had stayed in her room but I couldn't help but feel a pride that was tempered with fear for her and how she would react when she found out the truth about her family and the Lannisters. Annie spotted me first and called my name. I could tell that Regina was frightened but she didn't run. Instead she walked up to me, got right in my face and spoke. "What in the hell do you things want with me?"

Title: Hotel Valencia Ch. 02 Tags: mature woman, expert handjob, anal plug, throbbing cock I should mention that with all her stroking and handling me, she did not use lube of any kind. Instead she applied liberal quantities of talc (actually cornstarch) to everything involved. She had a large container on the table, and would dip her hand in it before and during any procedure. "It's less messy." she told me. I liked the feel. Made a note to self: "get some Kingsford's next grocery run." She went on explaining what she was doing as she continued to jack me off. "If you'll notice, the very top of the device has a hole... see there?" I didn't want to bother, but I glanced down and grunted "Uuh yeah." "The 'groom's girdle' as I call it, has that little vent as a safety... in case of any accidental spurting." Some more powder, more fondling and then, "Oh my, I almost forgot! we're gonna need to secure your hands and feet, so you don't thrash about inadvertently... We don't want any injuries, now do we?" With that, she brought out two sturdy velcro ties and proceeded to fasten one around my ankles, and the other around my arms behind me. "Is this really necessary?" I muttered, "You know I wanna cooperate." "I know, sweetie. It's just a precaution for your own safety, should you get carried away and lose control... Plus, in order to get the best results, you can't be allowed to touch yourself. Okay hon?" "Okay." She went back to stroking and I leaned my head back, eyes closed, feeling all these incredible sensations. My whole body was starting to tremble as tingling thrills surged up and down my spine. My dick was getting so hard it felt like it might break if she tried to bend it. Blue veins stood out firmly up and down the shaft but she just went on stroking and rubbing. Fast then slow, squeezing hard then softly, all in a strange unpredictable rhythm. All the while, the cap was firmly installed to my dick-head. Presumably, it was to prevent or delay orgasm by squeezing the sponge-like tissue down to the smallest size possible. This stroking went on relentlessly for several long minutes, during which she would point my shaft in different directions, pulling it sideways or down as far as it could go, then letting it snap back with an audible slap to my belly. "Ouch!" "Now now sweet boy, a little pain is sometimes necessary... I'm sure you can take it." All I could utter was a muffled "Mmph." as I realized this was becoming more than 'a little pain'... By now the friction was starting to chafe my tender skin, and the swelling of my hard-on just plain hurt. Moments of pain followed by intermittent bouts of pure carnal enjoyment. Gentle caressing alternated with rough manhandling. Within a few seconds, I would go from delicious erotic excitement to over-stimulated irritation which prevented any thought of orgasm. She also would grab my scrotum, circling the neck with thumb & forefinger, then pull down firmly. Stretching my balls to the limit, she'd pull down hard, hold, then let up, all in a series of rhythmic yanks which seemed to be part of some additional procedure. This felt good, to a point. When she tugged down really hard, the pain was alarming, but just as I felt I couldn't take anymore, she would let up and continue the up & down squeezing motion. That's what felt good. So good in fact, it brought me closer and closer to orgasm. At one point when I felt like I was right on the brink, she just stopped. Let go her hands and stepped back to watch as I squirmed. "Wha--" I grumbled, actually wanting her to continue. "I think it's time to free you from the little helmet and start the next phase." While she was removing it, I thought to myself, "Hope it's not gonna hurt as much as the last part." Then as if she could read my mind, she said, "This won't be nearly so painful, but, you will surely find it to be quite demanding." I twitched, visibly. "I'm confident you will stand up to the challenge, honey. Now just relax, breathe easy, and know you're in good hands." As I stood leaning against the table with hands & feet tied, my cock twitched and bobbed up and down intensely, thoroughly of its own volition. She paid attention to this with great delight. "Now that's what I call a wanton display of sexual excitement!" she laughed. "You see there? Blatant evidence of extreme arousal, and you haven't even seen me naked yet... Well, play your cards right, and you just might get the chance." She proceeded to remove the device, place it on the table, then went back to applying powder and manhandling me. My boner was starting to droop at this point, but she didn't seem to mind. She also removed the leather collar from my balls, saying, "It's time for the 'weights'... I'm going to start you on a gradually increasing series of heavy rings around your scrotum." I remembered she had mentioned something 'wider', I guess this was it. She went to a drawer and brought out some small boxes. "We're going to install this one first, it's not the lightest in my set, it weighs one pound, but I think it'll be just right for you." She took it out and showed it to me. I saw a gleaming silvery metal ring, about 3/4 of an inch thick. Basically two pieces which fastened together with a set-screw. It looked to be heavy. "Putting it on is a bit tricky, but once we do, I think you'll find it quite comfy... the inside diameter is perfect for your sac." I wondered how did she know the diameter of my sac. She came forward and matter-of-factly circled my balls with thumb & finger, pulled down, stretching the scrotum and placed the two halves together around the 'neck' of my sac. Then it was just a matter of tightening the screw to hold both halves together. For me, a little hair pull and/or a quick pinch here and there, but besides that I was fine. "There, how's that-?" she said, standing back. It felt amazingly good. "Fine." I admitted. "Excellent!" She was obviously pleased, and so went on to explain, "I like a man's balls to hang low outside the body... so much easier to grab and fondle. I love to hold them and roll 'em around in my hand like marbles." Lifting mine she started doing just that. "This ball-weight program will train your scrotum to relax and let those marbles hang loose." She pulled the ring gently downward. "Ideally, a sort of cellular memory is formed, and your delicious eggs will hang that way naturally." I wondered if this would really work on me. I've always liked it when my balls were hanging loose, but in the past every time I got horny they would retreat back up into the body, as my scrotum puckered tightly like a prune. "Nowthen," she said in an official tone, "to begin the second phase of your training, we need to apply stimulation and pressure on your prostate." I winced. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it... a bit challenging at first, but the results will be well worth it." she asserted. With that, she opened another drawer containing a collection of all sorts of insertable items. Butt-plugs, dildos, vibrators, in every size and description. Plus many devices that I didn't recognize. I shuddered. "We will need to widen your hole... by inserting bigger and bigger plugs, we'll gradually increase your 'stretchability'... and thus, the size of what you can take." I flinched visibly, thinking about it, but she reassured, "Now trust me sweet boy, all men love prostate massage if it's done right... and I know what I'm doing." I relaxed a bit, she said "Good." as she snapped on rubber gloves and went about lubing up my butt hole. The feeling was indescribably erotic as she probed me. First one finger, then two, then three, wiggling, twisting and undulating while exploring my forbidden zone. My erection grew in spite of this grueling procedure, and in a matter of seconds I was rock hard, dripping precum. "Feel good? hmm? ... I know it does, sweetie." Then removing her fingers she said, "Now let's see... which one of these bad boys should I put in you..?" Rummaging through the drawer, she got an excited expression and said, "Ah-Hah!" as she picked up an excessively large butt-plug. It was dark blue in color and appeared to be 3 inches in diameter at the widest point. The tip which was slanted and only about an inch wide, gradually increased to the full three inches before tapering down to the 'neck' at the base. At the very bottom was a flat platform to prevent the plug from slipping all the way in and getting lost in the colon. I shuddered, wondering how I could possibly take it. Privately, I liked ass-play and owned a few toys, but never anything close to this. "Okay now just relax..." she said softly and brushed her hands under my balls. I felt a little uneasiness, knowing that this monster was surely gonna go all up in me. But then managed to calm down a bit by thinking of how good her fingers had felt. My god, she had all four fingers up my ass and I was loving it! After applying some lube, she began gently pushing the tip at my butt-hole. Sweetly and lovingly she caressed all around my puckered entrance until she knew I was ready, then started firmly pushing at the target. With unyielding resolve she pressed, slowly and relentlessly urging my sphincter to accept this soft invader. "That's good, you're doin' great... give it a little squeeze if you can, baby." My ass opened wider & wider as it went in deeper & deeper. When it was almost half way in, I knew I was in for some pain. It hurt pretty bad, but the pain came in waves, one minute unbearable, the next, fairly tolerable. She persisted with total determination, and I became fearful of serious injury. Possibly the muscle tissues could be torn. Then just about the time I was gonna yell "Stop!" the dark blue mammoth slipped past the portal and was completely in. My sphincter was now at ease, wrapped comfortably around this beast. "There we go honey! now wasn't that worth the effort?" she looked at my expression and said, "I thought so!" My boner had deflated to half-mast, but now with the thing nicely in me, and with this gorgeous lady looking on with glee, I started to feel tingling sensations arising. She strutted back and forth as if appraising my predicament. I could see she was greatly pleased. I was here for her amusement. And I had no problem with that - on the contrary. I love it when two people get off on each other for their own selfish gratification. I started to swoon, but then let my attention come back to this elegant woman in front of me and the spectacular setting I had lucked into. She had me totally under her control, and was going to push my limits like I'd never before experienced. I knew I would probably orgasm like never before. Plus, at the same time she would be using me for her own self-indulgent recreation, and probably orgasm so many times we'd both lose count. ---Sweet. My cock started throbbing of it's own accord. She moved close to me, lightly touching her lips to my ear. I wanted so bad to grab her and feel her but my arms were still securely tied. She brushed her hands up and down my body, pausing at the genitals, all the while putting her face close enough to inhale my scent. I could smell her scent as well. With a quick dip of the talc, she grabbed my twitching boner, and with her other hand reached around behind me to the butt-plug. Looking me in the eye, she began to wiggle the plug back & forth and around in circles. Gently at first, then firmly at odd intervals. A tingling rush spread from deep inside my ass. My whole body started twitching. I knew my prostate was being manipulated by an expert. Waves of pure erotic ecstasy engulfed me as she jiggled the anal intruder. And all the while she continued to stroke my throbbing boner. As her ministrations got more intense, so did my fevered state of arousal. I kicked my legs and bucked my hips compulsively. Whenever she sensed I was getting close to orgasm she stopped and watched my dick as it bobbed up & down. At these moments she would pull downward on the ball-weight and squeeze firmly on my swollen purple head. Then it was back to deliberate stimulation. Words cannot describe how good it felt. With my ball-sac loose & low, the huge plug all up in me, the gentle massage on my cock, I was totally at the mercy of this gorgeous woman. I was being forced to submit, yet I wanted it at the same time. God how I wanted to come, but that wasn't gonna happen until she allowed it. The sensations were overwhelming. I reached a point where it no longer mattered to me if I climaxed or not. All that really mattered was this delicious feeling, and I wanted it to go on forever. Delirious, I started babbling muddled phrases in a vain attempt to express my excitement. She giggled and said, "Hmm? What's that honey? - I didn't catch that. Say again?" taking great pleasure as I squirmed. She carried on with the edging procedure and I went on bucking & squirming in total ecstatic frustration. This continued for at least 15 minutes. My excitement ramped higher & higher until I felt unable to take anymore. And that pushed me into uncontrolled hysteria. I was now in a different state of consciousness. I stopped thrashing. All I could do was take it all in. My perception was focused. I saw and felt everything with amazing clarity, and I no longer was trying to avoid discomfort. No striving, no frustration, I was able to abide in this moment, trembling at the peak of arousal. My breathing relaxed to a steady rhythm. "That's it, there we are, kid..." she said softly. Then cooing and humming sweetly, she ran her smooth hands up and down my body. Then fetching the paper towels she said, "Just stay relaxed honey..." and reached up under me to grasp the butt-plug. "Taking it out is lots easier than putting it in," she started pulling gently, "now push for me like when you poop... good, that's right..." And before I knew it the monster was on the table, wrapped in paper towels. Whew! that was easier than I expected. "Now here comes the part you're gonna like, young man." she said, eyeing me up & down lewdly. Turning, she snapped on a rubber glove, grabbed the KY jelly and started to lube my tender hole. Still in this strange new state of consciousness, my boner straight up and throbbing, tingling waves running all through my body, I heard her say, "Oh, I'm gonna like this too!" With that, she inserted a finger (first one, then two) up my ass, and with her other hand started stroking my dick. Ever so gently she stroked with her dry powdered hand, and with her probing fingers she found my prostate. I was frozen in space, having no choice but to just take it. Expertly, she ramped me up to the brink of explosion then backed off each time, only to start again. "I removed the plug because I can feel with my finger more precisely... to determine the exact moment..." I heard her say this but unable to think, I had no way to apply the concept. My brain was involved in other more pressing matters. She went on & on with total control, causing the most exquisite sensations I have ever experienced. At times I would thrust my hips forward, or throw my head back & forth wildly, but they were purely autonomic reactions. As she continued relentlessly I slipped even more into this feverish madness. Like a delirium or frenzy, but with no turmoil whatsoever. Then at one point she stood up and to my utter astonishment, she matter-of-factly took off her blouse exposing the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen! They had the perfect hang. Erect nipples surrounded by bumpy areolae. I was stunned, this was more than I could imagine wishing for. Smiling casually, she sat down again and resumed her wicked procedure. One finger went in my ass and found that delicious spot, while her other hand returned to the delicate caress of my blue-veined throbber. She seemed to delight in 'accidentally' letting those gorgeous boobs rub up against my bare skin. I couldn't believe this was happening, the sight of those luscious hangers sent me even further into the delirium. She was sexy beyond imagination. I was in awe. I surrendered to her control with total abandon. She started making a 'come hither' motion with her finger on my prostate, and every so often with her other hand, she would stop stroking and pull down on the ball-weight then give my dick-head a squeeze. Precum was dripping abundantly. I jerked and shuddered involuntarily at odd times. I was lost in a dream yet wide awake. My dick started to quiver of its own accord. I knew I was getting close, but had no idea how close. She seemed to know exactly, and began deliberately stroking in a machine-like rhythm. The pace was faster than before, and went on for several minutes. Very soon I was past the point of no return. She knew it before I did, and leaned her face in closer. "Okay sweetheart, let it go... give it to me." She was squeezing hard, stroking the entire length. "Time to launch that rocket." Then at a moment I couldn't predict, I felt the ringing sensation that precedes a climax. She softened her grip and ran her thumb & fingers lightly on my glans. This caused my final approach to slow down. Inch by inch I headed toward the inevitable spill. The closer I got, the more intense was the burning. It was almost excruciating. I couldn't move. I started panting unconsciously. She kept on going slower and softer, expertly nudging me forward to the brink. The burning got so hot I couldn't stand it. Right at that moment the pulsations began, and she instantly switched back to the hard fast stroke. This of course had the effect of prolonging the duration of my orgasm. She indeed knew the "exact moment". My hips lurched forward as violent spasms overtook me, sending massive ropes of semen into the air. Immense gobs were shooting out at blinding speed, and she was catching most of them in her mouth. She sparkled with incandescent passion as she swallowed every drop. My world was ablaze. It felt like forever. I throbbed and pulsed for so long, I started to wonder if it would ever end. Maybe it was a weird paroxysm or something? I didn't care, that would've been okay by me. But it did end of course, and coasting down, the pulsations went on long after there was no more semen in my balls. She continued slurping lovingly on my still hard penis as if she couldn't get enough. Then she looked up at me and said, "See..? I told you it'd be worth a little pain." I was speechless. I just gawked at her like a schoolboy as she untied me and cleaned us both up. Getting dressed, she told me I could keep the ball-weight, provided I come back for regular checkups. "You've done well so far, but there's a long way to go yet." She gave me her number saying, "Be sure to call me next week." I thanked her and headed to the elevator, feeling dazed and extremely happy.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, full body inflation, popping Text: It was a beautiful day, Lesile had decided to call her friend Elizabeth to go into town to go shopping. Lesile was already at the meeting point, only living a couple of blocks from the main street of town. "Hey Liz," Lesile greeted cheerfully. Elizabeth took stock of Lesile and for just a fleeting moment felt jealousy. Lesile was a very pretty redhead, not to tall, and very thin. She could eat and eat without the effects showing on her at all. Elizabeth on the other hand was very self-conscious about her appearance however. Although she had been told by many a guy how attractive she was, she felt...well fat. Nothing could be further from the truth, and most guys laughed when she made that statement to them. Her figure was drastically different from Lesiles, and Elizabeth was more sought after due to it. Nevertheless she still remained envious of Lesile. "Hey yourself," she replied forgetting about her momentary weakness. "Say, I'm hungry. What'dya say we grab a bite to eat before we get shopping, maybe mexican," Lesile offered. Just like her to want to eat, Elizabeth thought. "Sure, whatever you want," Elizabeth answered. They walked through town to the local mexican restaurant, laughing and giggling all the way. They were taking a shortcut through an narrow alley, when a man in a black suit, and tinted sunglasses turned the corner and almost knocked over the two girls. "Oh I'm terribly sorry ladies," he said in an accent neither Lesile or Elizabeth had heard. "I am in such a rush, I didn't mean to startle you". There was something weird about the man, the way he looked at Elizabeth, almost as if he were looking through her. It made her shiver involuntarily, and she felt dizzy for a moment. "No harm done," Lesile said carefully and grabbed Elizabeth's arm to get her moving. When they got out of earshot, Lesile laughed briefly. "This town is just full of weirdos." Elizabeth still felt slightly uneasy, "I dunno, that was definitely creepy." "Come on, I'm absolutely starving. They have an all you can eat buffet." Breaking out of the trance Elizabeth said sarcastically, "great". Elizabeth looked behind her, and thought she caught a glimpse of the man still staring at her. She shrugged it off as paranoia. "Well that hit the spot," Lesile said pushing her fourth plate of mexican cuisine forward. Elizabeth had eaten about three heaping plates herself, which shocked both her and Lesile. She usually ate like a rabbit these day, and to eat all that food was an uncommon occurrence. "I can't believe I ate so much, I feel like I'm going to pop," she said while adjusting the waistband of her jeans which seemed quite a bit more snug now. "Just stick me with a pin." Lesile laughed, "It's good to indulge yourself once in awhile you know." "Lets get outa here so I can walk this off." They paid the check and were back on the main street once more. "Where should we go first," Elizabeth asked "How bout the thrift shop, haven't been there in a few weeks." Ninety percent of Lesiles' clothes came from there, she loved the thrift shops. "Sounds good to me." As they walked to the shop, Elizabeth felt that her clothes seemed tight. She vowed never to eat again. Once inside the shop the two girls picked several pieces to try on. Once in the safety of the fitting room, Elizabeth removed the restricting clothes and examined herself. She could almost swear that she had gotten bigger since this morning. Her already ample breasts seemed to be slightly bigger beginning to spill out the sides of her DD cup bra. Her panties dug into her thighs slightly more than usual, at that moment she decided that she would have to run a few miles that evening. She finally tried on a lowcut party dress she had found in her size(or so she hoped was still her size). She squeezed into it, finding that it was a bit snug around her breasts and hips. She was about to take it off when Lesile opened the curtains trying to catch her friend by surprise. "Wow," she said mouth wide opened, "you look great". Some other women nearby where forced to agree, as well as two guys who nearly drooled at the sight. This made Elizabeth feel ten feet tall, that is until she heard a loud tear coming from her rear. Upon examining with her hands hoping to feel fabric, she instead felt her own panties and bottom. Turning beat read she ran back to the fitting room. I knew it was to good to be true, she thought to herself while removing the torn dress. All she wanted to do was to go home, and get away from this store. As she put on her clothes she had a hard time getting the pants buttoned. "That's all I need", she muttered. Finally, with much coaxing she got the button fastened noticing the amount of her belly pushing over the waistband. Her shirt also seemed to show off more of her belly than usual as she pulled the shirt over her breasts. She came out of the dressing room, and found Lesile waiting for her obviously sensing that Elizabeth would want to get out of the shop quickly. After explaining what happened to the sympathetic sales clerk, they left the shop not having to pay for the ruined dress. "Don't sweat it Liz, it could of happened to anyone." "That's easy for you to say miss waif," she said very upset. Lesile looked hurt by this comment, which made Elizabeth feel guilty for she had said. "Look Lesile, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, you know how I can get sometimes. I think I'm just gonna go home now." Lesile sincerely looked concerned for her friend, which touched Elizabeth. "Look, try to perk up. I'll call you tomorrow, OK." Elizabeth smile slightly, "sure thing. Talk to you tomorrow." The rest of the afternoon Elizabeth sat around and felt a little sorry for herself. She tried to go out running, but found herself rather tired. When her mother called her for dinner, she tried to convince her that she was not hungry. However as of late Elizabeth's mother feared her daughter might not be eating well, and while she was at home determined to feed her. The pasta did smell good, so Elizabeth put a very small portion on her plate. Over the afternoon her Jeans had stretched slightly becoming more comfortable. As she ate however she felt the jeans get tighter and tighter on her until finally the button exploded quite audibly and everyone at the table looked down her wide opened jeans. "Oh my," her mother said. "Are you pregnant," her father asked suspiciously. "I'm a virgin daddy," she said abruptly, causing her father to turn bright red, "I think I'm done. I'm going to bed". She got up from the table slowly, as she felt rather full, covering the exposed part her panties the blown out jeans had exposed. When she reached her bedroom she quickly shed her clothes once more. Her bra was unbearably tight at this point. She looked in the full length mirror, she had definitely got bigger, especially in her chest, a little bigger in the belly, and a little wider at the hips. Still feeling completely exhausted she put on her oversized nightshirt, even that felt a bit snug in some parts, and promised herself that she would be getting a membership at the gym tomorrow. "Right now I have to sleep though," she said to herself. Elizabeth slipped into a blissful sleep, totally unaware of the black cat watching her through the window. Elizabeth realized something when she started stirring out of her sleep, although very vague as she was barely out of her slumber, there was something blocking her vision. She woke up lying on her back and when she opened her eyes she couldn't see over her breasts. She finally woke up completely with a start, "what the hell," she said panicked. She moved her hands to her now giant orbs that were her breasts, and felt how tight her oversized night shirt had stretched over them. It had even started to tear in the center, and each breath she took caused it to tear a little more. She squeezed them slightly and found them to be somewhat taut. She moved her hands down the rest of her body and found her belly to be larger as well. She tried to get up, but was having a hard time with all the added bulk. Finally after gaining enough momentum she rolled off the bed and onto her feat nearly falling over before she found her new center of gravity. She found walking to be difficult, it was more of a waddle. As she turned to her full length mirror she gasped as she caught full site of herself. Her breasts where the size of basketballs and defied all gravity as they were perfectly round without a bit of sag to them. Her hips and thighs seemed huge to her now. She turned around to try and get a view of her bottom, which didn't take much effort. Her panties had slipped into her crack causing a wedgie, and she could see why. Her bottom look like two half basketballs, proportionate somewhat to her bust. "What's happening to me," she almost cried. She waddled over to her door and opened it. Luckily her parents were at work and she had the house to herself much to her relief. She did not want to be seen in this condition. She was pondering what she was going to do when the phone rang. She made her way over to where the phone was, and then lost sight of it under her massive breasts. As she bent down she fell over with the added weight on her front. Fumbling for the phone she finally grabbed hold of it and answered, "h hello?" "Hey Liz, feeling better today," Lesile asked over the phone.. Elizabeth gulped before silently answering, "no I'm not. Could you please come over. " "Sure, is everything OK," she asked concerned. "I'd rather tell you when you get here, and come alone please." "Sure, I'll be over in about twenty minutes." "OK, I'll be here," and with that she hung up the phone. This gave her twenty minutes to get up, and to find something that would fit her. This proved to be no small task. After about a dozen tries, she got enough leverage to lift herself up. Next was to find clothes, and that proved to be the most difficult part. None of her pants would fit her, nor any of her shirts, and dresses were out of the question. She thought about it and decided to check her parents wardrobe. She finally found one of her fathers oversized white button down shirts, and one of her mothers skirts with an elastic waist band that seemed to fit. She looked at herself again in the mirror, noticing how far the shirt stuck out making her look even plumper. She remedies this by wrapping a black belt around the bottom of the shirt showing her boobs off some more. She also decided to put the belt on to tell weather or not she was getting any bigger. The other half of her body looked better, just her thighs and hips look bigger, not so much he calves. Finally ready to meet Lesile she carefully made her way downstairs back into the living room, and plopped onto the couch at a weird angle due to her rounded butt. After what seemed like an eternity the doorbell rang and Elizabeth asked who it was. When Lesile announced "its me silly," Elizabeth yelled for her to come in. She heard the door open and Lesile's footsteps. "You in the living room," she asked. "Yeah, but brace yourself." Lesile rounded the corner and gasped at what she saw. On the couch was a more rounded version of Elizabeth straining a shirt usually many sizes to big. "My God, your your.....", she was speechless. "Huge, plump, go on you can say it," Elizabeth said on the verge of tears. "What happened," Lesile said moving over to her friend. "I just woke up like this." "How do you feel," she ventured. "I feel so bloated, and tight. Its hard to describe." Lesile moved her hand to touch Elizabeth's bloated body and stopped herself not wanting to upset her friend more. Elizabeth just nodded, indicating it was OK. Lesile gave Elizabeth's belly a poke, feeling the tautness of her belly. "Its weird," she muttered," its almost like touching a balloon." "Well I kinda feel like one," Elizabeth replied. They both sat in silence, until Elizabeth began to feel a little dizzy again. "Are you OK," Lesile asked concerned. "I dunno, I feel funny," Elizabeth said looking down at her waist. The belt was starting to get tight on her, her body began to bulge over it and under it. Elizabeth's breaths were more of short puffs as if she were trying to control the intake of air into her. "Your swelling up," Lesile noted near hysterics. "Help get this belt off me, Please," she pleaded. Lesile tried to unbuckle the belt, but it was too tight. Elizabeth's face was red with tension as the belt cut into her painfully. Her chest now strained the front of the shirt stretching the buttons enough that Lesile could see parts of her massive bust. Lesile could only watch as Elizabeth blew up on the couch, her thighs thickening down to her calves finally. Finally the belt exploded off her waist. Elizabeth stopped swelling, and looked down at her body. Her upper torso was becoming more and more spherical. "What are you filling with," Lesile asked giving Elizabeth another poke. This time feeling that she was a little tighter, and she bulged in other places when she was poked. "I think its air," she said," I really am blowing up like a balloon". "We have to get you to a doctor, and find a way to deflate you. You feel tighter than before....," she trailed off. Elizabeth's face filled with fear. "Do you think I'll pop?" "I dunno Liz, but I don't want to risk it, come on I'll drive." "I hope you brought your station wagon," Elizabeth said. Lesile helped the plumpened Elizabeth up and to the door. Getting through the door was a problem, as Elizabeth was far too wide now. Lesile got up behind her enlarged friend and began to shove her through. "Careful," Elizabeth whimpered. Finally they were able to squeeze her through the door, and Lesile carefully helped Elizabeth get into the back of her station wagon. It was a tight fit, and Lesile had a hard time seeing out the back. Elizabeth had a very uncomfortable ten minute trip to the hospital as she rolled from side to side in the car. When they reached the hospital Lesile ran inside to help move Elizabeth. She heard a stretcher being rolled and running footsteps. "Holy shit, she's so round," she heard a voice mutter. She couldn't see over her breasts. She felt hands grab onto her swollen body, and what sound like a balloon squeaking. She cried out when she realized it was coming from her. "She's lighter than she looks," the other EMT said. They placed her on a stretched and moved her through the emergency room and finally into a large private room. Somewhere along the way, Lesile had been asked to stay in the lobby. So Elizabeth was forced to lay there alone. After just a few minutes a doctor entered the room. "Hello Elizabeth, I'm Dr. Owens," he said awestruck. "Doctor, what's wrong with me," she squeaked. "Well its certainly not retaining water, that's for sure," he said realizing that humor was not appropriate at this point. "I'm sorry its just, well, I've never anything like this before. No one has to my knowledge, its unprecedented. But I'm going to try and help you," said Dr. Owens. "Nurse," he called his voice wavering a little. A young nurse walked in and nearly fainted when she saw Elizabeth. "Y, Yes Doc Doctor," she stuttered. "Please help me get Elizabeth on her feet, and then see if we can find her a gown," he said moving over to the stretcher. The doctor and nurse fussed about her and helped her get onto her feet and center her on her plumpened legs. "OK Elizabeth we're going to....." he stopped as he watched the girls face flush. "Oh no," Elizabeth cried, "its happening again." Elizabeth began to blow up again, this time a little differently. Her shoulders began to puff up along with her arms, which began to rise straight out. Followed by her chest which strained the tight shirt. With a "pop" a button flew off it followed by another than another. "She's blowing up like a balloon," the nurse wailed. "Thank you nurse, I can see that," the doctor replied. Elizabeth looked frantically about her as her belly blew up pushing her chest up to her chin. Her shoulders now pressed against her neck, her shirt finally gave up the ghost of containing the rest of her and fell to the floor. "Help, Help!," Elizabeth cried. Her upper torso was almost completely spherical. Her skirt was begging to stretch to its limits and finally burst off her, revealing overstretched panties. Her crotch began to inflate over her legs, and meanwhile her arms were becoming part of her upper body. "I'm getting too big, the pressure is just mounting," Elizabeth cried. She tried to take a few steps, but could only waddle a few inches. "She's gonna pop," the nurse yelled running out of the world. The doctor was about to stop her, when he thought that maybe the nurse had the right idea. Her body was almost completely spherical now, a fleshtoned balloon with gargantuan breasts. It was even making squeaking balloon noises too. Elizabeth grunted and whimpered as she grew enormous, for she was almost three hundred inches around at the waist. "Oh Doctor, help, I'm so big, the pressure is too much. I'm gonna POP!," she was hysterical now. As she struggled against her inflation she wobbled and then finally started sliding onto her back, but fell short as it was too round to lay on. The Doctor then heard straining rubbery stretching and was about to run when the inflation seemingly stopped. Elizabeth just lay there at an angle, he eyes shut just waiting to explode. When she realized that she was no longer inflating she lay very still, fearing even breathing hard. She felt completely full, the pressure almost unbearable. She was a helpless balloon, unable to move. Dr. Owen signaled to the nurse that it was safe to come back in. He approached the bulbous mass that was Elizabeth and placed a hand on her body, and retracted it quickly upon feeling how tight she was. "Whoa," he said. "Uh, Uh, if I get any bigger I just know I'm going to burst," she said. A crowd had gathered outside the room, watching the spectacle of the giant balloon girl, the doctor ordered them away, fearing the enormous unstable girl in the center of the room. "Dr. Owens," the nurse said. "Yes Nurse." "Do you still want me to take some blood from her?" Dr. Owens looked at the girl dumbfounded, "think about that for a second," he told her. She did and then it struck her. "Oh, I guess the needle might not be a good idea". Lesile was led to the room where they had put Elizabeth. No one could get a hold of her parents, so she had decided to stay. When she entered the room she saw a nurse holding the biggest hospital gown ever. It was more like a huge sheet then anything else, no doubt the engineering of improvising nurse. Then she looked over at the flesh colored balloon with breasts in the middle of the room, she couldn't see Elizabeth's head though. She slowly walked over to where she could speak to her face to face. Elizabeth looked back at her friend her face shrouded with fear at her predicament. "Oh Elizabeth...", she said completely at a loss. "What's it like," she asked. "I'll never look at a balloon the same way that's for sure," she managed to say. The pressure must have been immense in there. "If I have another episode.....". It was a disconcerting thought to say the least. "I need to get some more material for the gown, I'll be right back," said the nurse. The nurse left the room, and closed the door. "We'll find a way to get you back to normal, don't worry," Lesile said trying to comfort Elizabeth. "Always looking at the bright side aren't you Lesile." Lesile spun around and found a man in a black suit standing there. The same man they had ran into in town. He had startled her, for she did not hear the door open. "Who's their Lesile," Elizabeth asked. "I think you'd better leave mister," Lesile warned. "Oh I don't think so, after all, an artist admires his handiwork," he said playfully. Lesile stared at the man in fear, "you did this," she whispered. "That's right my dear," he smiled, "I had no idea this would be so much fun. Watching you squirm as you blew up." "How," Elizabeth whispered unable to see the man. He approached Elizabeth's rounded body. "Get away from her, Doctor, Nurse.....", She was cut off as she felt her body freeze into place. "No one can hear you dear, so please don't waste your breath." He poked Elizabeth causing her to bulge and to whimper again, "Stop that," she said. "You see, I'm what you would call a warlocke. Do you believe in magic Lesile," he asked. When she didn't respond he continued, "Its no matter, because I do. My powers flow from the fear of others that I link to. In the case of our rotund young lady here," he patted her again causing the skin to squeak, "well I found out her fear of getting fat and well acted on it. She didn't get fat of course but it gave me the idea for this. I think that I will have to do this more often," he added. "Please, let the air out of me," Elizabeth pleaded. The warlocke laughed, "well that wouldn't be very fun would it. No no no. Lets see. How shall we end this," he was toying around. "You bastard," Lesile yelled," I'll....", she found herself unable to talk. "Kindly shut up miss," he said casually," now where were we". He climbed up onto Elizabeth's body, causing her to bulge dangerously. "Oh, stop, your gonna make me pop," Elizabeth cried. He brought his face between her monstrous boobs, and looked down at his victim. "That's the idea you know. But how shall I do it I wonder. Stick you with a pin maybe," he said while poking one of her orbs. "Please stop, change me back, please," she pleaded again. He smiled and stood up on top of her and began to jump, causing dangerous rubbery groans to emit from her tight body. "Oh stop, just stop, oh...oh....oh". He finally stopped and jumped off her body. "It would seem as though there where still some room in there. Lets see just how big you'll get," and with that he snapped his fingers. Again she began to swell, the warning noises coming from her body. She flapped her hands against the sides of her body, and kicked her little feet. Soon her hands and feet where being engulfed by her sides, as well as her feet. Lesile watched in horror as the warlocke inflated Elizabeth to her limits. She saw that her nails where beginning to dig into her sides, she closed her eyes. "Oh no, my nails, I'm too big, I'm.....gonna...........pop ohhhhhhhhhh," her nails dug deep into her sides. Her cheeks began to puff up as well as her lips, she swelled, and swelled, and swelled, and POP!!! There was a deafening sound of a balloon popping. Lesile opened her eyes to find the room filled with shreds of flesh colored rubber, and thankfully that was it. The warlocke stood there with his eyes closed, seething with power. "Well its been fun my dear, lets do this again shall we," and with that he vanished leaving only a menacing laugh. Lesile began to cry, still frozen to the floor. "I'll get you you bastard, if its the last thing I ever do."

Title: How You Seduced Me Ch. 03 Tags: forced, shower It's been a week since you seduced me and took my virginity, and you haven't called, even though you were tender after and promised to call the next day. I felt a bit butthurt, both figuratively and, for a day or so afterwards, literally. But, I tell myself that I'm over it now, that I should just accept it. It was hot and sexy for the little slice of time we were together. It's enough. It's hard to sleep at night, though. So a week later around 2 a.m., I'm taking out my frustration upon the iron at the 24 hour gym I go to, no one else here but the night manager and some old guy slowly doing sit ups. I'm adding another iron plate to the seated bench press machine, one 20 pound plate short of my personal best of 270 pounds, when I notice you walk past me. Our eyes lock for a brief second, a guilty look on your face, then you glance away and walk to the upright rowing machine next to mine and start fumbling with the settings. Fuck it, I think. That's all? Giving me a Medium Ignore? I close my eyes so I can focus all my strength on moving the weight, trying to rid myself of anger and replace it with a good clean burning sensation in my pectorals and arms. By the fourth rep, I'm straining to complete the press, my muscles too tired, and I'm about to give up and lower it back toward my chest, when I feel the tiniest easing of the weight. I hear your voice say, "C'mon. You can do this." I open my eyes, and see you have your fingertips next to mine, taking maybe 5 pounds of weight off the load. So I press with all my strength and complete the rep. You shift your hands a fraction, so your index fingers touch my fists clenched around the handles. I feel a little shock from the touch, like a miniscule jolt of electricity. "One more", you say. "Then let's leave." I look in your eyes, wondering if that means what I think it does. You wordlessly answer by discreetly sliding a finger up my middle finger, all the way to the knuckle, while giving me a hungry, predatory gaze. I assent by grunting and straining and somehow getting the stack of iron up and then back down while your fingers take just enough weight to make it possible. We walk in silence to your black Toyota SUV in the nearly deserted parking lot. It's still dark outside, with more darkness inside my head. You hold the door open for me. I think of turning on my heel and walking away to my car. That would feel good. But I don't. Finally I say, "Why?" "Hmm?" "Why didn't you call?" A long silence. "Get in and I'll tell you on the way." I think about it. You reach out and give my hard muscular ass a squeeze and then gently nudge it toward the open door and the waiting black leather seats and darkness within. On the drive to your house, you're quiet and stare ahead at the road, and I think maybe you're not gonna answer the question. Just as I'm about to tell you to turn around and take me back to my car, you say, still not meeting my eyes, "I don't do relationships. When I'm horny, I try to find some stranger to blow me or let me fuck them, and then I leave." "Then why am I here?" "Because it was different with you. Hot. Sexy." I just stare at you, until you take your eyes off the road a moment to glance at me. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but ..." "What?" "You really gonna make me say it?" "Just fucking man up and tell me." "Fine. I felt something with you. And that felt weird, OK? Not how it works." I don't say anything. "Whatta you want, fucking flowers or something?" You pull into your driveway, and, silent, we go into your house. Into your bedroom. Silently, you pull your black Calvin Klein T-shirt off, still damp with sweat from the workout, revealing your strong muscled body. Silently you kiss my neck and skin while you undress me. Then you open a drawer and take out a set of frilly red panties. "Put them on." "The fuck? No." You tug down your gym shorts and kick them away, no underwear, revealing a stiffening cock, a drop of precum moistening the tip. I slowly drop to my knees. "No," you say. "Put on the panties first. Be my sexy girl." You grasp my long hair and gently tug me to my feet again, then slap my cheek. A symbolic slap, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to assert your dominance over me. You hand me the red frilly piece of cloth. Blushing, turned on, I slide them up my bare legs. You grab me by the neck and roughly force my head down to your by now thoroughly erect cock, bending me over. I smell the musky scent of your body, pungent from sweat and a little offputting, but I'm feeling my cock stiffen, and so I take the soft rubbery cockhead in my mouth, tasting the salty precum, and rub my tongue over the sensitive underside. You grunt. "Mmm, baby, that feels good." One of your hands holds my neck firmly while your other strokes my hair, and you start facefucking me, just the cockhead sliding through my lips to my waiting tongue. I can't believe I'm wearing slutty sexy red panties, while taking a hard cock in my mouth for the second time in my life. Not just a cock ... your cock. How the fuck did you coax me into doing this? "Are you my woman?" you grunt out as you thrust deeper. Mmmph, I say through a mouthful of cock. You take that as the "yes" I meant to say, and make sounds like I make when I'm on the verge of cumming in my wife. I grab your hard ass cheeks to brace myself so I can take your quickening thrusts and work my tongue, trying to make you cum, giving my man all the pleasure I can. But then you slow down, pull back from the verge, pull your cockhead out of my greedy lips. I look up, asking with my eyes. "I don't want to cum like that", you say. One of your hand slides under my panties and down the cleft of my cheeks, touching my hole. I feel an electric thrill from the intimacy of your touch, from the surrender of letting you wordlessly tell me, order me, how you want to slake your lust. You pull me upright again, spank my pantied ass. "C'mon. We're all sweaty. Let's go in the shower and get clean." We go in the bathroom. Your shower is all glass panels, the walls tiled in what looks like white marble streaked with grey. There's a bottle of lube in the soap rack, and I briefly wonder if any men, or possibly women, have shared this shower with you, but I think, nah, probably for jacking off, and let that jealous thought go. I reach down to the waistband of my panties to take them off. "No. Leave them on." You open the glass door and playfully smack my ass yet again as I step in. You must really like my ass to be hitting it so much. Soon, hot water is streaming down my body and soaking my panties while you stand behind me and kiss my neck and down my spine. I shudder with pleasure. You grab the bar of soap and rub it all over my body, rivulets of suds and water cascading down my slippery flesh, making my skin tingle. You finish by pulling my panties to one side and inserting a finger between my cheeks, rubbing the soap onto the rim of my waiting hole. I moan. God that feels good. I hear the click of the lube bottle in the shower rack, and you slide a finger inside. It hurts a bit, but oh so good. "You like being fingerfucked?" "Mmmm!" You push a second finger in. It hurts more, but I take the pain. I take it for you. I feel so slutty, letting the fingers of a man who I'm not sure even likes me, who picked me up in the gym, probe so intimately inside me. But it's a good kind of slutty. Your fingers stretch me open, and hit something inside me, my prostate I guess, and I feel a burst of pleasure with the pain. My cock hardens a bit more. "Is my girlfriend ready to get fucked?" I nod yes. You slowly slide your fingers out of me, and I go "oh!" as the pressure and pain ends for now. You push me against the glass wall, slick with water drops and suds, then pull my hips back so I am partially bent over. You grab a fistful of my long hair and pull my head back, and now I am helpless to escape, not that I want to. I look over my shoulder and watch as you rub lube all over your cockhead and shaft. You kick my legs farther apart. I imagine what you must be seeing, your slutty dirty girlfriend bent over and legs splayed open, vulnerable and ready to be fucked hard, with her hair tangled and wet in your fist as you yank on it, soaked wet red panties clinging to a boyish hard ass, her body lathered with soap as you pull my panties to the side again, showing the round globes of my butt and my asscrack and hole slick with lube as you position your cock for entry ... You're not gentle now, your cock impatiently pushes at my loosened pussyhole, and you thrust so hard my cheek is pressed against the glass of the shower and my hands are also braced on the slick glass, trying to keep my balance as you grunt and shove and get your cockhead through my ring. It hurts, but you don't care, it's just animal lust as you roughly shove inside a bit deeper with each thrust, and I take the pain and the violence of my face being trapped against the glass as your fist in my hair immobilizes me, stuck in place with your prick going deeper as I try to relax my ring and let you in as far as you want, damn the pain, it's all about your desires. "Take it, bitch." I take it, thrilled to give my body to be used by this near stranger, the violent thrill of being your fucktoy girlfriend with your cock buried all the way inside now, grunting and moaning, a kind of strangled lusty growl in your throat, and it feels so good to be taken and used and fucked hard, pain and pleasure and a bit of fear at the roughness, and you let go of my hair and grab my hip with one hand, the other hand still holding the red silky fabric of my panties out of the way of your shaft drilling deep inside me. "Clench your pussy tight around my shaft, bitch." It hurts even more, but I obey, I tighten my assrim and give you the pleasure of a clenched tight hole to fuck. That must be putting you over the edge, because you thrust and growl harder and spank my ass, and I briefly wonder how I'm gonna explain red hand prints on my asscheeks to my wife when I go home, but fuck it, I don't care in this wonderful intimate moment of surrender. "You want my cum in you? You want to be a good girlfriend and take my sperm?" I'm gasping with pain and the lovely jolt of your cockhead hitting my prostate deep inside me with every fast deep thrust, and it's a rhetorical question anyway because you don't wait for permission, you take what you need so bad, moaning and spanking me and cursing as you cum, shooting my ass full of what I'm guessing is a weeklong load from the intensity of how you're cumming, all the pent up sperm from when you last fucked me. Or so I hope. I fight back another twinge of jealousy, because I want to just give you this pleasure and not demand anything in return other than the lovely sensation of being used and spanked like a naughty girlfriend fucktoy who gives her man everything he demands. "Oh. Oh fuck", you say. "Aaaaaaah." I think you're done cumming, but you're still slowly pushing inside me as I clench my burning sore hole and milk the last of the cum out of your body, letting you deposit the dregs of your seed in me, accepting this gift. You're gasping for breath like you ran a sprint at top speed, clutching my wet soapy body with your strong arms, and I know from cumming in my wife that you must be so sleepy now, so when your softening cock finally slides out of my ass I gently disengage and take your hand and lead you to bed, pulling back the sheets for you as you collapse, still wet and soapy from the shower. I cuddle up, holding you gently and letting you fall asleep in my arms, not ruining it for you by demanding you talk about it, knowing from your terse statements on the ride home that you don't want a girlfriend who yammers on when you need to sleep. I stroke your hair as you sleep, your hard flesh warm against mine, and think about how I really ought to go home before it gets too hard to explain my absence to my wife, but fuck it, I'm not gonna let her steal this moment from me, so I close my eyes and surrender once more, this time to sleep ...

Surprising the Parents A Chelsea Tail Chelsea yawned. She’d stayed up too late last night. She looked at the mess on the bed. Clyde looked up at her from the middle of the pile of laundry and gave a soft mew as he stretched out his paws. She rubbed his head and ears gently, getting a rumbly purr from him. She was going to miss him. He snugged into the warm laundry and she moved out into the living room, checking her bags. She had one small carryon and a large checked bag stacked and ready to go. She hoped it was enough. The phone rang. “Hi, dear,” her mother’s voice rang out. Chelsea smiled just a little. “Hi, mom.” “Oh, I’m so excited! With you coming home, and all, finally! I’ve got your room all set up! We’re just going to have the best party ever! Your father is going to be so surprised!” Oh, Chelsea was certain of that. “I’m excited too, mom, but I have to get going, I’ll call you when I get to the airport, okay?” “Oh, okay, honey, you fly safe and give me a call when you get in. I told your father I was going to my sister’s in city for the afternoon. He still doesn’t know!” Her mother giggled. “Thanks, mom, but I’ve got to go, love you, bye! Don’t forget to drive the van!” “I won’t! Bye, angel.” Her mother hung up with a click. Chelsea set the phone down. Her taxi was coming in about twenty minutes. She checked everything and tapped her foot. Where was Irene? She busied about making sure everything was cleaned up. Well, except the pile of clothes. She left them for Clyde who was now snoozing. She petted him a time or two more as she moved about. Finally, a knock on her door came. She opened it to have Irene bustle in in nothing but her running yoga pants and sports bra. She was panting slightly. Irene was one of her few other changed friends. She sported long pointed ears, long silvery hair, and her tits were supernaturally perky from her trip through the machine. Small changes compared to her own, but ones that made Irene exotic looking and very popular with the geek guys, leading to her nickname as “the Busty Elf” among several of them. Hell, on a couple of nights Chelsea had even debated seeing if the rumors were true about her friends enhanced libido. “Sorry, sorry, I know, I’m late!” She was a bit breathless. Clyde, normally shy around strangers came up to greet her. She promptly bent down to pet him. “Yep, cab in ten minutes, and I’ve got to get downstairs. Here are the keys, instructions, and everything is where it usually is. You and Clyde be good for a couple days?” She handed over an envelope with the keys and instructions. Chelsea was impatient to get moving to the airport. She picked up Clyde who rubbed his face on hers, resulting in him getting several quick kisses and a hug, then she grabbed her bags and headed for the elevator. Irene stood in the doorway holding Clyde, waving goodbye. *** *** *** The trip to the airport was thankfully brief. The taxi dropped her off right in front of the gate and she was able to check in early, paying the bag fee for her large bag and taking her purse and small carry-on with her. She’d learned that milkers weren’t allowed in carry-ons so she’d stowed her small one in the big bag with most of her clothes. She got through security, unfortunately requiring the pat down because the scanners had never been updated to accept the taur body style. The woman who did the pat down was professional, but it always felt weird to have her udder moved around by a stranger. Thankfully she’d milked this morning and wasn’t leaking. She was given little rubber caps for her horns as a safety precaution. The lady was nice enough to help her get them on. The security measures were ridiculous in her eyes, they had been outmoded for years, but she always felt the terminal staff were unnecessarily abused by folks for just trying to do their jobs. Eventually she got to the gate about thirty minutes before boarding. It was nice that she actually had managed to find a direct flight, but the cost of a taur ticket was always two to three times the normal passenger cost. There’d been a court case over that. Unfortunately, the courts had ruled that the special accommodations had to be made, but they could be charged according to space, and the special designed taur seating took up a whole row in most planes. She shifted anxiously. Starting to wonder how her parents were going to take the surprise of seeing their daughter with four legs. She didn’t think her dad would take it well. The horns, tail, udder and extra boobs were going to be interesting to explain. She’d rehearsed in the mirror to psych herself up for the impending confrontation, but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to avoid hurting her dad. She paced a bit while waiting, seeing a few others start to fill up the space for the flight. Thankfully it looked like a pretty empty flight since it was a Tuesday. South Dakota was small enough that she was actually a little worried she’d see someone she knew on the plane and would have to explain things to them. She frowned. That risk would even bigger when she landed. Finally boarding got going. She got to board early, that was one perk of being a taur. They were sent in with the mobility impaired since the seats were hard to get into and out of. The seat was more like a bench where she could set both her legs. The flexible of her torso allowed her to shift so that both appeared to be seated forward, with her top leaning towards the bulkhead, so she could look out the window. Unfortunately, this exposed her udder and she asked for a blanket to cover up. The stewardess was kind enough to get her one, and she settled in for the flight. Thankfully no one recognized her, though the little kid behind her kept kicking her seat. Otherwise she was mostly left to her own thoughts and the blur of the countryside below. *** *** *** Chelsea awoke with a start. She’d drifted off, and the plane was starting to descend. She stretched and shifted as much as she could, watching the ground come nearer. The seatbelt sign flashed and the captain squawked over the speaker. She made sure hers was tight and settled in for the last decent into South Dakota. The plane’s landing was thankfully smooth, and Chelsea waited until everyone else had cleared the aisles before getting herself undone and retrieving her carry-on from the overhead bin. She groaned at the kink in her back from sleeping in the awkward position as she stepped lightly off the plane into the terminal gate area. She’d forgotten how tiny this airport was. She pulled out her phone and turned it back on. The small device beeped at her as she the dial button. “Hi, angel, are you here safe and sound?” “Yes, mom, I’m going to get my bags now.” “I’m out in the short-term parking, do you need met to swing around and grab you from the curb? They didn’t like me waiting there.” “No thanks, I’ll meet you in short-term.” Her mother paused for a moment. “I’m over on the north end, second row in, I think.” “Thanks mom, can’t wait to see you in a few.” Her mother squeaked with joy “I know, it’s so exciting! My little girl is home again! You go get your bags and I’ll be right here waiting for you.” The phone clicked off and she stuck it back in her purse. She grumbled; even custom-made stuff still didn’t come with decent pockets. Hanging a right out of the terminal area, she swung over to the baggage claim. She tapped her back right foot impatiently waiting for the carousel to start moving. She tried even harder to ignore the pointing fingers, whispers and stares. While body mutation modifications had become fairly acceptable in the major cities like Boston, even for one as noticeable as hers, out here in the rural areas it was still seen as weird and unnatural. To be fair, it was completely unnatural, but damn it that’s what made it fun, she mused. Her tail swished in time with her agitation, made worse by a small child’s shrill voice. “Mommy why does she have four legs?” “Hush. Don’t you pay any attention to that abomination.” “Can I ride her?” “No, now be quiet.” That was all she caught; it was enough. Yep, she was definitely back home. The folks were good people, but damn, could they be resistant to change. She sighed, and waited. The carousel finally got engaged and she was able to get her bags without any other notable gasps at her body. She ducked out the door and headed across to the parking lot. The family van was there, she could see it parked. Taking a deep breath, the walked up behind it and opened the back. She heard more than saw her mother open the door. She steeled herself as her mother came around the corner of the van… and stopped cold in her tracks. “Chelsea Ann!” came the gasp. “What on god’s green earth?” “Um, hi, mom.” She hoped she didn’t look as sheepish as she suddenly felt in front of her mother. Her mother stood there, hand over her mouth, her gray pixie cut blowing in the breeze as she stared. “My word. My word. My word.” She mumbled. “I need to sit down” Chelsea helped her mother to the end of the van, where she sat heavily despite her relatively small frame. “What did you do to yourself?” She looked up at her daughter. It was the same face that she always knew, but body was drastically different. Chelsea stuck out her arms “Surprise!” “Surprise? This is not a surprise, this is…” Her mother trailed off. Chelsea put an arm around her mom. “Mom you always said be true to yourself. Well, this is how I feel, and what I wanted.” “But you’re a…” “Freak?” Chelsea supplied. “I was going to say cow,” her mother responded tartly. “But yes.” “It’s okay, mom. I’m happy.” “How long have you been like this?” “Almost three years.” “And you didn’t tell us?” “I was worried how you’d react, and well, one thing after another and I just decided it would be best to let you see me.” “I wish you’d told me. Told us. Your father is going to have a conniption” “Would you have told me not to come?” “What? No! We love you! You’re our baby girl. But this is a tremendous shock! I just don’t understand why you’d ruin your beautiful body doing this.” “Your mother said that to you when you got that tattoo.” “That’s different!” “Is it?” That shut her mother up for a moment. “Mom, please, I know this is hard, but I did this because it’s what I always wanted. I still have my job, I still go on dates, and I am still me.” She crushed her mother who seemed to melt just a bit under the hug, and she patted Chelsea’s arm. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and gave her daughter a hug. “I’m sorry, it’s just so, shocking! But I love you and I want you happy, so if this is what has made you happy, then I will just have to learn to accept it. Just give me a little time? Okay?” Chelsea returned the hug. “Okay, mom. I love you, too.” “Alright, young lady, let’s get you into the van before the neighbors start staring.” “Too late,” Chelsea laughed as she closed the back of the van and walked around to the passenger door, sliding it open to climb in, even as her mother brought the old V-8 roaring to life again. *** *** *** “So, honey, we, um, weren’t expected someone with your, uh, proportions at the table. I’m going to have to make some adjustments to our seating.” Chelsea nodded as her mother started to ramble about the seatng. Chelsea was half resigned to lying down at the kids table, if necessary. She flipped out her phone while it still had signal and typed a quick message to Irene letting her know she was safely on the ground. A few moments later the phone beeped with a thumb’s up emoji. Her mother hadn’t stopped talking, but was on about the guest list for the party. Chelsea tried to tune in again as her mother rattled off named. “… and Daniel, he’ll be bringing Kelly with him too, don’t ‘cha know, and then we’ll get Stevie to drive over.” “You know he hates being called that.” “What?” “Stevie. He’s hated it for years. He likes being called Steven.” Her mother just ignored the comment and went back to talking about the party. Chelsea rolled her eyes slightly. Her mother could be incorrigible some moments. The drive wasn’t short, more than an hour, so there were plenty of moments she just tuned her mother out. Roxie was never one to let a silence go unbroken and seemed perfectly cheerful rambling on about the neighbors and the small doings of the farm community. Sometimes Chelsea listened, other times she just stared out at the rolling low hills that made up the region, which were covered in swaths of verdant green crops. She sighed. She hadn’t missed this. Her mother’s rambling took a different tone and she tuned back in. “So what are we going to tell the family?” “Tell them?” “About you.” Her mother gestured vaguely at her daughter in the back seat. “What’s to tell? I got myself transformed into a cow. You observed that quickly enough.” “But it’s so…” “I know, I know, unnatural. Can we move past that please? I’ve been this way for a long time now and I’m really happy.” Her mother bit her lip, it’s was a sign she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. Chelsea gave in. “Alright, mom, what is it you want to know?” “Are you really a cow?” “Do you mean can I give milk, or is this fishing about grandbabies again?” “Um, kind of both.” Ah, that was it. “Yes, I express milk, a lot of it. I need to be milked every evening at least, and no you don’t have to help. I can handle it myself. As to grandbabies? I told you I don’t really want kids, but rest assured my plumbing is just fine and still intact. If I were to have a child, it would come out looking like a normal human child.” “Good.” Roxie seemed relieved that any grandbaby she had would at least look normal. “Still doesn’t change you’re not getting one.” Chelsea remarked. “I already feed enough babies with my milk.” “That’s nice dear,” Roxie was ever the optimist, “but, never say never.” Chelsea let it drop. It wasn’t worth the fight, but her mother just moved on to another topic as she swung off the roadway onto the gravel driveway. The farmhouse waited at the end. *** *** *** The van stopped near the porch. The clunk of the engine rough against the faint sounds of the farm. There was no sign of her father, which was probably just a well. Chelsea wanted to freshen up and hurried to extract herself from the van pleading a need for the bathroom. Her mom just waved her in and went to unload the suitcases. The house hadn’t changed. The same furniture, the same warn floors, and the same pictures. Chelsea stopped a moment at one of the last. It was the entire family before she’d moved east. The picture showed her before her change, a slender blonde. The happy smile, the classic denim jeans and t-shirt look she sported though most of high school. She’d been a lot smaller chested then too. Looking down at her engorged breasts, it was definitely a far different experience now as she gently lifted her bottom pair and felt their heft. “Don’t tell me after all that talk you’re missing your old self?” Chelsea jumped slightly, enough to make parts of her wobble in ways that her old self would have never known. “No. Just remembering.” “You always hated being small chested, even though I told you that you’d learn to appreciate it better when you were older. I guess that ship sailed.” “Yeah, I guess so.” “It’s alright. I think I’m starting to understand.” “Really?” “Maybe, come on, let me make some tea and you go get settled in your room and we’ll have a nice long visit while your father is out working.” Roxie left the suitcases with her daughter and wandered off into the kitchen. *** *** *** Her old bed was going to be a little too small for her new frame, but she stretched out on it contentedly anyway. Her mother sat in the old rocking chair that had been in the corner since she was a girl. Her few remaining stuffed animals moved carefully to the dresser for the time being. “So, now that we have time to relax, it’s about time you tell me about it.” Chelsea was perplexed. “Tell you about it?” she asked, not certain what it was. “The experience. You know I’ve heard all kinds of bizarre things about it on television and from the preacher, even a few friends, but you’re my own daughter. You’ll give me the truth.” Roxie took another sip. She fumbled for words. What was she supposed to tell her mother? “Are you, uh, sure you want to know? I mean, it’s kind of, ahem, intimate?” “You’re a grown woman now, Chelsea, and while I might be your mom, I’m hardly the prude you might have thought I was when you were a teen. You can talk to me about sex, heaven knows I had enough of it making you three.” “Eww, mom!” Roxie laughed at her daughter’s distress. “Relax, I don’t need the details, I’m just askin’.” Chelsea finished off her tea as she pondered the event. “It really is weird. They take you into a room and there’s a big machine, kind of like a tanning bed, and they put you in it. It’s really hard to explain the sensations that it gives. Some moments it’s like you’re being pulled apart, other moments it’s like orgasmic bliss. I mean I could feel each change, but it was so much that it was hard to process. I guess the new legs hurt the most, feeling them grow so fast. My horns kind of hurt too. But other things? The udder? It just felt like a swelling balloon over my groin that just felt like it was going to burst, but never did. I don’t know. It’s really hard to say.” Roxie nodded. “That’s enough for me. I appreciate you telling me.” “Why did you want to know?” Chelsea asked, curiously. “I am just curious, that’s all.” She smiled. Chelsea wasn’t convinced of that, but said nothing. “Now, what next?” Her mom asked abruptly. Chelsea felt a pull in her udder, “um, I think I need to take care of something.” Her mother shot her a rather surprised look, “I thought you already did?” “No, I mean, we’re not on east coast time. My, um, udder, doesn’t know that.” Even having opened up this much to her mother, it felt embarrassing to tell her that she was about to start leaking milk out of her teats if she didn’t do something soon. Comprehension dawned on her mother. “Oh.” “Yeah.” Roxie rose from her chair, “I guess I’ll leave you to your business then.” “Thanks, mom.” “You’re welcome, sweetie, and I’m glad you came to visit.” With that Roxie stepped out and shut the door. Chelsea sighed and lifted her suitcase with the milking equipment. She’d have to forgo the usual erotic fun that she indulged in, but getting the milk out would be relief enough. Attaching the portable milker to her teats she sighed in relief as the suction began to drain her udder. *** *** *** Her mother set about the kitchen preparing for the evening festivities, such as they were to be. Chelsea on the other hand finished her milking, cleaned up the gear and was about to pour the milk out when her mother objected. “You can’t just waste it!” Roxie’s horrified voice rang out as Chelsea prepared to pour it down the drain. “Well, I can’t take it back with me, and you have all the dairy cows you need on the farm. Besides I don’t have the gene for cow milk.” “Huh? Speak English dear, I don’t know what that means.” “It means I make human milk, like for babies and stuff.” “Oh, you do?” Roxie clapped her hands together excitedly. “I told you that.” Chelsea dreaded the idea of another grand baby conversation. But that wasn’t where her mother was going with it. “Oh, would you be willing to let me give it to a friend? Her milk never came in right, and she’s got a little tyke, she could really use that milk for him.” Chelsea eyed the milk that she held over the sink. She was just going to waste it. “I suppose so, but you’ll need to freeze it.” Her mother was way ahead of her, already fetching down bags. “We use these for calves occasionally, but they should work for yours.” So it was that the freezer found itself stuffed with milk while her mother excitedly dialed up her friend to offer it. Chelsea just made her promise not to tell her where she got it. *** *** *** The day was fading into evening by the time she heard the front door open and close again. Putting her book down she carefully stood back up as she heard voices. Her father’s voice boomed, “Hello honey, how was your sister’s?” It was harder to hear her mother, “Oh, well, I decided to not go.” “Really? Why not?” “Oh, something came up, and I just had to drop everything for it.” “Must have been important.” The sound of his boots hitting the floor came loudly through the wall. “Very.” She said slyly. “Alright, dear, what’s going on?” “Well, I have a surprise for you.” “Can it wait? I see David and Kelly pulling up the drive? Hey, it looks like Steven is following them! We’re going to have company! Wonderful!” He chortled in delight. “I just wish Chelsea could make it out. Did you plan to give her a call tonight, Roxie?” “Dearest, if you’d let me finish, I said I have a surprise for you.” Her dad wasn’t paying attention as he watched out the door at trucks that pulled up. “Let the kids get in here and then you can tell all of us.” Chelsea could hear the exasperated tone in her mother’s response. “Okay, dear.” It was almost time, and Chelsea took a deep breath, readying herself for the inevitable. *** *** *** The door swung open again, this time to the sounds of chatter as her older brother Daniel’s wife began to chatter immediately with Roxie who gave half answers as she waited for people to get settled. The booming voices of her brothers greeting her father as they came in. Tentatively Chelsea opened the door to her room. It was just a few feet. Just past the bathroom into the living room, and then? She shook just a little in nervousness. She straightened her dress several times, trying to make sure she was ready. But would she ever be? Another deep breath. “Now, if you folks are quite done for a moment, I was in the middle of telling your father I have a surprise.” Roxie’s voice carried over the general hubbub of the family. “A surprise, mom?” Steven asked. “Yes, I really wanted your father’s 60th to be special, so I made some arrangements.” That was her cue. Chelsea stepped into the hall and walked forward. “Chelsea?” The word all but died on the lips of her little brother as the room turned silent. Chelsea nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot and then threw out her arms in an attempt to relieve the tension. “Surprise dad!” You could have heard a pin drop. It was Roxie who tried to save things, “Fred, I flew Chelsea in to be here.” Fred looked at Chelsea, then back at Roxie, and then Chelsea again. His voice was tight, controlled, but the message was clear. “What in God’s name have you done to yourself?” Chelsea knew he wasn’t going to take this well. It’s why she’d been putting it off for three years. She dropped her arms to her sides again and tried to hold his gaze. “Happy birthday dad.” “You have the audacity to come here, on my birthday to show me that you’ve changed your beautiful god given body into that, that, thing?! You aren’t my daughter, you’re a… cow.” Fred stormed from the room, while Chelsea fled back into her bedroom, tears already welling up. “Fred!” Roxie yelled after him. *** *** *** She had already started packing when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she responded automatically, trying to wipe away her tears. Her little brother Steven opened the door. “Chelsea?” “Yeah?” She sniffed. “Is that really you?” “Of course, it’s me.” His hand rubbed through his hair, “Wow, you look, um,” “Different? Freakish? Like a cow?” She snapped a bit more than she intended. He winced a bit at that, “Yeah, I guess, but I was thinking more you. Like you should be.” “You’re not upset?” She asked. He paused, “No, why should I be?” “The way dad acted you’d think I’d ended the world.” He made a crude gesture in the direction of the kitchen, “Dad’s an old stodgy jerk. You know that, but you did lay a bit of a surprise on everyone tonight.” “I know. I’ve been meaning to tell the family.” She sighed. “For how long?” he asked. “Three years.” A low whistle escaped his lips. “Wow, you could have said something sooner. I wish you’d told us.” “I wasn’t sure how any of you’d react. You were kind of still a brat when I left.” He chuckled slightly, “Sis, it’s been over seven years since you left, I’m a bit older now, and maybe a bit smarter than I was.” “I hope so, you were being pretty dumb when I left for college.” “We’ve missed you.” He opened his arms to her, and she fell into a hug with her not so little brother. “I’ve missed you too.” *** *** *** Her older brother and his wife stayed didn’t bother to check on her, but she wasn’t surprised. She could hear periodic yelling from the kitchen between her mother and father. Steven had made himself scarce after checking on her, she figured he’d disappeared into his own old room since it was a long drive back to his place. By the end of it she was just ready to go, but her flight wasn’t for a couple days and she really had no way of getting there since taxis really weren’t a thing out this far from a city. Nor could she really afford to change her ticket. She was going to have to suck it up and stay. It was late by the time the yelling stopped. She was still up, curled against the window watching the stars that she’d not seen for years in the city. A very soft rap on her door startled her. “I’m sorry honey, your father…” “Is doing exactly what I knew he would be doing.” She finished for her mother. “It really is a big shock.” “It shouldn’t be. I’ve wanted to be a cow my whole life. You both knew that. Science just finally gave me a way.” She turned away from the window finally to see her mother who had clearly been crying herself. “I think I always knew, you’re right. You are how you want to be, and we should be happy for you.” “I just wish dad would be.” “He’s going to have to get over himself.” “And pigs will fly.” Chelsea responded ruefully. “I know you’re stressed honey. I want you to get some sleep. I know tomorrow is supposed to be the party, but I think I’m going to make some plans for us in town. We’ll give your father some space, and something to think about.” “Alright.” Chelsea wondered at her mother’s cryptic words, but shrugged, accepting the blanket and the kiss on her forehead from her mother. *** *** *** Chelsea awoke to the sound of her mother on the phone. “Yes, that’s great that you can squeeze me in, I really appreciate this.” “Who was that?” Chelsea mumbled sleepily as she wandered into the kitchen. “Oh, just someplace I want to stop by in town.” More of her mother’s cryptic answers. Chelsea made her way in to the kitchen. Her father was nowhere to be found. Steven chatted amiably while Daniel and Kelly sat in somewhat stony silence trying not to look at Chelsea. “Daniel, would you and Steven stay around today, find your father and spend some time with him? I’ve got some errands to run.” Daniel just nodded and returned his attention to his oatmeal. After breakfast Chelsea grabbed a quick shower, or at least as quick as she could given her body size, and got ready to go. It was still fairly early as she climbed into the van and they set off back towards town. The first stop was just down the road, a small farmhouse with a young couple who had a small baby. Chelsea never got out of the car as her mother delivered the first batch of milk to the couple. She got a couple hugs and a lot of thanks. Getting back in the car she pulled them back out on to the highway. *** *** *** As normal Roxie kept up a constant prattle as they motored back towards the city for what she described as some girl time. Chelsea figured her mother wanted to do manicures and pedicures, but was a bit shocked when her mother stopped in front of a business she’d never thought she’d see again. “Mom, what are we doing here?” “This is our next stop.” “You can’t be serious!” Chelsea stared at the door. It was one of the ‘Nu You’ chain of transformation parlors. She had no idea one of them had even set up shop in this remote region of the country, let alone that her mother would bring her here. It was in an old strip mall, with few other stores, save a black light minigolf place and what looked like a seasonal costume shop. There were a few signs about going to hell scattered about the parking lot from religious demonstrations against it, but it seemed they were the only ones there this morning. Her mother started to get out of the van. “Mom I’m not getting changed back.” “I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to sit and wait while I make a few modifications to myself.” “What?” “I am going to teach your father a lesson.” “By what?” “I was thinking of a tail. I’ve kind of always wondered what having one was like.” “Mom this is a serious decision!” “Yes, it is, but last night made me realize that I need to support you.” “You don’t need to change yourself to support me.” “Oh, I know. This is for me. You don’t think you came by love of your tail out of the blue do you? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have one of my own. Plus, this is going to teach your father a lesson.” “I am not hearing this.” “Don’t be like that, come on, I need support here too. Come sit with me.” “I can’t believe you’re doing this.” “Believe it.” They both made their way into the reception area. “Hi, I have a 10:30 appointment this morning.” Roxie started. The woman, distracted by Chelsea, quickly realized she needed to do her job. “Oh yes, Mrs…” “Just Roxie, please.” She interrupted. “Yes, Roxie, got it.” She jotted it down on a clipboard which she handed over. “Please fill these out and we’ll get you in. My but this lady has had some lovely work done. I didn’t know we had anyone in town who had such an extreme change.” “This is my daughter; she’s visiting from Boston.” “Oh, how wonderful, do you mind if I get a look?” Chelsea blushed a bit as she promptly did a little circle to show off her full body a bit. The receptionist clapped excitedly. “That is amazing!” Turning her attention back to the paperwork at hand she looked down the chart. “Mrs… um Roxie, I need you to initial these forms and fill out this one. This is a pretty quick procedure so you should be in and out in.” Roxie reached for the pen and began filling out the forms. “Mom, are you sure about this?” Chelsea inquired. “Of course, I’m sure. I’ve given it lots of thought and I’m a grown woman, and your mother I might add. If I didn’t get veto power over your tail, then you certainly don’t get one over mine.” Chelsea stopped, and bit her lip while her mother finished up the paperwork before handing it back. “Thank you, now about the payment?” “Oh yes, here’s my card.” “Thank you. Let’s just run it through… and you’re approved. Everything is all set, have a seat and we’ll be out to get you shortly.” Within a few minutes her mother was walking through the dark glass door, on her way to be changed by the machine. *** *** *** Chelsea fidgeted. She knew her mother had every right to get transformed, but she worried all the same. She wasn’t sure what lesson that her mother hoped to teach her father, either. She tried not being too anxious, and the receptionist was mostly ignoring her as she dealt with calls and filling out paperwork. It was quarter past eleven when her mother came back out. At first Chelsea couldn’t see much. Her mother looked mostly the same, though she was walking a bit oddly. It took a moment for Chelsea to realize it was because she had her new tail stuffed down her skirt and it was distracting her. This wasn’t unusual, her own tail had taken a couple days to learn to control. Her mother gave a sheepish smile at the looks her daughter was giving her. “It kind of has a mind of its own right now.” “You’ll get used to it.” Chelsea smiled a bit at the humor of watching her mother twitch as she fought to control whatever tail she’d added under her skirt. *** *** *** The next stop was the anticipated manicure, pedicure, and facial. Both women getting a chance to luxuriate in the spa treatment. Chelsea was surprised at how open most of the women were to her, and many asked her a lot of questions. It seems that the option for getting changed had only been around a few months and while some of the more adventurous folks had tried it, most folks had merely been curious. So, she did a lot of dispelling of rumors. The lady running the place had a blast painting her toes all kinds of vivid colors that sparkled, while another girl took the time to brush out her tail, something Chelsea greatly appreciated. By the end of the afternoon both women were much relaxed and headed back to the house, with only the occasionally uncomfortable shift from her mother in the front seat to give away that she now sported a tail. Chelsea was curious enough, and after a while finally broached the subject, but her mother firmly refused to answer. “That’s between me and your father,” was all she said. *** *** *** The farmhouse was quiet when they pulled up, but there were sounds from around back. Peeking out the backdoor Chelsea saw her brothers and father congregated around the grill in a ritual that she knew all too well. Her father was flipping steaks, while Daniel and Steven drank beers with him. Kelly sat off quietly over on the picnic bench under an old oak tree. Her sister-in-law saw her and a faint twitch to her face made it clear that she wasn’t thrilled. Cheslea sighed. She’d never been close with her sister-in-law. She and Daniel fought too much. His devout conservatism versus her progressive liberalism. It had made for a lot of rousing fights during thanksgiving dinners, particularly in election years. Sadly, she knew he was a stubborn solid second edition of her father, and he married a woman that wasn’t about to welcome a freak into her life. “Come on, go, you’re blocking the door. I need to get this potato salad out there.” Roxie half pushed Chelsea out the screen door into the sunlight. The talking instantly died as the guys turned to her. Only Steven seemed to offer any reassurance with a wan smile. Chelsea looked at him, hoping for any clues, but a subtle shake of his head made it clear. She wasn’t going to be welcome here. Roxie ignored this silent exchange as she brought out dishes and sides. She even brought out a skewer covered in corn, potatoes, and peppers for Chelsea to eat. She ducked over the grill and placed it over the back of the grill, away from the meat. “What’s this?” “It’s dinner for our daughter, she doesn’t eat steak.” Daniel scoffed, “Why because she turned herself into on?” There was a resounding smack as Roxie’s open hand went straight across Daniel’s cheek. “What the hell, mom!” Roxie’s voice was icy. “She is your sister, and you will treat her like it.” “She’s a freak.” Daniel shot back. “She is your sister!” “She is not my daughter,” came a low growl, tinged with a slight drunken slur. “No daughter of mine would debase herself in such a way. We raised her better than that.” “We raised her to be her own woman.” “She’s a fucking animal, Roxie, and I don’t want her here.” Fred slurred again. “How dare you, Fred.” “I don’t want an animal in my house.” “If you kick her out then you’d better kick me out too.” “What the fuck are you talking about Roxie?” “I am saying if you don’t want any animals under your roof, you’d better kick us both out.” “You aren’t an animal, she is.” “Oh, I beg to differ!” With that she spun and pulled up her skirt to flash a soft white flash of fluff as her tail sprang outward. It shivered a bit as it flicked, Roxie’s agitation making it stand upright, much like the deer she copied it from. Fred rocked back as if he’d been hit. Daniel all but fell over, while Steven spat his beer and tried very hard to suppress a grin at his mother’s audacity. “Roxie, what did you do?” “I did what I needed to make you understand that your daughter is still your daughter. I made a choice to stand with her, and respect her decisions. I listened to your bigotry last night. If you want to keep me as your wife, then you’re going to learn to accept her, and me! “ Chelsea was awed by her mother’s fervency, her devotion to defending her daughter’s choice. It was a warmth that crept up through her seeing her tiny mother stand up to her father this way. She wanted to run and hug her, but for the moment she let the sight play out, her mother, tail still out and flicking over the back of her dress, and her stunned father who now sat next to the grill looking lost and confused. Daniel had slunk away to hide behind Kelly who seemed oddly detached from the whole hullabaloo, still drinking her beer. Finally, Fred seemed to recover a bit. “Roxie, it’s been thirty years. I’ll no sooner kick you out of my house than I would cut off my arm. If this is how you feel, then…” He trailed off, lost in thought, his balding head red in the sun only slightly darker than the shades of crimson that washed across his face as he musted the courage to say the words. “I’m sorry, I’ve been an ass.” “Good, do it again and we’ll get you a tail to match.” Fred seemed horrified at that prospect, and it took him a moment to realize his wife was kidding. She graciously tucked away her tail again and set about finishing the food. Though the mood had broken somewhat she and Steven came inside to eat with Chelsea while their father sat in his yard chair, mostly ignoring the birthday steak he’d cooked. “Maybe it wasn’t the best birthday for him.” Chelsea conceded. “No, perhaps not, but it’s one he’ll never forget, and I think one he needed to have.” Roxie commented as she munched on some corn. “He’s a good man, but he needs to get with the times. I’ll make sure the next time you come visit it’ll be a friendlier atmosphere. I’m sorry this has been so rough on you.” “It’s not all your fault. I should have told you sooner. I should have given him time to prepare. I just thought he’d have to accept it when he saw it was me. I was wrong in that.” “No, he would have just dug his heels in harder. He needed the shock to knock some sense into him. It will get better, I promise.” The evening remained quiet, and Steven left soon after. Neither Daniel nor Kelly bothered to stay goodbye, but at long last Fred came in and apologized once more before he headed to bed. “I’d better go check on him. Maybe show him the tail isn’t all bad.” Roxie smiled slightly wickedly. “Mom!” Chelsea objected. “Relax. I’ll be ready to take you to the airport tomorrow.” With that she cleaned her place and headed for bed. Chelsea just set about milking herself to leave another batch of milk for Irene’s friend.  *** *** *** The goodbyes had been somber, but her father had chosen to see her off. His hug was stiff, but she could accept that. At least she got one. By the time she got home from the flight it was late. Irene was waiting up for her with Clyde who mewed happily at her return. “So, how’d it go?” Irene asked. “Better and worse than expected.” Slowly Chelsea related the trip to her as she started unpacking. Irene made polite noises of listening and a few comments, but hooted when she heard about Roxie’s sudden decision to get a tail and show it off at dinner. “Well, I’ve heard about getting a man’s attention with some tail, but that’s a bit too literal even for me.” “This coming from someone who looks like a gamer’s wet dream.” Chelsea lobbed back at her friend. “Hey don’t knock it sister, I love some action from the guys and this look gets me all I can handle, and that’s a lot.” She cupped her generous bust and posed seductively for a moment. “That’s not going to work on me, I’m into cock remember?” Irene faked a pout, “Too bad, you’d be fun.” “Tell the guys that.” Chelsea’s voice lowered. “I think most guys are just a little intimidated by me.” “Their loss. Maybe you should find a guy with enough hands to tend those nipples of yours. No sense settling for two when four would do better. But do let me know if you ever decide to pinch hit for the other side. I’d love a chance to give you a ride.” Chelsea laughed, “Maybe I should, on both counts, but not tonight. I need to be milked and to get some rest.” “Well, I could always lend you a hand.” Irene made a rude gesture with her fingers. “I’m sure you could, but then I’d never get done!” “Who says? I take pride in making sure all the ladies in my life get finished. More than once if possible.” Irene gave an indignant snort. “You are incorrigible. Delightful, but definitely incorrigible.” It was Irene’s turn to laugh, “Always, and don’t you forget it!” Clyde just circled their feet purring and rubbing against their legs. It was good to be home.

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

Title: How To Make Characters Talk in Your Stories Tags: dialogue punctuation, punctuating dialogue, how to use quote marks, quote marks, dialogue, writing dialogue, punctuation, punctuation help, writing help, how to punctuate dialogue **LESSON 1 Why Use Dialogue in the First Place?** Hi, I'm Whispersecret. I am going to attempt to explain how you can include dialogue in your stories. Hopefully, by the time I'm done, you will be able to confidently use quotation marks, commas, ending marks (.?!), and tags (he said/she exclaimed) correctly. There is even a "final exam" at the end you can take to see if you understand. First, I wanted to talk about why using dialogue is critical for stories. Literotica has thousands of erotic stories. If your story is riddled with grammar/punctuation errors and lacks good dialogue, it's a good bet that people will pass and move on to a story that is easier to read. Some contributors to Literotica refrain from having their characters actually talk, and their stories get read. They may even get good response. But I think those stories are lacking for many reasons. REASON 1: Stories that have long, uninterrupted blocks of text are difficult to read. The human eye needs that white space. It helps the reader track the lines easier and prevents migraines! Haven't you read those stories yourself, where you lose your place in the paragraph? It's probably because you're looking at a solid wall of text that has nothing that your eye can use as a sort of marker or guidepost. Real dialogue can provide that necessary white space, making your story easier to read. (Proper paragraphing helps too.) REASON 2: You are writing erotica to entertain readers with a sexy tale. Pure narrative with no conversation at all can be boring, and for an erotic story, that's counterproductive. Take this example: *I asked her to get on her knees and suck my dick. She told me she wanted that more than anything! Then she took me in her hot mouth and I told her how incredible it felt.* That is what passes for dialogue in some stories. It is not dialogue; it is poor writing. Those three sentences aren't enough to be considered truly boring and monotonous, but if you have a whole story like that, believe me, it can get tedious. How much more interesting is it to read this instead: *"Get on your knees, baby, please. I want to watch you suck my cock." "I want that so much, Matt. God, I want to feel your hot prick in my mouth!" "Fuck...oh, FUCK! That's incredible. Don't stop. Suck it harder, baby..."* Can't you just hear the desperation in their voices? The naked lust? And I didn't even add tags to describe their voices, the expressions on their faces, etc. That's coming up next. REASON 3: Dialogue provides a punch to a story that can't be given any other way. Look again at the example I gave you above. Let me add a little to it and see how much more effective it is. See if you come away with a little bit more than the last time. *"Get on your knees, baby, please," I begged Yvonne in a hoarse voice. "I want to watch you suck my cock." "I want that so much, Matt," she said breathlessly. "God, I want to feel your hot prick in my mouth!" I panted as she took me between her lips. I could barely speak. "Fuck...oh, FUCK! That's incredible. Don't stop. Suck it harder, baby..."* I hope you saw a difference. I hope you *felt* a difference! This time you know that Matt is so aroused that his voice is hoarse. Yvonne is breathless; she really wants him. REASON 4: You can communicate much more about your characters by choosing the *exact words* they utter. For the next example I'm going to have three people say basically the same thing—that someone was wearing something that wasn't the current fashion. See if you get a different impression of each person based on the actual words that come out of their mouths: "I was totally blown away. Her outfit was like so yesterday. I mean, this is the new millennium, you know." "I'm telling you, everyone who is anyone was talking about it. How could she possibly have worn that outdated ensemble? It was positively passe." "Huh, sugar, I can't tell you how silly she looked. Like she raided her grandma's attic!" Did you get a feel for those three people? Did you even create a picture of them in your head? I hope so. You can say about your characters by putting specific, well-chosen words in their mouths. I'm sure I've missed some other reasons why dialogue is important to stories, but hopefully you get the idea. Quotation marks need to be there. Make friends with them. **LESSON 2 Quotation Marks and A Little Bit about Commas** Now, I'm actually going to teach you some rules. Stop rolling your eyes! Periodically I'll insert little "tests" so you can try it yourself. I recommend you actually use a pen and paper to write the sentence the way you think it should be. This will help cement the skill in your head. I'll have several returns to separate the "quiz" from the answer so you aren't so tempted to peek. When I teach school children about quotation marks, the first thing I tell them is that whatever is inside the quotation marks is **exactly what comes out of the character's mouth.** If you remember that one thing, you'll do fine! Anything outside of the quotation marks is part of the narrative. Here's a sentence without quotation marks: *I don't swallow cum she said.* Where do the quotation marks go? The marks should "hug" the exact words that come out of her mouth. *"I don't swallow cum" she said.* Now, something is still missing. The comma. Usually you have to set off the quotation from the tag (he said, she replied, etc.) with a comma. (I'll get into exceptions to this later.) The comma goes **inside** the quotation marks. *"I don't swallow cum," she said.* Try it yourself. Here is a sentence without punctuation: *Your cock can't possibly be ten inches long the doctor said.* Which of the following is correct? *A. "Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long," the doctor said. B. "Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long" the doctor said. C. "Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long, the doctor said."* The answer was A. Did you get it right? Good for you! **REVIEW: Rule 1.** Quotation marks bracket the exact words the character is saying. **Rule 2.** If your quotation comes before the tag, the comma goes inside the quotation marks. **LESSON 3 More about Commas and Capital Letters** Sometimes the tag comes before the quote. If it does, you still need a comma. This time, the comma goes directly after the tag, **outside** of the quotation marks: *She said, "They had an orgy."* Did you happen to notice that the above sentence has two capitals? I'm sure you remember your first grade teacher telling you that every sentence must start with a capital letter. That is why "she" is capitalized in that sentence. However, when you're quoting someone in a story, you also have to capitalize the first word they utter. That is why "they" is capitalized in that sentence. You try it: *Larry said her tits were like cannonballs* Which is right? *A. Larry said "her tits were like cannonballs." B. Larry said, "Her tits were like cannonballs." C. Larry said, "her tits were like cannonballs."* The answer is B. Give yourself a pat on the back if you got it right. That was complicated. Every sentence needs an ending mark (a period, an exclamation point, or a question mark.) The ending mark acts like a stop sign to tell the reader that the sentence is done and a new sentence is next. In dialogue, the ending mark goes **inside** the quotation marks: *Larry said, "Her tits were like cannonballs!" Larry said, "Her tits were like cannonballs?"* You try: *A. Dolores cried, "Don't touch me there"! B. Dolores cried "Don't touch me there!" C. Dolores cried, "Don't touch me there!"* The answer was C. **REVIEW: Rule 3.** If your tag comes first, the comma is outside of the quotation marks. **Rule 4.** If your tag comes first, capitalize the first word that is uttered by the character. **Rule 5.** If your tag comes first, the ending mark for the sentence goes inside the quotation marks. **LESSON 4 More About Ending Marks** Take a look at this sentence: Is that a banana in your pocket she asked Shoot! This is complicated, isn't it! Where does the question mark go? Well, let's put the quotation marks in first. Remember they hug the exact words being spoken. "Is that a banana in your pocket" she asked Good. Now, remember when I told you that usually the quotation is set off from the tag by a comma, but that there would be exceptions? Here is an exception. She is asking a question, so you need a question mark **instead** of a comma. The question mark goes **inside** the quotation marks. It's supposed to punctuate the actual question being asked: *"Is that a banana in your pocket?" she asked* This sentence is still missing one thing. The entire sentence needs its own ending mark, a period. *"Is that a banana in your pocket?" she asked.* There. It's exactly the same with an exclamation point: *"It IS a banana!" she exclaimed in disappointment.* You try it. Which is correct? *A. "How many shaved pussies have you licked" he asked? B. "How many shaved pussies have you licked," he asked? C. "How many shaved pussies have you licked?" he asked. D. "How many shaved pussies have you licked he asked?"* The answer is C. Suppose the tag is first. It's even simpler. There's only one ending mark, and it still goes **inside** the quotation marks: *She asked him candidly, "Will you fuck me?"* **REVIEW: Rule 6.** If your character is asking a question or exclaiming something, the ending mark goes **inside** the quotation marks. If the tag follows the quote, you need to add a period. **LESSON 5 The Tag in the Middle** We've gone through tags in the beginning. (I said, "I love you.") We've covered tags following the quote. ("I love you," I said.) Now I'm going to teach you about tags that sit smack-dab in the middle of the quote. Here's a sentence with no punctuation: *No Kyle said with a laugh she's never been with another woman* First, let's put the quotation marks in. Remember, they go around whatever words come out of Kyle's mouth. It's tricky, though, because he says something, then you have the tag identifying Kyle as the laughing speaker, and then he says something else. *"No" Kyle said with a laugh "she's never been with another woman"* Now, remember how quotes have to be set off from the tag with a comma? In this case, you need two. *"No," Kyle said with a laugh, "she's never been with another woman."* You try it: I would like to make love to you the man said right here, right now Choose the right one: *A. "I would like to make love to you," the man said, "right here, right now." B. "I would like to make love to you" the man said right here, right now." C. "I would like to make love to you, the man said right here, right now."* The answer is A. Now suppose Kyle says something longer: *No, she's never been with another woman Kyle said with a laugh as far as I know she's not bi-curious at all* In the above example Kyle says one complete sentence, then there's the tag, and then he says something else that's another complete sentence. Here are where the quotation marks go: *"No, she's never been with another woman" Kyle said with a laugh "as far as I know she's not bi-curious at all"* Now, look at the above example and see how many sentences you see. There are two. Where you divide them is up to you. You can connect the tag to either the first quote or the second. If you attach the tag to the first quote, you need a period after "laugh". That makes the next quote a complete sentence on its own, so it needs its own capital and ending mark: *"No, she's never been with another woman," Kyle said with a laugh. "As far as I know she's not bi-curious at all."* If you attach the tag to the second quote, it should be this way: *"No, she's never been with another woman." Kyle said with a laugh, "As far as I know she's not bi-curious at all."* That reads a little awkwardly, though. Still, the choice is up to you. Here's your chance to see if you understand: *I can't believe it he said with a grin I actually saw her panties* There are two correct answers. Here are your choices: *A. "I can't believe it he said with a grin I actually saw her panties." B. "I can't believe it" he said with a grin, "I actually saw her panties." C. "I can't believe it," he said with a grin. "I actually saw her panties." D. "I can't believe it," he said with a grin. "I actually saw her panties!"* Answer: C and D **REVIEW: Rule 7.** If you put the tag in the middle of a quote, you can attach it to the first quote or the second. Follow the other rules for adding punctuation. Make sure each sentence has its own ending mark. **LESSON 6 Paragraphing Dialogue** Generally, every time someone new speaks, you start a new paragraph. On the Web, that means a double return, not indenting. Here's an example from my story, "Hostile Takeover": *"Tired?" Rockwell's deep voice startled her out of her reverie. He stood not two feet away. Her father was busy lining up his next shot. "What?" She sat upright on the barstool. She must have sunk down during her daydream. "You looked like you were falling asleep. Don't stay up on my account." Remarkably, her father agreed. "Absolutely. If you're tired, baby, go to bed." "All right." She edged away from Rockwell, smiling nervously. "Good night, Mr. Rockwell." "Good night, Fiona." He paused and smiled at her, his hand wrapped around his pool cue. "Sleep well."* Now suppose one person is saying a lot. Then it gets more tricky. You have to apply a different rule for paragraphing by looking at the content of what they're saying. In general, paragraphs are made up of several sentences that talk about one idea. In stories, the sentences may revolve around an action, rather than an idea. Here's another example from my story, where a character is saying quite a lot. The first paragraph deals with her thoughts about another character. The second paragraph is a different set of ideas relating to something she did. *"My God, when we went riding that day, I was trying to figure out how to seduce you! Is that your game? Is that how you really get your kicks? I'll bet that's it. You find a virgin to be your sexual Pygmalion. Then the minute she seems to act like the sleazy slut you were training her to be, you shun her and watch her make a fool of herself. Groveling at your feet for one lousy kiss. "Well, fuck you! I don't want to be a whore! I did those two guys because I had to! I didn't want to. I didn't like it. I hated it!"* Look at the end of the first paragraph. Notice that there are no closing quotation marks! Ooooh! "But, Whispersecret," you say, "that kind of goes against the rule stating that quotation marks hug what's being said, doesn't it?" Yep. But that's the way it is. Look, I'm not the one who made up the rules! You omit the closing quotes on the first paragraph to indicate that the same person is still speaking. **REVIEW: Rule 8.** Each time someone new speaks you start a new paragraph (double indent). **Rule 9.** If one character has a long speech that stretches over more than one paragraph, you only need the closing quotation marks at the end of the last paragraph. **THE FINAL EXAM** That's it. That is all I can think of to tell you about the rules of dialogue and punctuation. Now, let's see if you've really got it. Punctuate the following sentences. Then check your answers carefully at the end. Aim for one-hundred percent; all true writers do. *1. I always swallow she said smugly 2. he shouted at the top of his lungs I understand, mistress* (Be careful with this one. Notice how he's shouting.) *3. she loves you so much Sara said I can't believe you're dumping her 4. Tabitha said in a sultry voice that feels so damn good. Don't stop 5. I'll never submit to you she screamed, straining against her bonds you disgust me 6. Lifting his face from between her thighs, he asked what did you say 7. Tara chewed her gum noisily as she said the problem with guys is they always go right for the clit. I mean, don't be in such a hurry. Take it slow, tease me a little first. I want some time to enjoy it. You know what I mean? And how come so many of them like shaved pussies? I mean, why would they want to look at a mound that looks like a little girl's? I think it's sort of perverted myself.* (Add punctuation and divide this into two paragraphs.) *8. You suck him, Ally, I said. No, you first, Ally replied. I frowned. How come I always have to go first? Because I'm the oldest and I said so.* (Hint: Two people are speaking. They each say two things. Don't forget to divide this into paragraphs.) *Good luck! Happy writing!* **ANSWERS** 1. "I always swallow," she said smugly. 2. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I understand, mistress!" 3. "She loves you so much," Sara said. "I can't believe you're dumping her." (You COULD have a comma after "said" if you choose, but I think it's better with a period.) 4. Tabitha said in a sultry voice, "That feels so damn good. Don't stop." 5. "I'll never submit to you!" she screamed, straining against her bonds. "You disgust me!" 6. Lifting his face from between her thighs, he asked, "What did you say?" 7. Tara chewed her gum noisily as she said, "The problem with guys is they always go right for the clit. I mean, don't be in such a hurry. Take it slow, tease me a little first. I want some time to enjoy it. You know what I mean? "And how come so many of them like shaved pussies? I mean, why would they want to look at a mound that looks like a little girl's? I think it's sort of perverted myself." 8. "You suck him, Ally," I said. "No, you first," Ally replied. I frowned. "How come I always have to go first?" "Because I'm the oldest and I said so."

Title: Tragic Fiendship by Setta Flamowitz Tags: Clean, Dark, Death, F/F, My Little Pony, Pony My Little Pony: The Magic Fiendship [Totally and 100% a work of parody. Do not spaz out, please.] The air whipped against Rainbow Dash's face, making her lips wobble as she pushed, faster and faster still, her mind and heart united in her quest for speed. No longer was she racing, no longer was she defending that poor shy pony; now there was nothing but the speed, straining against the air itself, feeling the pressure build, feeling the burning in her wings as she went faster than she ever had before... ... and her eyes opened in the night, tears running down her cheeks. Always, always she dreamed of that moment, that last instant of happiness, a fresh torment to taunt her in her sleep. Sometimes she dreamed she had done it, that she had broken through, saved the day, been a heroine. Those dreams were the worst, mocking her with false images of what might have been. Respect and friendship, a joy in flight she would never know again... The crippled pegasus laid her head down again, her shattered wing atop her as ever, her crumpled feathers the only comfort she kept. Her chamber amidst the ruins of the cloud-formed city was cold, but she had long since ceased to care. Just like all the others. Rainy closed her eyes and tried to return to sleep, not bothering to still her tears. \*\*\* "GET BACK HERE, YOU STINKING GLUEPOTS!" howled the red-eyed pony, charging madly through the forest, her yellow coat stained red with the blood of the small woodland creatures she had captured that morning to skin. The three small, nimble fillies ahead of her wasted no breath replying, but ducked and weaved through the woods, pulling slowly away from her. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" she screamed, but the three vanished from sight at last. She kept running in a berserk rage, chasing after those impudent vandals who had shattered her cages and freed a month's worth of hunting. \*\*\* "That was a close one," gasped out one of the three small fillies, a skull-faced apple on her flank. "We couldn't leave them," responded another, a distinctive plant on her side. "You saw what she was doing to them." "Yeah," said the third, subdued. "I wouldn't wish that one \*her\*, let alone some helpless bunnies." She wore an unusual harness with a strange metal tube on either side of her body, underneath her wings, and a picture of one of those tubes as her mark. Their mentor nodded her striped head somberly. "It is good, when innocents yelp, to muster courage up to help. The evil that one does is vast, for all the sorrow in her past. But you must mind this fact too; do not be hasty, Shootaloo." "You didn't hear them, Zecora," said the little pegasus quietly. "Belladonna, you tell her." "It was... worse than usual," admitted the young unicorn. The zebra shook her head sadly. "What she had done before was bad, but Nightmare Moon's power drove her mad. I fear we can no longer wait; now we must embrace our fate." Apple Doom's eyes widened. "You mean... it's time?" Fear and anticipation whirled alike and make her legs quiver. Zecora nodded. "No longer will they let us hide, when Flutterpsycho stands defied. The Tragic Fiends will do their worst... so we must go slay them first." \*\*\* The first they knew how to defeat. Apple Doom's skill with traps and crafting made it easy to prepare a deadfall lined with spikes, in the dense jungle where Flutterpsycho would be forced to walk. They had prepared the pit long since, but knew that using it would mean there was no turning back, victory or death, in a land where death had become easy to find. Merely showing themselves was enough to incite the berzerker pony to scream, froth, and give chase... and soon enough she struggled in the pit, impaled on a dozen sharpened spikes, gnawed ready by a local rabbit, the pit itself dug and maintained by dozens of forest creatures. They swarmed in, biting and clawing until the pony's yellow coat was hidden beneath their small, furry forms. Ever since the blue pegasus had fallen from the sky and crashed into her, frightening away the butterflies and animals that had begun to gather, Flutterpsycho had sought madly to find ways to keep them all forever. At long last, she would be with all the forest creatures forever more. A mouthful or two each. \*\*\* Vengeance came swiftly. A mountain of muscle and purple fur charged into Ponyville mere hours later. Wild bursts of chaotic magic erupted from her wicked horn and shattered already-precarious buildings. Ponies fled screaming as fast as their tired hooves could bear them out of town, anywhere but in her path. All but one. A single filly stood her ground. "I'm not afraid of you, Starless Midnight!" she declared defiantly with a toss of her head. The purple bruiser snorted. "You should be." Her hooves thudded heavily on the ground as she advanced on her target. "You don't stand a chance against me." Her eyes glared, narrow and furious at the unicorn before her, at the world that had so disappointed her. "I've improved my body day in and day out for years, ever since that stuck-up school threw me out just because I couldn't pass some stupid test." Her teeth gritted still at the memory, trying so desperately to open the egg, sobbing as her parents brought her home, vowing never to look at another book so long as she lived. "There's no way some little filly is going to get in my way. I'm going to stomp right through you and not even pause, and you'll have about two breaths to regret being so stupid before I crush your skull!" "Maybe so," said the little unicorn, but stood her ground. Starless Midnight snorted again and broke into a charge. Her foe ducked aside at the last moment, her horn scraping against the Tragic Fiend's side, scratching through her fur. Starless Midnight turned, hooves slamming on the ground to stop herself. "You think dodging is going to save you?" she snarled, and set herself for another charge. She took her first step... and found herself sinking to the ground, her legs gone weak and distant, her vision going blurry. "Wha... what's happening?" she demanded, feeling her body rapidly shutting down. The filly tossed her head again, an oily sheen coating her horn in the moonlight. "There's a reason they call me Belladonna, you know." Starless Midnight died before she could ask what that reason was. \*\*\* Rainy glared up from beneath her black-painted eyelids at the pegasine Crusader, her dark black blood spilling from the hole in her side, the breath coming more and more laboriously to her lungs. "You... haven't won anything," she gasped out. "Nightmare Moon will avenge me, and your suffering will make mine as nothing!" Shootaloo snorted, slowly trotting forward - and sharply slammed a hoof against the blue-black pegasus' broken ribs. "In that case, I better ramp up your suffering first. This is a little trick I like to call... Shootabuse." Rainy's mouth gaped wide in anguish as the Grim Champion forced her hoof into the wound... \*\*\* Apple Doom's flanks heaved, standing atop the fallen form of the gryphon, its lifeblood still dripping from her chin. The room beyond was a vast, empty ballroom, filled with slowly swaying forms of cloth-piles, piles of rocks adorned pathetically with top hats and monocles, and a disturbing collection of stuffed ponies... expertly taxidermied. Behind a long, elegant, but all brown-and-silver table laid out with a sparse repast, a bright pink pony sat. "Do you like my party?" she asked sadly, then, "No one ever likes my parties. No one will ever come to them. That's why I make my own guests, too. Then I can have the most wonderful parties with all my friends. You'll be my friend too, once I've taken your insides out.." \*\*\* In a wild chaos of clashing colors, another sat, her white hide spattered and stained with years of neglect, her purple main tangled and oily. Her army, as she called it, or rabble as any who dared would have described it, milled aimlessly about. The favor of Garishly protected them in the dark world of Nightmare Moon, ensured them the right to take what they wished, eat anything they could find. They broke and ran and were run down when the buffalo stampeded through their midst. The zebra cried out, running alongside their chief, "Though your revenge is not denied, their leader you recall is mine!" He did not respond, too busy running over the thrashing body of a fallen pony with a pair of scissors on his flank. Zecora found the tent easily enough, a riot of mismatched colors that stood out even in the gloom. Garishly looked piggishly up from a fat-swollen face at her, horn glowing dangerously. "You don't really think you can WIN, do you?" she snorted. "You haven't even any magic to fight with!" "You will learn what I can do, but not soon enough for you," responded the zebra, flicking her head - and a small vial flew through the air toward the grossly obese unicorn. Garishly made a contemptuous snort and blasted the vial with a bolt from her horn. A purple mist erupted... and lanced toward her. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but the mist formed a loop about her neck. Her forehooves lifted, but the garotte sunk into the folds of fat beyond her reach. Slowly her eyes glazed over and she fell. Zecora watched and waited through it all, then said quietly to no one, "A very final sort of joke, refined down into Poison Choke." \*\*\* The ruins of Canterlot were the domain of the Apple Corps, the legions who obeyed the Dame d'Pomme. The Night Flyers patrolled the skies relentlessly. But Shootaloo and Belladonna, for all their youth, had been forced to learn quickly and well how to hide, how to evade detection. Now they used those skills to slip into the city, to make their way to the Shattered Palace. Zecora stayed behind, having found a book amidst the jumbled heaps of Garishly's treasure that suggested a way, one day, to defeat Nightmare Moon herself. How to strike at Dame d'Pomme, however, eluded even them. They found an unguarded vantage point they could watch from as she commanded her followers, laying down law and whim with equal force. They saw when the pink pony slowly clopped in, pulling a cart with a thin blanket over it. "Why, Pinkie Sigh, it is as always a great pleasure to see you," the golden-hued mare in her regal outfit trilled. "You so rarely grace my court with your presence. Might I inquire as to your reason for visiting today?" The morose pink pony barely lifted her head. "I made something for you. You're going to hate it but I tried. I always try but no one ever likes anything I do." She reached a forehoof back, and tears came to the eyes of Shootaloo and Belladonna. Apple Doom had been expertly preserved. She was positioned on her back, forelegs raised before her, face frozen forever in a mask of terror. Stitching was visible reconnecting her throat, but a few slices had been left peeling out, as though a series of blades had just instants before cut across her neck. "Oh, Pinkie Sigh, you are much too hard on yourself," cheerfully declared Dame d'Pomme, regarding the stuffed Crusader genteelly. "You have returned my misguided sister to me, after all, and that is a wonderful gift." "You're just saying that. You hate me for killing her. You just hate me," mumbled the pink pony, tears in her eyes as she turned. Two shots rang out as Shootaloo fired both barrels of her harness-gun. The two Tragic Fiends crumpled, a perfect hole in each forehead. "Run," said Shootaloo. \*\*\* Somehow, they managed to evade the Apple Corps and Nightflyers. In the moment they were too terrified to think; afterward they could not recall how they had done it. They rejoined Zecora in the deep forest, while the leaderless legions and mobs fell to fighting each other, every pony at the throats of every other in a mad rage, battling for dominance. Zecora told them what she had learned. "For hopes, there are few much dimmer, but there is a single glimmer. Nightmare Moon once was defeated, and it just might be repeated. It takes a most powerful magic, but there the story does turn tragic. The Elements of Harmony once were pure, but that is no longer sure. Nightmare Moon has those perverted, and their natures all inverted. Once they were domains of friends, but now turn to darker ends. To put an end to endless night, we must set the Elements right." Shootaloo looked at Belladonna. Their eyes were still red-rimmed from tears; neither thought they would ever again be able to close their eyes without seeing poor Apple Doom's body. "We'll do whatever it takes," the pegasus vowed. "We'll make Nightmare Moon pay for what she's done!" \*\*\* Nightmare Moon laughed, her cackle ringing across the world she had sheathed in her darkness. The six fools who might have been able to stop her had they somehow found those disgusting inner sparks of friendship were dead, at the hands of those who hated her most. "Now there is nothing left that can stop me," she gloated to the sky, where the darkened sun lurked with its helpless prisoner watching the misery below.

Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 10 Tags: time travel, futuristic, adventure Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems. She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis. This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26th Century values kept her from consummating their love, as Alison was willing to do. 'Merlin, are you available please?' she asked the empty room. The mental image of a liquid metal Wizard that was Angel's perception of the World Brain appeared, sitting opposite her across the kitchen table. 'Yes Angel, how can I help?' asked the AI. 'Just out of pure curiosity Merlin, how doe's Steve's genetic makeup rate against the standard British norm?' 'Steve's personal genome is comparable with the common Briton of our Century. However he cannot compete with the centuries of selective breeding and genetic manipulation, that have produced you and the rest of our Aristocracy.' 'So I could theoretically breed with him, and our offspring would be within the normal band of British Genome?' she asked. 'Yes.' 'Thank you Merlin,' said Angel politely. 'Is there anything Steve would want you to inform me of?' Merlin took this as a legitimate question, and knowing of Angel's quest for upgrading herself, took the rare decision to inform her about the Phase shift. Angel cheered up immediately and asked Merlin to modify her QT to be able to Phase shift as well. It only took the World Brian a few seconds to comply, and Angel walked over to a mirror and Phase shifted. She squealed in delight as her body became transparent. She tried to deploy her Monofilament nails but found that nothing happened. There was no glow of annihilated molecules coming from her fingertips. 'What the fuck is this shit?' she asked Merlin angrily. 'Where have my weapons gone?' 'Your weapons are now within your Phase field, and so cannot affect this time dimension,' Merlin informed her. 'Fuck it I thought it was too good to be true, still at least I am safe from monofilament blades when phased.' 'You are immune to any type of attack when phased, as you are not technically in this dimension,' clarified Merlin. 'Can I use the QT to jump whilst phased?' 'Yes; another of Steve's original ideas. He really should begin to patent these,' replied Merlin. Angel felt very proud of her man; even the Great World Brain respected his innovative thinking. Then she remembered that he wasn't her man really, if he was anybody's man he was Alison's. Her reverie was interrupted by a dispassionate voice coming from behind her. 'Angela Black, Surrender or Die,' ordered the Storm Trooper as it materialised behind her. Its masters had ordered it to kill Angela Black without warning. What they didn't realise was the hardwired programme inside every Storm Trooper, that forbade them to hurt a member of the Aristocracy. This was a failsafe cleverly installed, to negate any chance of using the British Governments most powerful weapon against itself. Only the extensive damage it had received, combined with the almost total reprogramming of its damaged brain, enabled this Storm Trooper to attack Angel at all. Angel was still looking at the mirror, so could see the blank faceplate of the Trooper reflected in it. She fought down her initial panic and tried to boost. Nothing happened, the phase field negated all of her offensive capabilities. She was about to switch off the phase field, when she saw what the Trooper held in its steel hand. The distinctive glow of annihilated molecules advertised the Monofilament blade that the trooper wielded. Her next thought was to simply jump out to her ledge, but then the trooper may just wait until Steve jumped back here and might ambush him. This was one of the very rare times that Angel wished she carried a conventional weapon. The trooper attacked swinging its deadly blade at her body, in a horizontal stroke that hit just above her hips. She screamed in instinctive fear, as the unstoppable blade impacted against her side. Although the kinetic energy knocked her sideways, the blade itself couldn't penetrate her phased body and bounced off. Angel instinctively rolled with the blow, and using her momentum dived out of the back door into the garden. The trooper stood confused for a second, as it processed the unbelievable fact that its blade was impotent against its target. Angel ran as fast as she could into the orchard, she had no plan but was hoping one would occur to her soon. She was in a quandary, if only the Trooper didn't have that blade she would risk coming out of Phase and fighting him. The Troopers blade was the key to this; she had to get it off him. A massive impact to her back threw her forward between two apple trees, and again she rolled to her feet. The explosive projectile from the trooper's handgun; had shredded the nearby trees but had no effect on her. Thinking quickly she jumped spatially backwards, and materialised behind the trooper. Reaching over its shoulder and fighting her fear, she grabbed the burning line of fire that was the Monofilament. A Monofilament was simply one molecule, stretched to form a cutting edge similar to a wire cheese-cutter. Although microscopically thin it was unbreakable, and would cut through anything. It went against all her training and experience to actually touch it, let alone grab it and pull. The surprised trooper tried to wrench it out of her grip, but she held on tightly. She was pulling the blade back towards the trooper's facemask. It realised that if she managed to touch the blade to its body, it would be seriously damaged if not sliced in half. The red line vanished as the trooper switched off the blade to protect itself, causing the monofilament to retract into the swords handle. The trooper went into double boost, and spinning around backhanded Angel into a nearby tree with its steel fist. The tree snapped at the impact, and the top of it leaned down at a drunken angle. As Angel staggered from the blow, the trooper drew his handgun and fired at her again. She was thrown back by the blast, and fell over a tree root onto her back. Her gymnasts enhanced muscles, allowed her to flip herself upright immediately. She dare not come out of phase whilst she was being shot at. Even if she boosted, she would still be half as slow as the trooper. 'Merlin help me,' she screamed in frustration. 'You need something sharp that you have on your person,' advised the wizard apparently sitting on a log watching the fight. 'Steve uses Excalibur.' Something sharp? She thought frantically, what have I got that is sharp? Angel screamed in frustration, as she realised she had nothing sharp on her person. She had relied totally on her nails, and didn't even own a small knife. At last she had an idea that might work, she knew that the Storm Trooper didn't know that she could jump more than one person with her QT. However there was no point her jumping them both to the Jurassic for example, as the trooper would simply jump back here and wait for Steve. No she had to kill it, so it couldn't report back to its masters concerning the Phase shifting, or the fact that the QT could be used to carry more than one person. She could only think of one plan that might work, and the mere thought of it scared her shitless. 'I Surrender' she screamed, falling to her knees and putting her hands on her head. The remnants of the hard-wired programme, allowed the Trooper to accept her surrender. It enabled it to complete its mission, which satisfied its masters. Whilst at the same time not killing an Aristocrat, which satisfied its root programme. With a feeling as close to satisfaction as its damaged brain could feel, it covered her with its handgun and clamped a steel hand onto Angel's shoulder. I love you Steve, thought Angel, and gathered all her courage together. Angel grabbed tight hold of the Troopers arm, and jumped them both to her target. Angel had jumped them both into Hell itself. The temperature was 10,000deg Farenhnite; nothing made of matter could survive in this incandescent maelstrom. She had jumped them both into the Photosphere of the Sun. Angel hated to have to trust Merlin, she just didn't have the faith in the AI that Steve had. It had taken all her courage to trust in this new gimmick of Merlin's. A Monofilament blade was one thing, but the thermonuclear source of all life in the world, was in a completely different league. She watched as the almost invulnerable Storm Trooper, flashed into ash in an instant. With a sob of relief Angel realised that the Phase shift did indeed make her immune from any danger in this universe. 'Thank you Merlin, old friend' she whispered, and jumped to her apartment to compose herself. When she materialised in her home, she switched off the phase shifter and sat on her bed. She was mentally and physically exhausted she barely had enough energy to strip naked, and curling up into the foetal position found herself crying bitterly. Whether it was from narrowly escaping death, or deciding not to have Steve's baby she couldn't say. She just lay there alone, and cried herself to sleep. Alison was reading in her bed when there was a tap on her door. 'It's me Ali, can I come in?' asked a familiar voice. Alison quickly jumped out of bed, and stripped off her sensible cotton pyjamas. She threw them into a basket in the corner of the room, and jumped back into bed naked. 'Come in Steve,' she said in her most sultry voice. A bunch of flowers came in first, followed by Steve's beaming face. As he offered her the flowers, she sat up in bed allowing the sheet to slip down and reveal her naked breasts. Taking the flowers, she turned away from him to place them on her bedside cabinet. This exposed her naked bottom to him, and she jumped in shock as his hand slid up her inner thigh to brush against her pubes. 'Oh Mr. Steele, what is the meaning of this? Are you planning on ravishing a poor maiden in her bed?' she murmured. 'Yes Dr. Fairweather, that's exactly what I have in mind' he answered, stripping off his clothes hurriedly. 'It's about time darling, I was worried in case my pussy would have healed over before I managed to get your cock in it,' she said saucily. The sight of her naked breasts and bottom had hardened Steve, and without further delay he opened her legs and thrust himself deep inside her. Alison smiled in relief and pleasure as she felt him enter her, at last they were alone and she could make a start on getting pregnant for him. 'Fuck me Steve,' she demanded, 'fuck your woman hard.' He needed no encouragement, and they spent the rest of the night making up for lost time. The next morning Steve lay in Alison's bed relaxing, she was already up and working, and had allowed him the luxury of breakfast in bed brought to him by some of the older children. By virtue of his implant Steve could converse with the Thai children, and listened with amusement as they chattered on about childish topics. Eventually they scampered off and left him in peace. Steve's fertile mind was pondering the ramifications of the phase field. Merlin had told him that it pushed him out of synchronicity with this timeline by a nanosecond. A Nanosecond was 1/1000,000,000 of a second. As was his wont Steve couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the time difference were greater than a Nanosecond. 'Merlin old friend are you free?' he asked quietly. 'I'm free,' said the wizard sitting on his bed. 'A question for you old friend, what would happen if you increased the time differential from a Nanosecond to a whole Second when I phase?' 'I don't know Steve and I don't want to find out,' replied the AI firmly. 'What, the World Brain afraid of a theoretical question?' Steve asked cheekily. The image of the old wizard replied, 'Not the question, the questioner. I know you too well old friend and you both delight and terrify me with your courage of the ignorant. In case you hadn't already guessed phasing is a very partial form of dimensional travel. From my experiments in this field I have become aware that our dimension is only one of many. A type of surface tension bubble surrounds it; I determined by trial and error that the barrier between universes is 100 Nanoseconds thick. I know this because when I phase shift a test object by more than this amount it disappears from this dimension and is gone forever. Gone forever Steve, as in unable to get back. Dimensional travel is an all or nothing experience, a one way trip.' 'I simply cannot accept that premise old friend,' replied Steve, 'the reason that your test objects didn't return was because they were objects. If a real person with a QT device can go one way, then it is logical to assume that he can return the same way.' 'Be that as it may Steve, the bottom line is are you willing to risk losing literally everything in this world you love in order to experiment with dimensional travel?' countered the wise old wizard. 'Good point old friend, but it doe's intrigue me' said Steve, shelving the idea for later. He got washed and dressed and went to say goodbye to Alison, he knew she would be busy with the children and he wanted to check up on Angel. After many hugs and kisses, he jumped back to his kitchen. Steve made himself a cup of tea, and wandered out into his garden to enjoy the fresh air. 'What the fuck has been going on here?' he swore, seeing the damage caused by the storm troopers explosive projectiles. 'Merlin, where is Angel? Is she OK?' he asked the AI his heart speeding up in fear. 'Angel is fine Steve, she is resting in her apartment.' Without saying goodbye to his friend Steve jumped straight to Angel's apartment, and rushing through it found her still curled up naked in her bed. 'Angel darling what the fuck has been going on? Are you all right my love?' he asked concernedly. She just hugged him to her body, and began to cry on his shoulder. Steve panicked, Angel never ever cried. He didn't even think her body could cry, so to feel her tears soaking into his shirt was scaring him. He decided that she was too upset to be coherent, so just lay down beside her and kissed and cuddled her. He told her how much he loved her, and how much she meant to him. This simply made her cry even more, as she was crying from guilt and shame. In the final analysis she as a British Aristocrat, didn't find him worthy of impregnating her. She knew she loved him, she knew she had, and would again risk her life for him as she had with the Storm Trooper. All this female emotion just couldn't stand against her upbringing. She was a member of the British Aristocracy, and as such had a duty to her nation and race. She couldn't sully her lineage, with the genes of a primitive male from 600 years in her past. Her mother Gloria had seen the painful truth immediately, and had told her in no uncertain terms to allow the king to fuck her and get her with child. Despite the honour offered to her by the King, she had no intention of getting pregnant any time soon. She compromised for not accepting Steve's seed by swearing to herself that she would fuck him senseless anytime he asked. Starting from now. 'I want you Steve, I really need you,' she sobbed her hands freeing him from his pants. He groaned as she fondled him urgently, soon he was more than ready for her and pushing her onto her back entered her gently. This gentleness wasn't what Angel needed, she felt as if she had betrayed his love for her and wanted to be punished. 'Fuck me hard Steve, I'm a dirty whore and I want you to fuck me like one,' she demanded thrusting her pubes against his balls. Steve sensed her need for rough sex, and started to fuck her hard and fast. Angel felt him slamming into her body but it still wasn't enough. She bared her neck to him, and told him to mark her as his woman. 'Bite me Steve, bite me hard,' she begged. Steve bit down hard on her neck, knowing that he couldn't really damage her due to the sub-dermal armour. However he managed to leave a decent love bite as asked. Angel still wasn't satisfied she needed to be punished, debased, hurt as she had hurt him. Reaching between her legs, she moved his rampant shaft from her vagina to her anus. 'Bugger me my love, bugger your whore. Fuck me up the arse as you did my mother,' she moaned desperately. Steve was beyond reasonable thought, and was happy to ram his cock up her tight little arse. 'I love you Steve,' she whispered before exploding in a massive orgasm. Her legs clamped painfully around his waist, and he gasped in pain as his ribs creaked from the pressure. He knew she could literally crush him to death in her passion, so he phased whilst still buried deep inside her. Even in the midst of her orgasm, Angel realised what he had done as his body became transparent. She smiled to herself, and Phased as well. Steve was shocked as Angel became transparent, but found that the crushing pressure had gone from around his waist. Unfortunately so had any sensation of friction, between his cock and her vagina. It was like fucking a glass mannequin. 'How the fuck did you learn to do that darling? He asked. 'Merlin told me, and just as well he did' she replied, coming out of phase and releasing her grip on his waist. Steve quickly came out of phase too, his erection had vanished and he just lay on top of her. He was content to cuddle her, as she told him about her adventure with the Storm Trooper and the Sun. 'I thought I'd killed the fucking thing,' said Steve hugging her tightly. 'Well it is definitely dead now, but as Agent Red demonstrated that doesn't mean anything where Time travel is involved,' she said with feeling. She felt his hand as it slipped down between her legs, and fondled her wet pubes. 'What are you doing you oversexed gorilla' she asked. 'I'm trying to feel your balls of steel my brave lover; you must have them to do such a dangerous thing as jumping into the Sun. I have been using the phase shifter for some time now, and I would never have thought of doing something like that,' he said admiringly. 'It is 95 Million Miles, that must be some kind of record for single jumps,' he continued. 'It is a long way, but at least the Sun stays put in the centre of our Solar System making it hard to miss,' she replied. Angel glowed with pleasure at his praise; she felt a bit better now but still felt guilty over her decision regarding children. 'How's Ali?' she asked to change the subject. 'She's fine my love, I assume you and she had a chat?' he probed gently. Angel told Steve what she had told Alison, regarding the impossibility of her becoming pregnant by Steve. He already knew this, so he wasn't affected by the repetition of it. 'How do you think your mother is feeling after all that excitement,' he asked. 'Oh Gloria will be just fine, she will probably be pregnant again soon,' said Angel smiling at him. 'How many children has she had?' 'Four including me,' answered Angel proudly. 'How does she keep her body so young and fit, after giving birth to four children?' he asked. Angel looked at him strangely for a few seconds, before remembering that he was from 600 years in Gloria's past. 'My darling man, Gloria doesn't give birth to her babies. She gets pregnant and then the embryo is taken out of her womb and sent to the State's Genetic Centre. It is then checked over, and any modifications that are required are carried out. The embryo is then put into a mechanical womb until it is ready to be born,' explained Angel to a stunned Steve. 'Modifications? Like what?' he asked. 'Oh the usual things, making sure there are no defects, optimising health and resistance to disease, and generally improving on the basic design. How else do you think I became so fucking sexy?' she replied. 'Why do you still bother to fuck? Why not just use your artificial Insemination techniques to breed children,' he asked. 'Britain doesn't want millions of ordinary people, Britain wants the best possible people, and that takes time and patience,' she answered, kissing him, ' and anyway we love to fuck, so why deny ourselves the pleasure?' Steve was once again reminded that Angel and her future race of Britons; were completely different from the British of today. From the odd bits and pieces of future history he had picked up from Angel and Merlin, it seemed that 26th Century Britain had used its ill-gotten gains to rekindle the spark of Imperialism. It appeared that Britain this time around, was rebuilding its Empire by financial means rather than military. The word "British" no longer applied to someone who was just born in Britain. To be truly British one had to have British Genes, from way back in the family. The collapse of the World economy; when the Arabian Oil fields were destroyed weakened every nation in the world. America split into States that had oil, and States that didn't. Civil war erupted again, and was still continuing. China fell victim to a pandemic that was reminiscent of the Black Death, and wiped out two thirds of their population. Both these countries became isolationist, hoarding their Oil jealously. Russia collapsed into itself, and fought endless civil wars, which decimated the population. Europe having no oil of its own fell back into chaos and anarchy. Only Britain prospered, using its Time Travel technology it was able to sell its stolen Oil to a desperate Europe, and ironically the Middle East and India.

A government arose, that had the will to reshape Britain into an image of its golden days of empire. All non-Britons were forcibly repatriated to their original countries, determined by DNA scans. This was regardless of how many generations the families had lived and bred in Britain. If you weren't white, and have Anglo-Saxon ancestry then you weren't wanted. The expellees were handsomely compensated, and sent on their way to re-populate the world. With a much smaller population, there was more money for each one left. A second Golden Age began, and Angel was one of the products of that age. This British government truly loved its people, and pampered and protected them from the rest of the world. Britain became a self-contained fortress; the channel tunnel was blocked to stop unauthorised immigration. Portal technology was used exclusively, for travelling from Britain to the rest of the world and back. Only Britons had implants, which activated the network of Portals that were in all the places worth visiting. Without an implant a Portal was just a metal or stone ring. With an implant you could punch in any destination in the world, and simply step through. Spatial technology wasn't top secret, as it had to be used by all Britons. The secret that kept Britain in front of the rest of the World was the temporal side of portal technology. Only a select few, knew that Britain had time travel capability. Angel was tempted to warn Steve that there was a good chance that Gloria was pregnant with his child. However she realised that if she was then Steve wouldn't be too happy about how or if it was modified. 'I love you Steve,' she whispered to him again, as he wandered into her kitchen to make the tea. Stephen Steel couldn't let it go, he had a burning desire to push the envelope and basically explore. He longed to be able to travel to distant stars, and Boldly Go etc. However he acknowledged that he wasn't going to be able to do that in this life. This was why the idea of Dimensional Travel appealed to him so strongly. The world Brain was just a Machine; it didn't have the spirit or sheer guts to take risks. He sat at his kitchen table and decided he had to try it at least once, to see if it were possible. However before he did that Dr. Snip had a small chore to do. Snip had been brooding over the Justice system in Britain and had decided that it was far too soft, and wasteful of the taxpayers money. The prisons were overcrowded with Murderers and other scum that should have been executed, rather than been put in one of her Majesties Hotels for years. The very thought of these fucking bastards, living off his Tax money made him see red. Taking a leaf from Santa's book, he had made a list. This list consisted of those who were naughty; these were the definitely guilty bastards that offended him by simply breathing the same air as him. Well he could do something about that, the World brain had no difficulty in locating every one on his list. As it downloaded the co-ordinates into his QT he sang a little song to himself, " Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work I go" and jumped to the first high security mental prison on his list. Here locked behind bars for most of the remainder of their miserable lives, were the veritable sewer scrapings of humanity. In this facility there were twelve maximum risk inmates, these were the Nonce's and child killers. Dr. Snip was going to clean house. He had originally thought to materialise inside each individual prisoners cell, and execute them. He decided that this would take to long, he was a busy boy and had things to do. He therefore materialised in the refectory at dinnertime, this was a large hall where all the inmates could sit and eat together. As happens in these Institutions, the prisoners segregated themselves into groups. They were all legally insane, but there was a pecking order even amongst this murderous scum. At the bottom of this pecking order, were the murderers of the very young. The rest of the inmates shunned them, and consequently they sat at their own table and kept themselves to themselves. Snip had images of each of his targets on his implant, to avoid embarrassing errors. He materialised at the door to the refectory, and quickly identified the group he was after. Without any fuss he walked towards the table. The self-proclaimed leader of this group of perverts, looked up and saw him approaching. Snips face was easily recognisable from the long scar that ran down one side of his face. He had received this from a knife-wielding thug in Thailand, before he cut off his head. 'Fuck me it's Snip, screamed the leader of the group frantically trying to get up. He only managed to get his legs tangled in the chair legs, that were bolted to the ground to avoid them being used as weapons. 'No need to get up because of me,' sang Snip happily as he drew his sword in one well practised motion, and using a backhanded stroke caught the panicked man under his chin. With a jet of blood his head was severed, and flew ten feet in the air to land on another table. As one the rest of the table scrambled to their feet, only to be mown down by the flickering sword blade as Snip spun and jumped around the group like a malevolent black demon. The inmates sitting at the remainder of the tables didn't move. They seemed to realise that he wasn't here for them. As there was no love lost between the main bulk of the inmates and these men, they decided to sit still and enjoy the show. The inmates sitting at the adjoining table soon regretted this, as they were sprayed with blood. Snip slashed and carved his way, through the entire complement. The guards that were standing around the room were in shock; none of them had moved a muscle. The carnage had lasted barely one minute, and yet twelve men lay butchered on the floor of the refectory. Dr. Snip stood surveying the inmates; they looked away as his eyes scanned them. They were all legally insane, but knew a fellow Maniac when they saw one. Sheathing his sword, Snip took out of his pocket a notebook. An inmate that was standing close to him; saw Snip crossing off names from a list before replacing the book in his pocket. Smiling kindly at the stunned crowd Snip said ' Have a nice day', and vanished like the magician he was thought to be. He next turned up at Pentonville, and slaughtered ten more on his list before vanishing into thin air. By the end of the morning he had visited nine institutions, and despatched eighty-three men. The Home Secretary declared Dr. Snip Britain's No.1 fugitive, and a reward was placed on his head. Stephen read this in the morning papers and was annoyed. The stupid bastard didn't realise he was doing him a fucking favour. With a growl of rage he dressed, and jumped directly into the Home Secretaries office. He grabbed an Aide by the throat and demanded to know where the Stupid bastard was. The aide managed to choke out that the H.S. was in the Commons making a speech about his war on crime. Snip snarled in rage and flung the young aide across the room, before jumping straight into the House of Commons, the home of British Law. The Home Secretary was laying out his plans for Prison reform, and a new sliding scale of punishments for serious crimes. He stopped abruptly when Snip appeared out of thin air in front of him. 'You Stupid Bastard, what the fuck are you drivelling on about now? I am doing my best to help you out by making more room in your prisons, and you put out a reward on me. What's that all about eh?' Screamed Dr. Snip at the flustered man. 'Dear God it's Snip,' was heard as the members of parliament recognised the infamous killer. 'No need to get up Gentlemen' yelled Snip loudly, 'I am only here to put my point of view across. As of today the penalty for killing a child is Death. No excuses accepted, I have made a list and when I have crossed off all the names on it you will be pleased to hear that I will have saved the taxpayer millions of pounds. No No please don't bother to thank me, I am a British citizen and it is my duty to help out when duty calls.' Seeing the security guards edging towards him, reminded Snip that he had probably outstayed his welcome here. With a last threat to the Home Secretary to get off his back, Snip bowed to the cameras recording the Commons and vanished. Stephen materialised in his kitchen; he was very tired. Slaughtering people was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it he thought to himself with a grin. 'Dr. Snip, we know you're in there, come out with your hands in the air or we will open fire on you,' shouted an amplified voice from outside his house. Stephen stood up and walked to his window, the house appeared surrounded by over one hundred police. He could see weapons in many hands, and they were all pointed in his direction. 'Why can't we all just get along,' he shouted to the police. This was the perfect time to try his little experiment. The World Brain had warned him it would be dangerous, but as he looked out at the army of weapon wielding cops he thought that dangerous was a relative description. Setting his QT to 101 Nanoseconds of Phase, he hummed a happy tune to himself and Phased. Stephen heard a strange twanging sound; that seemed to resonate through the atoms of his body. Apart from that, nothing fucking happened. He got up from the kitchen table and looked out at the army of cops. There was no army of cops; the garden was deserted. 'Well I'll be a monkey's uncle' he chortled happily, ' it worked.' As was his habit he drew Excalibur, and began to polish its blade as he decided what to do next. His eyes wandered around his kitchen until he noticed his trophy wall. There hanging in pride of place was Excalibur. 'What the fuck? he murmured, and standing up took down the sword from the wall. It was his sword, but so was the one he had been polishing. Being a tidy person he replaced the second sword back on the wall, and began to look around the house. It was his house, although certain things were out of place or missing altogether. 'I seem to have entered a Parallel Universe,' he muttered to himself as he searched his house. 'I wonder if there is another me? I would like to meet me, I am such a nice chap that I'm sure we would get on just fine.' Knowledge being power, he jumped to the nearest library to study the newspapers of this alternate universe to see what was different about it. He discovered that things in this world were very similar to his own. One of the main differences that affected him was that Dr. Snip was still managing to keep his real identity a secret. In his world he had been photographed by a reporter; with a telephoto lens. He had seen his own face splashed across the front pages of the newspapers the next morning at breakfast. 'Well done you,' he said wistfully. Since he had been identified, he had always had to keep looking over his shoulder for the cops. It was only a matter of time before they traced him to his home, and he had been lucky to be able to escape into this world. He was pleased that this Dr. Snip was just as bloodthirsty as he was. He read with relish the accounts of the atrocities perpetuated by his twin. 'Can't wait to meet you,' he whispered to himself. Gloria was having trouble sleeping; she had just finished her shift in the King's bed, and had vacated it to allow another Handmaiden her chance to get pregnant. She was lying in her own bed at her Manor in the country, and thinking about Steve. He had really fucked her life up, however she was fair enough to admit that if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have a life to fuck up. Why on earth couldn't she have kept her legs together, it must have been those primitive pheromones that had disconnected her brain from her cunt. She never thought she would admit this, but Steve was a better lover than the King. The King was a renowned lover, he knew all the poems and songs, and he knew all the sexual techniques. The problem was that Gloria knew them as well, and she now found 26th Century lovemaking boring. She was unique in the Kings Harem, because of her uninhibited use of dirty words during sex. She had a dirty mouth to go with her dirty ways in bed; this kept the King fascinated by her. The rest of the handmaidens were good little girls, who opened their legs for the king with a grateful smile. They were there to get pregnant, the king was to fuck them and come in their vaginas. They had no interest oral or anal sex, that wouldn't get them pregnant. They were basically brood mares for the Aristocracy, and had as much affect on the King as masturbation. Dicky had confided to her that he often thought of her, when he was servicing the other women. 'You're my dirty little girl Gloria,' he would whisper to her in bed. 'Shut up Dicky, and lick my cunt,' she would reply pulling his leonine head down between her legs. That was the main difference about Steve, he couldn't sing to save his life, and the only poems he knew were dirty limericks. But he certainly knew how to fuck his women; it was almost like bestiality being fucked by him. He was so hairy it was obscene, and she loved every second of his primitive cock ramming inside her. On top of all that she was pregnant with his child. She should have immediately informed the State that she was pregnant, but had a few days leeway before she had to come clean. She knew the King would be surprised at her error, but he had liked Steve and she hoped he would regard it as a genuine mistake on her part, and not hold it against her. This didn't help her at the moment as her cunt was burning with lust for Steve. 'Fuck you Steve,' she swore as she reached for her favourite vibrator. She would normally have ridden her sex horse, but it wasn't the same without Steve standing watching her naked and orgasming. Eventually as her orgasm hit her, the name she screamed out was Steve's. When Steve came back into Angel's bedroom with his tea, he was surprised to see her getting dressed in bra and knickers. 'What's up darling?' he asked sitting down on the bed to watch her dress. Mother has invited us over for a party, I thought it would be nice for you to see her with her clothes on for a change,' Angel replied smiling at him wickedly. 'Ouch! that hurt darling, the last time a saw your mother she was fully dressed and on her best behaviour,' he protested. 'Well be that as it may, there is a costume ball being sponsored by the King and we are both invited.' 'Great I could do with a break, what should I wear?' he asked. 'I have the perfect outfit for you darling,' purred Angel. At least it will keep him safe from my mother, the filthy whore, she thought to herself smiling a wicked smile. 'No spray-on Catsuit then?' he queried. 'No my sexy man, I want to be ready in case you need sex, a cat suit isn't the best choice of clothes for fucking.' 'You're worse than your mother' he accused, patting her bottom lovingly. 'No Steve my darling primitive, I am a child compared to Gloria. She has revealed some of her tricks but she has hundreds more up her shall we say for politeness sake "Sleeve". Seeing Angel in her bra and knickers had switched Steve on in a big way. Angel noticed this and decided to ask him to do something for her. 'Steve darling, do you like me in knickers?' 'Oh yes you sexy beast, they make you look more ....... Vulnerable for want of a better word. You are so strong that sometimes you need a pair of frilly knickers to bring out the feminine inside you,' he said seriously. 'Could I ask you to do something for me Steve, something that you might find strange?' Steve was puzzled at her question, Angel was an uninhibited lover and they had tried every variation on sex he knew about. What on earth did she have in mind now? 'Whatever you ask of me I will do,' he promised blindly. Angel looked at him strangely and went over to a cupboard. She pulled out a lash, a whip with many braids made of thin leather. 'Steve I need you to bend me over your knee, pull down my panties and whip my naked bottom as hard as you can,' she said quietly. 'You sexy little pervert, if that's what you want I will be only too happy to spank your naked arse till you scream,' he said smiling. Steve took this request lightly, because he knew Angel's body was armoured. There was no way whipping her would hurt, and he assumed that this was a sexual ploy of hers to turn him on. What he didn't know; was that it would hurt her very much indeed. Her armoured sub-dermal mesh was literally sub-dermal, i.e. under her skin. If a knife cut her, the blade couldn't penetrate her body but it would still make a shallow painful cut on her skin. Whipping her naked bottom; would cause the nerve ending of her skin to transmit the pain signals to her brain just the same as any other woman's. Handing him the Lash she turned her back on him, and bending from the waist slowly pulled down her knickers, exposing her beautiful naked bottom to his gaze. She then lay over his knees, feeling his erection digging into her naked stomach. Steve couldn't resist running his hand over her bottom. The feel of her silky skin was very erotic, and he kissed each bum cheek gently. 'Stop that Steve, I've been a very naughty girl and I deserve a good spanking,' said Angel bossily. 'Brace yourself Shelia' warned Steve, and slammed the lash down onto her naked bum. Despite anticipating the blow, Angel still squealed in shock as the pain made her jump. The lash had reddened her left buttock, so Steve slammed it down hard on the right one to spread the red glow that has suffused her skin. Over and over he whipped her naked arse, until her moans were very audible to him. Her bottom was a bright red, and Angel was gasping with pain. Why the fuck am I doing this? She asked herself as Steve laid it on. I'm doing this because I am a two faced snob who has a womb that is too good for her man to fill, she answered herself. Seeing Angel's bottom a bright red all over Steve asked 'Had enough darling?' Trying to ignore the blazing pain from her whipped arse, Angel smiled at him and agreed that she had been well whipped. Slowly getting off his lap she walked carefully into her bathroom. Once out of his sight she sprayed her burning bottom with a healing spray. Instantly the pain faded to a slight throb, and she surreptitiously wiped away the tears of pain that had run rebelliously down her cheeks. It was just as well that she had been quick, because Steve followed her into the bathroom. Seeing her bent over; he thrust himself deep inside her from behind. 'You have got me so hot I just have to fuck you' he growled, as he pounded himself into her vagina. The impact of his hips against her throbbing arse; was very uncomfortable but Angel accepted the pain stoically. However she was really relived when he gasped in passion, and ejaculated into her. 'Wow, that was very erotic Angel, at least my balls will be empty when I next meet Gloria,' he panted kissing her lovingly. If only, thought Angel grumpily, she knew that Gloria could make any man hard if she so chose, regardless of how many times he had come previously. Her mother was the Queen of Sex, and was equipped with drug injectors in her nails. She could, and often did, use these drugs to enhance the performance of her lovers. Stephen Steel was chuckling to himself; he had just been using his twin's computer, and had discovered that all the Nonce's he had killed in his world were still alive in this one. Oh well he thought good-naturedly, if at first you don't succeed etc etc. He was just about to jump to this world's version of the Mental institution, when he remembered that no one in this world knew Dr. Snips real identity. Looking at the trophy wall he saw a Black executioners hood, and realised that his twin must wear it when in public. Donning it, he regarded himself in a mirror. Very Scary, he thought admiringly. His respect for himself grew, the more he learned about his twin. 'Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go,' he sang as he vanished from the kitchen. He materialised in the refectory again, and walked towards the table around which congregated the group of Nonce's. 'Its Dr. Snip!' yelled a voice, and before he knew it a guard tackled him from behind. As he fell heavily to the floor the guard kept a grip on his hood, and managed to pull it off. Thinking quickly for his twins sake; Stephen Phased and became unrecognisable, a figure of unbreakable glass. Getting to his feet, he found himself surrounded by inmates attacking him. Drawing Excalibur he spun around 360 degrees, his blazing blade slicing through everything in its path. He was now standing in a clearing, floored with parts of bodies, some cut neatly in half at the waist. There was no blood, as the intense energies of his blade cauterised the wounds. The inmates screamed in horror, as they realised what had just happened. There was a concerted rush for the door, to escape this apparition. Stephen jumped to the doorway, and met the panicked crowd of criminals with his slashing sword. They fell before him like wheat to a scythe, he had lost track of his special targets in the crowd and so decided to kill everyone he could reach. 'Next please' he chortled, as he sheared through them, his blade a burning circle of destruction. Fortunately for them, the guards seeing this massacre, decided to set off the alarm and wait for reinforcements to arrive, before approaching this madman. Soon a panting Stephen was standing in a heap of bodies, he saw hi

s hood on the ground and pulled it over his head before coming out of Phase. Walking up to the nervous guards he sheathed his sword, and asked them to pass on a message to the Home Secretary. 'Tell him that I have decided to help him with the overcrowded prison problem. He will soon have lots of room in his prisons around the country,' he declared. Then before their stunned eyes he simply vanished. Stephen had planned to continue his slaughter at the other prisons, but the fight had tired him and he needed a rest and a cup of coffee. Back in his twin's kitchen, he was dismayed when he couldn't find any coffee. He decided to take a walk down to his local shop and buy some. It was a pleasure to be able to walk unrecognised through the town, until he came to the general store. He chatted pleasantly with the shopkeeper, and took his coffee back to the house. He could have jumped there, but was savouring the feeling of freedom that he didn't have in his own world. Soon the lovely smell of coffee permeated the kitchen, and he sat down to enjoy his well-deserved drink. Stephen had discovered the Phase shift long before Steve had. He used it constantly at home because of the fact that the police would shoot him on sight, and he had never thought of the bullet-dodging trick. Stephens's relationship with his World Brain had never evolved into a friendship, and as well as the police, he also had the BTO on his back. He spent a lot of time Phased, and loved the feeling of invulnerability it gave him. In fact he decided to complete the rest of his task Phased, both to protect his Twin's identity and to avoid being shot in the back by a Guard. Feeling refreshed after his coffee he picked up his list, phased and jumped to the next prison on his list. Steve was admiring himself in Angel's mirror, it had been just a wall until she had waved her hand in a certain pattern, and then her wall had transformed into a giant mirror. Steve was looking at a Knight in Black armour; he was completely covered in plate steel or something approximating it, and looked just like Sir Lancelot. He also looked a lot like a Storm Trooper and commented on this to Angel. 'That's because Britain modelled its Storm Troopers on the Armoured Knights of old,' she explained. 'As you are a Knight of the British Empire, it allows you to carry your sword without comment from anyone,' said Angel admiringly. Let's see if you can fuck him through that lot mother, she thought with a smile. It was a party to celebrate St. Georges Day; all National holidays were to do with real or legendary British Heroes. The British were inordinately proud of being British. and took every opportunity to remind themselves of their glorious past. The King had commanded a Joust to celebrate St. George's defeat of the Dragon. King Richard the Seventh; modelled himself after Richard the Lion-heart. He liked to believe that he was a direct descendent of that famous King. Dicky was dressed as The Lion-heart, in shining armour covered with a white tabard with a big red cross of St. George on it. Steve was looking forward to the party; a guilty part of him couldn't wait to see Gloria again. "The Sword of Allah" was in turmoil; they had lost their rogue Storm Trooper. It must have been destroyed, because the QT device had jumped itself back to the pre-programmed location. It had been automatically monitoring the Troopers vitals, and when they ceased it automatically returned itself to base. Base being Saudi Arabia, the headquarters of the "Sword of Allah". The Leader was not a happy man, his whole plan to kidnap the King of Britain hinged on using a boosted Storm Trooper, to counter the Kings own Storm Trooper bodyguard. They planned to bargain the Kings life, for a share in their own Oil. The main impediment to their plan was the Kings bodyguard. It was a top of the range Storm Trooper with double boost facility, and various other modifications that even their intelligence sources couldn't discover. It would be suicide to try and kidnap the King, while it was guarding him. On top of that difficulty, they still didn't have the second QT device required to jump the king back to Saudi Arabia. However the leader was a very clever man, and decided to use plan 'B'. Plan 'B' was a good plan, but required two special operatives to pull it off. They would have to be totally dedicated to the mission, and be willing to die to see it through. Fortunately the leader had two such men available, and called them to his side. The plan was relatively simple, because it relied on the fact that it was a suicide mission. Both members of the team would be suicide bombers. The first man would be fitted with an explosive belt, and would infiltrate the party. His task was to grab hold of the Storm Trooper and detonate his explosives, destroying himself and the Trooper. The moment this happened the second member of the team would jump in next to the King. Removing his QT he would attach it to the King, and jump him out to Saudi Arabia. He would then run into the densest group of Aristocrats he could see, and detonate his own suicide bomb. This secondary task was to kill as many as he could to sow fear and confusion, and delay any attempts to recover the King. The leader preferred the first plan, which didn't cost any of his men's lives, but sacrifices had to be made for the good of the cause. Steve found himself the centre of attention as the party commenced. Angel had to jump out on a mission for the BTO. She excused herself from the party, explaining to Steve that she found these Royal parties incredibly boring. Gloria hadn't been able to restrain herself, from telling her fellow Handmaidens about his prowess in and out of bed. He was surrounded by a group of stunningly beautiful women, all offering him sex. In order to protect himself from their blatant advances, he had pulled down the visor of his helmet. This stopped the rain of kisses, that had been pleasing and yet embarrassing him. He was also pleased, that his armoured groin concealed his instinctive reaction to this erotic attack. He decided to participate in the Joust, and entered himself into the sword fighting competition. He was a bit disappointed to learn that he couldn't use Excalibur. However he expected to give a good show, with the blunt edged swords provided by the organisers. The group of beautiful women that surrounded him, suddenly parted as Gloria walked up to him. His heart missed a beat, as he gazed upon the Queen of Sex herself. She was the Kings No.1 Favourite, and the other Handmaidens deferred to her in all things. Gloria was wearing a medieval dress; that appeared to be made of cobwebs and mist. He could see glimpses of her exquisite naked body, as the dress rippled in the breeze. He was again grateful that the armour hid his reaction to her. 'My brave Knight must carry my favour into battle' she purred, tying a red gauzy piece of material around his upper arm. 'These are my panties, Sir Knight; I have just removed them for you. If you win I will allow you to replace them on my body,' she whispered seductively. Steve could detect a note of frustration, as Gloria stroked his body. Suddenly he realised that his armour was protecting him from her nails. Her injectors couldn't penetrate his costume. 'Gloria my Queen,' he whispered in her ear, 'you don't need your drugs to enslave me. You have already captured my heart, and I will dedicate my victories to you.' Gloria squealed in delight as she heard this, he had just declared his love for her and her heart leapt with joy and pride. She was carrying his child in her womb, and she realised that what she felt for this primitive was more than just lust. Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to King Richard the Seventh of Great Britain, was hopelessly in love. The first time you fall in love is devastating, even if you are over 170 years old. Steve was very nervous and excited, his bout was next and he could see his opponent warming up in the arena. Steve's opponent was also dressed in full armour, but his was a Golden Colour. Each Knight had a shield with his heraldic device painted on it. Angel had an hourglass painted on Steve's shield, to symbolise Time. The Golden knight was a fantastic fighter; he had already fought four challengers and beaten them all easily. Steve was hoping that his practice with his sword; would enable him to hold his own against him. The device on the Golden Knights shield; was the double helix of DNA. The trumpets blew and Steve walked slowly out to fight the Golden Knight, who was waiting for him in the centre of the sandy arena. The swords they were using were capable of leaving a red mark on your opponent's armour, if you hit it with sufficient force. Three good hits to your head or body, and you were adjudged dead. Steve had asked about the rules, and was told that the only rule a British Knight had to worry about was to win at all costs. The first thing Steve knew was a massive impact to his shield, which numbed his left arm. The Golden Knight had attacked without warning, and his speed was frightening. Steve stumbled back a step and brought his sword up, just in time to parry a horizontal slash that would have struck his neck. The Golden Knight was a very big man, and his speed was forcing Steve to fight on the defensive. Steve noticed that his opponent didn't fight defensively at all; he obviously believed that the best defence was attack. Steve concentrated on weathering the flurry of attacks, he was doing well until one of the knight's blows skated over his shield and clipped his helmet. He didn't need to see the scoreboard to know he was hit; his throbbing head made it quite clear. Seeing Steve stagger the golden knight attacked again, lifting his sword high in the air in order to bring it crashing down on his head. Steve hurled himself forward and desperately using the broadsword as a rapier, thrust the point of it hard into the knight's groin. Although the Golden Knight's groin was protected by chain mail, the entire weight of Steve's body was behind the thrust. The Knight doubled over in pain, as the shock of the blow was transmitted to his balls. Jumping to the side Steve slammed his blade in a swinging slash to the Knight's stomach, causing him to kneel down in the sand gasping for breath. Steve's blood was pounding through his veins as he lifted his broadsword high in the air, preparatory to slamming it down onto the Knight's unprotected neck. The beaten Knight's very helplessness caused Steve to restrain himself. He spent his life protecting the helpless, and couldn't bring himself to hurt this beaten man. Instead of smashing his blade down on the unprotected neck, he gently tapped the knight on his armoured back, just hard enough to leave a mark. His tired mind realised that the watching crowd had gone very quiet, and to his amazement he saw Gloria rush over to the golden knight and gently unstrap his helmet. She pulled it off and unleashed a mass of golden hair, the leonine face of the King looked up at Steve with a wry smile. 'Well done Sir Knight,' said the deep voice of the King of Britain, ' an unorthodox blow but very effective, I will remember that one for quite some time I think.' Steve dropped his sword in the sand, and rushed over to help Richard to his feet. 'Are you hurt my love?' asked Gloria stroking his head with her handkerchief. 'It will be a while before I will be any good to you my sexy minx,' the King replied rubbing his crotch gingerly. Steve felt very embarrassed, he now realised that everyone there had known that the Golden Knight was the King except him. 'I am very sorry your Majesty, I never considered it could be you,' he said apologetically. 'Rubbish man, it was a good fight and I almost had you,' said the king smiling at Steve. ' I need a drink, please join me' invited the King, and with Gloria on one arm and Steve on the other they made their way to the bar. After a drink or three, Steve again apologised for hurting Richard. 'I came very close to really hurting you for a moment,' he confessed. 'Not a chance of that old boy I'm afraid, my bodyguard Omega, was watching closely. If he thought I was in any danger of serious injury he would have interposed himself' said the King, indicating his very own Storm trooper standing unobtrusively a few paces away. 'But he was nowhere near us, he couldn't possibly have saved you if I had brought the sword down on your neck,' protested Steve. 'O ye of little faith, watch and learn,' said Richard letting go of his glass of beer. It fell to the floor but before it could impact, it was caught in the steel hand of Omega, the Kings Storm trooper. Steve had seen Angel boost, and had also seen the rogue Storm Trooper Double boost. However this was reminiscent of jumping via the QT, Omega not only caught the glass, but caught it so gently that not a drop of beer was spilled. 'Don't ask, I have no idea how fast he can react, but rest assured he could have caught your blade before it impacted on my neck if he deemed it necessary,' said the King ruefully. 'You see why I have to resort to subterfuge, in order to try and have a little dangerous fun now and again.' 'When are you going to replace my knickers on me Steve?' a sultry voice asked. 'I am getting a bit cold around my nether regions without them,' said Gloria. 'That will be the day my sexy minx' said Richard, smiling down at his diminutive favourite. 'I am often surprised that your panties don't catch fire, owing to the fact that you are so very hot.' 'Well I demand a kiss from my champion at least,' she demanded. As both Steve and Richard had removed their helmets, Gloria could grab Steve's ears and pull his head down for a kiss. Steve was so busy worrying about her nails, that he missed the beautiful sweetness of her saliva, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth passionately. Everything about the Queen of Sex was enhanced; even her bodily fluids were laced with sexual stimulants. Steve felt himself react to her kiss, he became rigid with desire for her and his armour constricted him painfully. 'Put him down Glory' ordered the King, realising what she was doing. 'That was very naughty and you will have to pay a forfeit,' he said smiling at his tiny lover. 'Sing a song for us,' he commanded. There is a certain type of Violin used mainly in Scandinavia that is referred to as the Devil's Fiddle. It has a very unique sound caused by having two sets of strings. The player bows one set of strings as normal, but the second set run parallel under the first and resonate to give a deeper more sensual sound. Gloria could drive anyone within earshot of her voice into an orgasm by simply humming her special tune. Her vocal chords had been enhanced, to produce sub-harmonics similar to the Devil's Violin. Steve was surprised when the king handed him a pair of earplugs, and advised him to wear them. Looking around the group of Aristocrats that filled the Beer tent, Steve saw many of the older ones also fitting earplugs into their ears. They had been here before, and knew what was coming. 'Alas my Love you do me wrong.........' Gloria commenced singing her version of the classic " Greensleeves " Her voice was hypnotic and beguiling, her clear tones echoed across the Beer tent and the effect on the partying Aristocrats was remarkable. All restraints seemed to be lifted from the partygoers, and a veritable orgy began. The Handmaidens threw themselves at the nearest available males and began to undress them and each other frantically. Steve and the King watched in amazement, as the staid group of Aristocrats turned into a copulating pile of naked bodies. Gloria herself was immune to her own voice, and stood fully dressed surrounded by beautiful naked bodies enflamed by lust. To Steve she seemed like the Goddess Aphrodite, casting her spell of love on mere humans. Despite the earplugs he still wanted her, as her saliva worked on his inhibitions. If the Aristocrats were affected by her Siren song, the Arab suicide bomber who was making his way towards Omega; was completely unprepared for the wave of lust that swept over him without warning. He had come disguised as a servant, with a belt of 26th Century explosives around his waist. This was revealed, as a lustful woman tore his clothes off him. Steve recognised the explosive belt from his time in Iraq, where he had seen these deadly devices during his time as a Para. Despite having to fight off the lustful woman and his own desires, the bomber was doggedly fighting his way through the crowd of copulating Aristocrats. Steve could see that his target could only be Omega, who was standing to one side of the tent his eyes constantly fixed on the King. He was so dedicated to protecting Richard; that the thought that anyone would dare to attack him obviously didn't occur to him. Steve didn't know exactly what was going on, but he did know that a suicide bomber in a tent full of Aristocrats, and more importantly to him Gloria, was a bad thing. He phased and jumped towards the frantic man, grabbing him around the waist. Steve then jumped them both one-mile straight up into the air. As Steve had hoped, the first time shock of jumping had rendered the bomber unconscious. He had hoped this would happen, so they could question the man when he jumped back to the King. However Steve couldn't have known that the explosive belt was rigged with a dead mans switch. It was only prevented from detonating by the constant pressure exerted by the bomber on a device held in his hand. If he was shot his hand would relax and the bomb would detonate. The same thing applied if he was knocked unconscious. One second Steve had his arms around a human being, the next second he was blasted backwards in the sky. The force of the explosion disintegrated the bombers body, leaving only a fine bloody mist like a red cloud in the sky. Falling back to earth Steve jumped to a location outside the beer tent to avoid landing on any naked people. Omega seeing Steve disappear from the king's side and reappear grappling with a man wearing a suspicious belt, had leapt towards them to capture or kill the intruder. Before he got there they had vanished, and a few seconds later a terrific explosion could be heard in the sky above the tent. In the few seconds that Omega was distracted, the second Bomber materialised beside the King and clipped his pre-programmed QT to the king's belt. The bomber pressed a button on the QT, and the King disappeared. The bomber had planned to run towards the greatest concentration of Aristocrats, and detonate his own belt. However he was shocked to find himself surrounded by naked copulating people, and stood frozen for a few vital seconds. Omega saw the King disappear, and slammed into full battle mode. To his eyes the people in the tent seemed to almost freeze, as his senses sped up tenfold normal. Using his augmented legs he hurled himself at the frozen bomber, smashing him off his feet and through the material of the tent wall onto the lawn outside. Steve was still phased as he materialised, and saw what was transpiring. He realised that although Omega had removed the bomber from the beer tent, the man was still far too close to it for safety. Again he jumped to the pair, Omega had a firm hold of the man and Steve didn't dare take the time to consult with him over the best course of action. Grabbing hold of both men, he again jumped high into the sky. This time he knew what to do and as he materialised high above the clouds he held on tightly to the man's fists, ensuring they didn't relax and open. 'Omega, suicide bomber, dead mans switch, he yelled to the Storm trooper. They were now falling back towards the ground, and Steve could only watch as Omega quickly and professionally disarmed the explosive belt. 'Done,' said Omega crisply, and with a sigh of relief Steve jumped them all back to the lawn. The bomber was still unconscious, and Omega shackled him securely with handcuffs taken from compartments in his synthetic body. The Storm trooper then ran into the tent to find his King. Semi-naked Aristocrats were stumbling out of the tent, as Omega rushed in. He realised that the King had indeed disappeared, and immediately sent a signal to this effect to his immediate superior. Gloria rushed out onto the lawn distraught, and stood looking around for Steve. He realised that she couldn't see him as he was still phased, and switched it off. She jumped as he appeared in front of her, sobbing she ran into his arms. 'Its all my fault, if I hadn't ensorcelled the people, Omega wouldn't have been distracted,' she sobbed. 'Nonsense Gloria darling, it was your song that uncovered the bomber, you saved everyone in the tent today,' he assured her. They were interrupted by the return of Omega. 'Where have they taken him?' asked the trooper. 'I'll ask' replied Steve, contacting Merlin on his implant. 'Merlin old friend, they have taken the King, where did they go?' he asked the World Brain. 'I can only inform you where the QT went, which was Saudi Arabia a town called Al-Hasa. The King has almost certainly been taken elsewhere by conventional air transport,' advised Merlin. 'Regardless of that I intend to find Richard and rescue him' swore Steve. Omega heard this response, and stated that wherever Steve went he was to take Omega with him. Although he thought he could do this on his own, Steve didn't want to fall out with the Kings bodyguard, and agreed to Omega's participation in the rescue mission. *To be continued...*

Len broke into the zoo late at night, knowing her current form would attract military levels of attention if was openly seen since her trip to a local ranch. Her vagina was big enough to fit a motorbike inside thanks to an entire troupe of mares, and she had a horse phallus that matched her entire body in height! If that wasn't enough she weighed only half as much as she should, spoke using someone else's voice, had a second normal body, the legs of a cow, ass big enough to snap most chairs like toothpicks, six arms and two normal human breasts paired with two udder-like breasts bigger than a prized Holstein! The dark blood gemstone in her bracelet seemed to devour any light that touched it, and allowed her the power to steal traits from anything she wanted to! Len lived a timid life, stepping aside for others and taking a back seat because she never believed in herself. Now she had the power to take whatever she wanted! What she wanted was simple enough- to have as much pleasure as possible! This zoo also had an aquarium area and aviary, so she had all sorts of creatures to take from! She could gather all the best traits from everything and become like a god! The first thing she needed though was more leg- her vagina was many times too big for even her prodigious hips and bolstered bovine legs. Every movement grinded her shimmering black labia together and caused her huge fist sized clit to pop out looking for attention. Who had taller legs than a giraffe? She managed to shuffle her way to their huge pen to see two of them and a calf. She liked her huge ass and bovine bits already so she had to think of how this would work. The giraffe would be screwed without its legs as well, and she didn't want to hurt this animal family. She smiled like a mad woman as she swung her right arms through the air and space itself became warped and corrupt. Her legs lengthened very quickly and bulked up strangely. She was taking the legs of a giraffe but the bovine and human combined leg traits were not mixing or being overridden, causing them to eventually split apart like oil and water, leaving her with four legs. The area between them extended and became similar to the torso of a giraffe, making her like a strange centaur! Her rear legs remained as they were however even still, only taking enough length to properly accommodate the huge vaginal lips, causing her rear end to be very low compared to her front. To prevent one of the giraffe from being messed up, she collapsed two into one- a single adult giraffe with two sets of rear legs and two heads! The feeling of flesh, muscle, and bone stretching was wonderful! Her huge cock bounced against her underside as if nodding in approval of her actions so she decided she wanted some more size. There was no beast bigger in this zoo than an elephant! There was only one in its pen, and its pen was about to become much more roomy and luxurious to it soon enough! The elephant looked around confused as everything around it seemed to get bigger. Len moaned, feeling herself up with her six arms as her body groaned and muscle tissue creaked at the rapid growth. She still looked the same but grew several inches each second till she absolutely towered over the area! She moved over a lamp post and lowered her vagina onto it, using it as a dildo. Laughing insanely, she looked down on everything as she pleasured herself, her front four hands tugging milk out of her four giant teats. Frightened by the unknown creature before them, the peacock in their pens opened up their impressive tails in challenge and Len unfortunately accepted. The color drained from their feathers and resplendent prismatic patterns appeared at the ends of her hair as it grew down low enough to almost be able to cover her top two titanic boobs. Spotting them not too far off was the swans and all of their wigs started to shrink away, but did not change Len- she was sending the traits elsewhere. She grunted and slammed her rear hips into the ground and rolled on top of the lantern in a bit of frustration- it wasn't quite big enough for her. She went to reach down with her lower arms to masterbate her cock but was surprised when she realized her body was too long now! She couldn't reach nearly far enough to grab it, and she had gone overboard with her vagina, making her cock surprisingly tame in comparison! She wouldn't be able to fit into the aquarium area now, but knew what was there, so tried to steal traits remotely and sure enough it worked. Her cock was pure black from the horses but as it stretched larger now pink spots started to appear. The lower half gained an outward curve and the upper gained an inward curve, the base became thicker than normal human hips but the top half remained relatively the same thickness as before. The cock wobbled to and froe as it lengthened, a wonderful but agonizingly slow and persistent pressure drove her crazy as it stretched and stretched, creaking like stressed leather. It surpassed her front legs in length and in a seated position stopped its growth where her human and beast halves met, which was just long enough for her lower arms to reach the huge flare of. She took the cock size from a whale! As she rubbed rigorously at the dinner-plate width of her flare she worried a bit about being seen. Even under the cover of night, she was gigantic and couldn't really hide. Her skin started to take on the exact pattern of the bricks of the sidewalk under her, as she stole the camouflage ability of an octopus. The stars in the night sky started to burn out above her as she stole their radiance as well, for when she wanted to be seen. Arcane turned off the news broadcast with a heavy sigh. "So, the city is in absolute chaos, people who are even still able to are evacuating like rats off a sinking ship. I get you to do ONE good thing, and this is what happens?!" Occult shrugged. "I told you being nice was stupid. She seems to be having a lot of fun with it though, so I Win your dumb dare- I am great at doing good, and, well everything really." Arcane's arms fell limp at her sides in bewilderment. "Are you kidding me? You are terrible, you destroyed an entire city! She could swallow the entire world at this rate!" Occult scoffed. "You aren't seriously blaming me for that? I gave her the power, what she does with it isn't my problem. People don't notice little mistakes like that, like the previous story where she took her bra off twice in a row without having put it back on. Its an erotica- no one notices stuff like that." "...huh?" "Never mind. If you want me to clean up her mistakes too I will, just to show you how insignificant of a problem it actually is." Occult took on his human form of Ulysses and the aspect of his bunny form. His ears grew long and huge, well past their ability to hold themselves up- they were nearly as long as his entire arms. His nose slightly reshaped and he gained small whiskers and a pom-pom tail. Black fur covered his arms and legs to the elbow and knee joints and his legs reshaped as the nails on his hand became tiny claws. He braced himself and the ground below him buckled. When Occult jumped into the air several chunks of cement were yanked into the air with him from the force while he reached the eighth floor level of nearby buildings. With another hop nearly caving in an entire wall of a building he already reached Len, a street over. She was not at all hard to spot and already radically different. After the zoo she was too temped by all the people passing by in the city to not borrow a bit here and there. Their aggression toward her borrowing from them however caused her to make more in retaliation. The result was Len looking like the final boss of some hentai video game and the city was being flash evacuated. For starters her bestial lower half was now literally doubled- the inner facing legs on either front were fused together, so she had three legs just below where her human part ended, but then two complete animal torso each ending in their own rear end, but mirroring one another. The tasseled tails on either rear had been replaced by the front half of a snake- seeing them had reminded her of mythical creatures like the chimera who have snake tails, and decided that was something she should have too. Wanting the ability to take a partner in either hole she gave herself a second phallus on either side, but growing in above the existing one she wanted it to be thicker, better suited for anal so she used the shape of a canine penis- though the size was more like the entire body of a dog. Her vagina were grown bigger and bigger, stretching the underside of either lower torso to be more conical to accommodate the huge depths, and became so large she was practically dragging herself when she moved around. Her balls grew to be like medicine ball sized, and were closely attached to the front curve of her huge vaginas. Her phallus size and overall body size grew in turns- she wanted bigger cocks but didn't want to override herself with them. When her head was on the same level as the second floor of the buildings around her she realized it was a problem and stopped shrinking people down to doll size to make herself bigger. Her horse-like cocks were wide enough to take up nearly all the space between her front legs and long enough to extend some ways out after them. To everyone else their size rivalled a city bus. The canine ones were only a third as long but the perpetually engorged three-segmented knots made them twice as thick, which also forced the two shafts a bit apart from each other. For both variety and a strange blend of twisted modesty and pride she took the wings of a bat to reshape her lowest set of arms, as well as the radiantly colored scales of a coral snake, making them look more like a dragons wings. The membrane on them was so long that when rested around her human hips they actually formed a skirt of flesh to cover the front half of her inhuman self. And finally to close the gap of difference between her cow-dwarfing breasts and her tiny tits, she grew the tiny ones to a bulbous double D, and since her torso was two sets of ribs longer already anyway, she added a third set that were once again tiny. She eventually revealed herself when most people had evacuated the area anyway. She had gotten away with her theiving easily up to then thanks to her octopus cloaking. Occult landed on and sat cross-legged on one of her titanic breasts. Her tit absorbed the impact easily, rippling like water for a moment before bouncing to a stop. "My dear, have you ever heard of there being too much of a good thing?" Her eyes focussed onto his comparatively tiny face. "I know...but I want more, and that's what the dark blood bracelet is for!" Occult sighed. "And when is 'more' enough? You just need satisfaction, yea? Well I happen to know a woman who is real good at that." He snapped his fingers and several runic circles gathered together in mid air, forming a complete sphere. They flashed and vanished as a sphere of water formed in their wake, and fell away to reveal a large seawitch, Unduela. When travelling she kept her eight huge tentacles stuck together so it looked like a snakes tail, minus the scales. She was a shimmering jet black with a few stripes made of clusters of deep violet dots. Her lips, nipples and a large patch on her forehead was black as well. Her torso alone was about seven feet tall and each tentacle dwarfed her human half, so while she wasn't as big as Len, she was as close as anyone was getting except Occult's own dread dragon form. The inner sides of Unduela's tentacles were vibrant pink and secreted a mucus when she was not waterlogged. Her breasts were a huge teardrop shape on her otherwise petite looking frame, and her huge vagina sat at the center of all her writhing limbs. Even for Unduela, managing two sets of two cocks and two vagina practically big enough to ram a truck in was a little much, so Occult copied the same trick Len already used on herself- he doubled Unduela. Like an unseen mirror, Unduela became two and mirrored eachothers exact motions on either side of Len. Not exactly opposed to the idea, Len stayed where she was as Unduela slithered up to her, with her tentacles pulled together. Unduela used the slope of flesh between a huge ball and the massive labia to ascend the huge body. She split her tentacles apart once she was on top and started to writhe around, spreading the mucus over the gargantuan muscular rump. The mucus was sticky at first but became extremely slippery when it came into contact with an already wet surface. The malleable limbs wedged into and caressed every indentation between muscle and every curve of Len's rear body. Unduela hooked a tentacle on the puffy equine anus and pulled herself around over the monstrously huge vagina. Occult vanished from Len's breast and appeared just laying cross-legged with crossed arms on the end of her equine shaft, using the hot turgid skin as a place to rest. His huge ears draped around either side of the shaft brushing the glans was a terrible tease, and seeing he had an impressive pair of balls for his size, Len went to borrow a bit from him as well. Occult just shrugged and closed his eyes to relax. "Did you really think that would work on me? Please. I didn't realize it was amateur hour in here." "W-why didn't it?" "I am not a physical being, I have no body to steal traits from. My real body died well over a thousand years ago." Len's attention was quickly stolen back to her rear with a shriek of surprise when Unduela started to pushed her entire body inside of her. Using a single tentacle to penetrate the anus and grab hold of her cock's pleasure plum from there, the other seven limbs wedged themselves into the puffy but very soft and flexible boundaries of the vagina. The tentacles were folded over, so their tips still gripped and caressed the edges of the labia, and the thousands of suction cups on their undersides pressed into the contracting walls of the vagina, feeling like thousands of mouths kissing her over and over. Unduela saved her human hands to squeeze and manipulate her own bosom as she dropped her hefty endowments onto Len's huge clit. Len's legs gave out from the pleasure quickly, but because of how massive her equipment was, she actually didn't lower at all, it simply shifted her weight from her hooves to her shaft and the lower curve of her vagina. Unduela spun and pushed her limbs in and out, creating an alternating spiral and driving Len wild. Len's mouth hung open as she let out high pitched moans, her head was absolutely swimming with pleasure, and while she knew she probably looked silly her muscles trembled and contracted entirely on their own and she had little control over anything. Len started to squirm around as much as her tightened muscles allowed, because the nonstop pleasure was too much for her. Unduela occasionally slipped her breasts off the clit to kiss it, and taste the salty fluid that was cascading down onto the street in small rivers. Pushing outward as much as she could, Unduela twisted her tentacles around pulling them back, and thrusting them in as deep as she could go and lashed them back and forth through the slick soft folds. Len squeaked out as much sound as she could manage from already being out of breath and her face turned blood red as her vagina gave several short but violent pulses and two tidal waves of fluid burst out of her- so big that one alone painted the entire width of the street for nearly twenty feet back. Len gasped for breath as Unduela snaked her way out, trying to make as little movement as possible as Len was clearly already overloaded. Her cock was doing its impression of a vibrator, bobbing from need but so stiff that it simply vibrated. Her vagina had cum but her cock had only been brought to the edge and now hung their agonizingly. Unduela slithered around quickly, being able to move much faster on land now that the street was completely soaked. Len shifted her weight again to try and allow her room, even though she was still completely out of breath. Unduela slithered over the lower cock as Occult slipped off to let her work, and then she wedged herself as far down as she could. She wedged a bed of writhing tentacles between the two cocks, right to the knot which was too tightly pressed into the lower cock to allow anything between. Unduela coiled and uncoiled her multitude of limbs, kissing both shafts with her suction cups. She traced the pointed end of the canine phallus from below while thrusting her entire backside up and down the top of the equine shaft. Len was going crazy, being on the absolute edge for nearly a half minute now, each hand kneaded a different breast. Occult walked in front, bored, he wedged a finger between the projected urethral opening and the actual glans and traced the cleft. The attention to the gigantic flare sent Len at last over the edge, and all the massive veins on her shafts ballooned to maximum stiffness, the flares reached full radius- about the size of a picnic umbrella- and she came explosively. In spite of the tremendous weight of them, each jet of cum travelled a half block from the head of the cock, leaving thick white stripes down the road that would surely cause a confusion of traffic. Her top cocks soaked the lower, and the lower ones soaked the street. Occult only remained standing for half of the first jet before being knocked onto his ass. He rolled out to the side and magically shook the cum from himself, though his hair and fur were now snow white. "Huh...well, I always heard the protein is good for your hair." One pedestrian was unfortunately behind Len at the time. His friend shouting at him to get back. "No Frank, I think it is OK." He placed a cautious hand on the massive labia. "It's trembling, it's afraid." In an instant they were both ripped off their feet by a tidal wave of vaginal juices as it rolled over the street. "I regret nothing!" Unduela had to slither away quickly as Len no longer had the strength to remain up right. Like a defeated giant her legs buckled and she rolled over the soft mass of her naughty bits and collapsed onto her side, staring into nothingness as she panted and drooled. Her junk looked even more tremendous now that it didn't have her entire body weight compressing it all, and it looked like she wasn't going to be able to compact it again to stand back up without a great deal of effort. Even delirious, she moaned for more. Occult sighed and crossed his arms- glad that this wasn't his actual plan, and was only meant to prevent her from stealing more people for a while. Back in her apartment, her ex boyfriend Mike bursts in through the door calling for her, but quickly seen where she is. Lin was laying on the couch with one bent knee on the cushions and one leg dangling off. From her head was hair of platinum blond so light it was nearly white, that was now so long that it cascaded off the couch and covered the entire floor with its waves. The naval length edges of her bangs however were patterned with the prismatic patterns of a butterfly and peacock combined. Her left outer arm was adorned with what looked like a tattoo, but was in fact the stolen stripes off a tiger. Her skin had a literal dim glow and her purple iris shone with a bright light- radiance stolen from the cosmos. She was slightly bigger than before but her legs a great deal longer and more toned, making her considerably taller than Mike now. She wore nothing but a small sheet draped over her which fell away when she sat up, and also revealed her gigantic angelic wings- stolen from an entire flock of white swan. Her breasts were perfect tear shapes whether viewed from the front or sides, capped with solid edged pastel pink, slightly projected bumpy areola and eraser nipples. Her skin was flawless porcelain, adorned with constellations of freckles on the tops of her breasts and the bridge of her nose. As she rolled to the edge and got up off the couch, Mike could see those long legs ended in a tight and very round ass over good sized hips, and Venus dimples on her toned lower back. Her near-white golden pubes were cut in the shape of flames, and the tiger stripes apparently widened across her back before narrowing as they rotated around her and down her right leg, from her left shoulder. The only other adornment was a tiny round golden bell earring on either ear. Her voice was doubled over itself, deep and womanly and came from flawlessly sculpted light pink lips. "Why are you here Mike? I already said all I had to say, you have nothing for me now." He said nothing and simply undid his fly. As his cock swung down her eyelids swung open. Just as thick as a baseball bat and half as long, his uncut flaccid cock swung heavy out in the open before he dug in with a hand to bring out his apple sized balls with it. The head of his cock starting to peek out of the foreskin already, but the mighty staff took its time erecting. Puzzled, she thrust a hand forward to steal his size and send it to Len but nothing happened. Mike shook his head and spoke up. "I dumped you because it hurt me to see you thinking like that all the time, but I tried everything to make you see yourself the way others do. I couldn't help you so I let you go- for myself yes, but I hoped it would finally be the thing that made you reflect on yourself properly. I know you don't have it in you to attack me like you did earlier...you did it because I hurt you. I love you Len, but you need to see yourself clearly- you need to love yourself too!" "Oh...Mike. I have tried you know, it is not like I enjoy disliking myself. The dark blood gem has almost fixed it though! Look at how beautiful I am now! Very nearly perfect! I was going to say I don't have the power to give you your cock back unfortunately...but...it seems you don't need it." "I got a lot more than that now." He flexed his muscles and they doubled in size filling his outfit to the point of bursting and then continued to expand for a few more seconds ripping all of his clothes off of him. His body was huge- statuesque. As muscular as it could possibly be without being bulbous, coupled with Lin remembering how sexy his slight Scottish accent was, made her more than willing to let him into her. She moved forward a few steps as he crossed most of the room- her soft shimmering hair made each step soft on the feet. His cock was waving back and forth in near perfect erection by the time he took her by the arms and held her close. Because of its size his cock rest between her breasts and she momentarily was torn between kissing his lips or his dick. He brought her down, cupping the sides of her breasts and running his thumbs over her erect nipples before tracing her curves to her hips and bending over to suck a nipple, while his hands caressed the roundness of her thighs. Her cheeks flushed a bit with arousal and a bit with embarrassment, she did not want it to seem like she was taking him back simply because he came back looking like a demi-god. Lin was laying on the floor with her wings spread limply across it, long enough to be curved a bit upward where they met the wall for lack of space. Mike sat upright between her toned thighs and held his cock out like an offering to her, gently patting it against her stomach a few times. Lin nodded, and Mike prepared to take his girlfriend on an ocean of her own hair. He pulled back so he could line his penis up with her plush mound. He teased her lips with the head as he lined up its trajectory and moistened his staff with her honey. He eased the head in but then paused and gave a mighty thrust making her gasp for breath. His thrusts were long and strong, causing her body to rock against the soft hair, and her breasts to rock to a different rhythm altogether. His cock was so big compared to her lean form that he could see the bulge in her abdomen up to her naval when he thrust in. It did not take long for him to feel her hot juices running down his balls and he switched from rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb, to lifting her legs and thrusting even deeper. She hit her crescendo twice before he finally came, and when he did her entire body flushed with heat, so much fluid that it felt like her entire body was filling with him, like she was practically drowning in her lover. He flopped down beside her, both were quite out of breath. Mike looked at her with a tired smile. "So, what do you say we get back together, and blow this joint. Stop stealing traits and just move to another city and start fresh." Lin still needed a moment to catch her breath. "Why another city?" "Weeeell, the citizens of this one might think your some sort of evil sorceress come to destroy the world, so they might be getting ready to try and kill you. Just a thought." "Oh yea...they do tend to react poorly to my borrowing of things. Its really superficial when you think about it!" She looked a bit down. "But...I can't stop taking yet. The more I take the more apparent it is that I am missing something! I need to fill that void! And I have taken a little bit of almost everything so I must be getting close to finding it, because there isn't much left!" She spoke the last bit through yawns, and cozied up to Mike before passing out, comfortable on the bed of hair. Mike sighed. "Well, I made up with her anyway, but I still wasn't able to stop this madness. Thanks for the help anyway, Nereid." His buff body and huge genitals melted away, slithered across the floor and reformed into a woman made of peach jelly-like goo. Mike was his old self under it all, and was unfortunately still a blank crotch. That is why the trait theft earlier did not work- Mike did not actually have the trait she was trying to take. Nereid took a bow, her jelly tits bouncing wildly from the movement. "It was fun. And I am sure master Occult has other plans to try. Usually, his forward plan is a diversion." Back on the streets, Len was on the move again, however slow due to her body not at all being built for mobility. This time however, her thoughts were much more clear. Knowing she had Mike back, and having gotten both of her bodies off cleared her thoughts considerably, which in turn caused her direction to become clouded. Where was she going to go? She already stole a bit of everything from humans and even animal unique traits. What was she still missing? He had told her she could steal traits from inanimate objects as well, perhaps that was what she needed to try? A statues chiseled beauty, a paintings unfaltering picturesque beauty, a buildings size? Occult once again appeared beside her, arms crossed. "You sure did a number on this city. I was listening to the radio and the missing persons count is impressive, not to mention all the hospitalized people looking for body parts back. You stole a heart from a baby?" Len blushed. "Its still alive, because it was magically removed and the heart wasn't harmed! I-I thought it would make me more innocent!" "That's...actually the opposite of what it did." "I know, that's why I directly borrowed its innocence afterward." "You know that's basically another word for ignorance, right?" "What? Nah." "Y- ....I was going to argue that, but realised the poetic justice. Still, good work, I gotta say. People cowering before you, you striving for perfection. You don't stop for anyone and step on whoever the hell gets in your way! You remind me a lot of myself!" "W-what?!" "Yea, you and me are a lot like each other." Len flinched, filled with a strange sensation. She had felt like a person wonderfully squeezed in their own overstuffed body, but now felt more like a person swimming within someone else's form. These traits were not a part of her! Back at the apartment, Mike quickly opened his eyes to a blinding light that exploded across the city. Streaks of even brighter light wove around buildings like phantoms, seeking people out. Without waking from her rest, Lin's entire body seemed to evaporate into these spectres and phased through the window. Before he could even think to say anything, one of the phantom streams flew into the apartment and hit Mike squarely in the crotch. He felt a strange sensation like a limb waking from sleep and realised his original penis and balls had returned! Arcane appeared beside Occult in her original form of Circe. "So...how did you do it? I figured sending the boyfriend would have to have worked..." Occult just huffed. "She needed to learn to respect herself, obviously. At least try to keep up with the plot." Arcane lowered her brows. "I know that smartass- how?" "Don't know how envy works? She wanted what everyone else had, she hated herself but loved everyone else." He paused a moment before sighing. "Do I really have to spell it out? She loves everyone else so I compared her to someone else. I am all powerful and feared- I told her she was like me- she can't hate me, so she can no longer hate herself either. Whenever she tries to nit-pick, she will see me or someone else with that trait, and it is not within her to insult anyone else." Mike came running down the streets, wearing a pair of pants he hijacked from Len's house and a spare pair with a bra for her. Because of the sheer number of stolen traits, he was able to grab the clothes, leave the apartment and run all the way over before they were done syphoning from her true form. Her form was so tiny in comparison. No flaws, nothing especially notable. She was pretty average, so there was nothing for anyone to dislike about her regardless of taste. She was perfect at being herself. And now she finally realised it. The fog of her own misjudgement was lifted and she was no longer blind. With an ear-splitting crack, the dark blood gem shattered apart and turned to dust before the fragments even hit the ground. Len slid the empty bracelet off, and tossed it away as she kissed Mike. Arcane couldn't help but smile. "Well, I suppose it did all work out then...eventually." Occult just smiled at her, flexing his brows. "Oh you think you are so clever don't you? At least you can't do that name-play thing of yours on a name as simple as Len." Occult let out a short laugh. "Really? Lent, as in, they lent her their traits. And Lin? Lint, as in a byproduct of the original." Arcane sighed. "It is exhausting being around you." Arcane and Occult vanished from the mortal plain for now, back to the castle Greivanhal. Mike and Len moved quickly to another city, and started fresh together just as he suggested. The city was restored minus the few thousand dollars worth of property damage, and many of its citizens actually came out better for it- since they kept all the things they looted from stores in the middle of all the chaos. And everyone lived happily ever after.

Title: Expedition ins Ungewisse Tag 3 - Déjà-vu by KenFurFox Tags: Alien, German Language, German Shepherd, Handjob, Leopard, Light Bondage, M/F, Military, Milking, Mind Control, Paws, Sergal, Tickling, Violence (Not In Yiff) „Die Artillerie dieser Felligen hat die oberen Decks zertrümmert. Ich bin mir sicher, dass sie es auf den Re-Mon abgesehen haben." Iridin verschränkte die Arme vor seiner Brust. „Ich weiß, ich weiß Sie wollen jetzt hören das wir das Artfakt sicher versteckt haben. Nun und ich darf ihnen versichern, Supremecommander Iridin, das wir das haben." Iwerdos und Ilindur saßen auf einem kleinen Stuhl und während Iwerdoseine Tasse hielt und an einer warmen Flüssigkeit nippte, gestikulierte Ilindur wild mit seinem Arm . „Und wo haben sie es denn versteckt?" und weil Iridin so klein war stemmte er sich auf den flachen Tisch auf. Um größer zu wirken. Denn desto kleiner seine Spezies war, desto Genetischreiner war sie. „Im Körper von Testperson #005." meinte Iwerdos kurz und schlürfte weiter seine unidentifizierte Flüssigkeit. „Ihr-habt-was?" Iridin musste sich setzten. Ilindur war ganz aufgeregt „Ja, wir haben dem Felzigendingen es eingenäht aber das war noch nicht alles. Wir haben von ihm einige Klone erschaffen, sodass sie niemals heraus finden werden wer von denen es mit sich herumträgt." Iwerdos schüttelte nur den Kopf und Iridin lehnte sich zurück „Sagen sie niemals nie, Ilindur. Sagen sie niemals nie." Erneut erschüterungen. „Sie machen weiter. Ich hab noch ein paar Löcher zu stopfen." Iridin wies aus dem Raum. Als Iwerdos und Ilindur hinter sich die Tür schließen hörten fing Iwerdos an „Die Idee war so beschissen und bescheuert von dir. Das mir schon schlecht wird, wenn ich daran denke." Ilindur winkte ab „M-m-m-meisterhafte Ideen habe ich nur. Und deswegen wirst du auch immer neidisch auf mich sein. M-m-m-m-mitnichten habe ich auch auf der Akademie eine 99 Prozent geschafft, sondern eine glatte 100%." „Ilindur hast du vergessen ,dass dein IQ bei miserablen 450 liegt und du nur bestanden hast, weil wir beide uns einen Körper teilen?" Ilindur ließ ein Schnarren über seine Lippen laufen. „Die von der Akademie hatten selbst unseren größten Vordenker durchfallen lassen und am Ende Revolutionierte sein Denken unser aller." Sie gingen langsam den metallenen Korridor hinunter „Sich mit ihm auf eine Stufe zu stellen wäre anmaßend von uns." „Ja, das stimmt wohl." Ilindur nickte zustimmend. „Wenigstens werden wir heute noch einige Tests mit #005 durchführen können. Ich bin es schon satt seine Eingeweide zu sehen." „Dies wird ein guter Tag. Ich bin gespannt wie sich das Aphrodisiakum auf seinen Körper aus wirkt. Vor allem wie lange es braucht bis #005 auf eines von den Weibchen losgeht." Sie blieben stehen und warteten vor einer Tür bis diese sich öffnete. Der Raum war weiß ausgekleidet und dadurch sehr hell. „Zeit die Spiele beginnen zulassen." Sie traten vor zwei Konsolen und widmeten sich der Aufzeichnung der neuen Testphase. Vangam wurde in einem Bett wach. Der Raum war noch dunkel aber die Dämmerung gab genug Licht, dass er etwas sehen konnte. Er griff sich die Uhr. 08:30 Uhr „Das ist zu früh" murmelte er. Vangam stand schlaftrunken auf und schlurfte durch den Flur zur Toilette. Er fragte sich nicht wo er war. Er fragte auch nicht warum er voll angezogen war. Es kam ihm so vor, dass er hier schon immer gelebt hatte. Der Druck auf seiner blase war entsetzlich. Es brachte ihm die ersehnte Erleichterung.Als er fertig war und sich die Hände gewaschen hatte spürte er einen heftigen Schmerz „Mein Schädel... Ich hatte doch gar nicht gesoffen gehabt." Er tapste mit kleinen Augen aus dem Bad. „Bah, ist das hier kalt." und durchquerte so schnell es ging wieder den Flur. Blieb aber an seiner Tür stehen, weil dort ein Zettel hing. Er nahm diesen an sich und verschwand in seinem Zimmer. „Bin mit Ayano einkaufen. Hina." Aha, wer auch immer diese Personen sind dachte sich Vangam und schmiss den Zettel in die Ecke. Sein Kopf schmerzte als ob er etwas auf diesen bekommen hätte. Er stieg zurück in sein Bett und zog sich die blaue Bettdecke über den Kopf. Vangam murmelte leise in sich hinein „Dazu ein bescheuerten Traum gehabt. Ich muss wohl damals kleine Hündchen gequält haben, dass ich jetzt so abgestraft werde." Er hatte seine Augen gerade geschlossen als er gepolter auf dem Flur vernahm. Klopfen an seiner Tür. „Mmmhm?" „Zeig ihn mir! Is er süß? Is er ein süßer Wolfie? Hat er weiches Bauchfell? Wie groß ist er? Welche Augenfarbe hat er? Will auch sehen!" Vangam verkroch sich tiefer in seiner Decke. Wie konnte nur jemand so eine nervtötend hohe Stimme haben. „ Ayano ist gut. Räum lieber die Lebensmittel ein. Ich kümmre mich um unseren neuen WG Bewohner." „Du bist doof, Hina. Immer willst du zuerst." „ Ayano, was denkst du schon wieder. Er hat schließlich gestern ein Stück Türrahmen auf den Kopf bekommen." „Ja, ja, ja. Hab Spaß mit ihm. Ich will ja nicht so sein aber lass mir noch was übrig." „Was? Du spinnst wohl, Ayano. Ich hatte nicht vor.... Unglaublich." Eine Schäferhündin steckte ihren Kopf in das Zimmer. „Uhm, schläfst du noch?" „Nein, nicht mehr." gab er patzig zurück. Sie betrat das Zimmer und schloss die Tür hinter sich. „Es tut mir leid wegen gestern. Ich hatte mich noch nicht mal vorgestellt und dann viel dir der obere Teil des Türrahmens auf deinen Kopf. Du warst sofort weggetreten. Wir konnten dich nur noch in das Zimmer schleppen und hoffen, dass du dir nicht etwas schlimmeres zugezogen hattest." „Wofür gibt es Ärzte?" „ Ach weist du, du bist ja nicht der erste dem das Passiert ist. Wir haben auch schon versucht das Problem zu beseitigen aber das klappt einfach nicht." Sie setzte sich ein Stück auf das Bett. „So du bist Hina, ich bin Vangam." „Oh, wo sind meine Manieren geblieben. Ich bin Hina Sayuri. Macht aber nichts, wenn du mich Hina nennst. Macht jeder. Die andere Stimme war von Ayano Yumi. Wundere dich nicht, das sie so komisch ist, sie wurde vergewaltigt. Oder zumindest hat man es versucht.Komischerweise ist sie seitdem hinter Männer her. Und dann wäre da noch Miyu Sadako, sie hat das Zimmer neben dir. Was ich dir noch zu ihr sagen muss ist, dass sie sehr empfindlich ist." Vangam Nasenspitze ragte unter der Decke hervor. Sie beugte sich nach unten „So möchtest du vielleicht etwas Frühstücken? Ayano und Miyu würden dich bestimmt auch gerne kennen lernen." Sie küsste seine Nasenspitze. Er wurde unter seiner Decke nervös. „Mhm, danke aber ich denke das ich lieber noch etwas versuche zu schlafen." Sie etwas enttäuscht meinte sie „Wenn du denn Hunger bekommst, dann komm in die Küche. Wir werden wahrscheinlich dann vor dem Fernseher abhängen und uns irgendwelche Sendungen reinziehen. Du weißt schon 'Bulle sucht Kitten' oder so was." Sie verließ das Zimmer. Als er hörte wie die Tür sich schloss sagte er halblaut „Scheiße wo bin ich gelandet?" und legte sich auf die Seite. Er war auch etwas eingedöst als er schwach wieder gepolter und Stimmen im Flur vernahm. Danach hörte er nur wie eine Tür in das Schloss viel. „Oh yeah, endlich ruhe." Aber er hatte sich getäuscht. Jemand öffnete seine Tür, ohne zu klopfen oder ähnliches. „Gott verdammt, habe ich den nicht einmal meine Ruhe? Mein Kopf dröhnt und ich versuche etwas zu schlafen." Er sah nicht hin wer es war. Ihm war es auch egal wer es war, so lange sich Derjenige aus seinem Zimmer entfernte. „ Wolfie!! Warum so böse? Ich habe von Hina gesagt bekommen, dass ich mich um dich kümmern sollte. Ob du das willst oder nicht." Sie ließ ihre grünen Augen über die Bettdecke gleiten. Sie konnte aber nicht mehr als seine Nasenspitze entdecken „Tust du mir ein gefallen?" „Sicher,was ist es denn?" „ Verlass das Zimmer." „Sicher, kann ich das nicht tun. Wann habe ich dich ,denn mal nur für mich." „Wie, was?" „Die anderen Beiden sind nochmal weg. Lass mich mal sehen wo dich der Türrahmen getroffen hat." Er kam unter der Decke hervor. Er sah ein Leopardenweibchen, mit langem brünettem Haar, langen Beinen. Dazu blaue Hotpants und ein schwarzes T-Shirt. „Oh, du schwitzt ja! Hast du Fieber?" „Nei..." Sie ließ ihn nicht ausreden „Nein, warte ich hole lieber ein Thermometer." Sie ging aus dem Zimmer „Ich muss damals wirklich was schlimmes Angestellt haben, so wie ich jetzt abgestraft werde." Sie kam zurück „Was ist? Warum so böse?" „Ach, ich will einfach nur meine Ruhe haben, dass ist." Sie bückte sich und streichelte seinen Kopf „Ooooh, schh, Wolfie sagt jetzt mal AAAA" „Nein, sag ich mmh" Sie drückte ihm das Thermometer in sein Maul. „ So..." Sie grinste hämisch. „So, entspann dich." Sie setzte sich auf sein Bett und griff unter die Decke dabei wurden ihre Katzenaugen sehr schmal. Sie zog ihre Hand von seinem Knie, nahm das Thermometer aus seinem Mund und legte es weg. „Aha, kein Fieber aber..." Ihre Hand verkroch sich wieder unter seiner Decke. „Ich merke gerade, dass du noch komplett angezogen bist. Deshalb schwitzt du so." Vangam rieb sich mit dem Daumen und Zeigefinger am Nasenbein. Sie konnte dabei etwas von seiner linken Hand sehen. Dabei viel ihr etwas ins Auge was in ihr Interesse weckte. „ Das wollt..." Sie ließ ihn wieder nicht ausreden. Sie war nun zu neugierig geworden und lehnte sich weiter in Richtung Gesicht. „ Hey hey, die Flecken hab ich schon mal gesehen!" Sie deutete auf seine Pfote. „Ah ja..." Er warf kurz einen Blick auf die Oberseite „Ähm, wo? Ich mein wo haste die Gesehen?" Ihre Nasenspitze berührte seine. „In einem Porno! Teehee, du hast also dieses Sergalchick am Strand gefickt wie?" Er zog seine Decke höher. „Äh, wie? Was? Nein! Ich bin kein Darsteller. Ich bin Student für Biologie." Sie entfernte sich wieder und grinste. „Du bist ein kleiner Lügner! Lügner, nananana!" Vangam zog seine Decke noch höher, sodass seine Füße freigelegt wurden. „Nein und wenn, dann kann ich mich nicht mehr daran erinnern." Dies war ihr auch nicht entgangen und setzte sich weiter nach hinten auf das Bett. „So, so, das hätte ich jetzt auch gesagt." Dabei betonte sie das „das" besonders stark. „Wenn du weiter so leugnest muss ich dir wohl das Geständnis heraus kitzeln." Sie zog ihm seine Socken aus und warf diese auf den Läufer. „Du leugnest immer noch das du ein Pornostar bist, Vangam?" Er lugte etwas über die Deckenkante. „Nein..." Sie kitzelte seine Füße. Er begann erst zu kichern. „Nein, stopp a-a-a-a-aufhören. " „Sch, sch, nur wenn du zugibst ein Pornowolfie zu sein!" Ihre Pfote glitt immer wieder über seine Fußsohle. „Nei... uhuhhahaha. Lass m-m-m-m-m..." „Hast du was gesagt? Ich hab dich nicht verstanden. Du musst lauter reden." „P-p-p-pornow-w-wolfie" „Lauter!" „I-hi-ih-ich bin ein P-p-p-pornowolfie!" Sie hatte auf gehört ihn zu kitzeln. „So, das tat ja nicht weh oder? Jetzt können wir ja mit dem schönen Teil beginnen." Sie rückte etwas nach oben und griff an seine Hüfte. „Lass mir dir helfen mit der Hose. Das ist nicht gesund im Bett." Sie fummelte langsam an seinem Gürtel herum. „Oho, ohhho. Was haben wir den da?" Sie hatte die Decke zur Seite geschlagen und dabei viel ihr seine Beule auf. „Das muss ja höllisch weh tun! Da ist ja kein Platz mehr." Sie beugte sich näher „Nur zu gut, dass wir ihn von seinen Lei..." Ihre Augen weiteten sich als sie die Hose etwas zurückschlug und das was sie unter der Boxershorts erkennen konnte ließ ihr Herz etwas springen. „ Unglaublich..., unglaubliche Bälle! Die sind geschwollen wie Äpfel." Sie sah zu Vangam auf. Dieser war unter dem letzten Stück Decke verschwunden. „ Ist dir das peinlich?" Er antwortete nicht „ Hihi, tolles Muster auf deinen Shorts. Mir gefallen die Smilies. Besonders der hier." Ihr Fingerspitze berührte den Smilie der mittig auf seiner Eichel thronte und streichelte diesen in kreisenden Bewegungen. Sie glitt näher mit ihrem Gesicht an seine Shorts. Sie atmete tief ein und bleib einige Minuten in dieser Position. Als sich sich wieder normal hingesetzt hatte und dabei anfing mit Daumen und Zeigefinger sein Glied hinunter und hinauf glitt, meinte sie mit einem breitem Grinsen zu ihm „Muss ich dich auch noch Waschen, wie?" Sie stand auf ging, einige Sekunden später hörte er wie Wasser lief. Vangam allerdings wollte dieses Chick nur noch legen, es waren zu viele Hormone in seinem Blut. Sein Herz pumpte immer mehr Blut in seine Gürtelregion, hinzu kam noch dieser dauernde Druck auf seine Prostata. Er sah sich im Raum schnell um. Er suchte etwas um sie zu Fesseln und zu Knebeln. Seine Augen erspähten etwas. Ein Haufen voller Kleidung. Er stand schnell auf, griff sich einige Pullover und Hosen. Jetzt brauchte er noch etwas worüber sie Stolpern konnte. Nach einigen Blicken fand er die Lösung: der Bettvorleger. Er stopfte etwas von der anderen Wäsche darunter, sodass die Wahrscheinlichkeit hoch war das sie fiel. Seine Schmerzen, die er gehabt hatte, waren urplötzlich verflogen. „Noch einen Moment, dann hole ich dich. Das heiße Wasser läuft noch in die Wanne..." Er vernahm wie sie das Wasser abstellte und er sprang zurück in das Bett. Die Falle war gelegt. Jetzt musste sie nur noch rein treten und fallen. „Wolfie, ich helfe dir auf." Sie trat auf den Vorleger und viel. Das war seine Chance. Er sprang auf sie. „Uh, Wolfie?!" Er griff sich ihre Arme und verknotete diese, so schnell es ging mit einem grünen Pullover. Sie strampelte mit ihren Beinen. Vangam nahm noch ein Teil, diesmal ein schwarzes Hemd, und verband noch einmal ihre Arme. „Sch, sch, keine Angst. Es wird nicht weh tun. Das verspreche ich dir." Er verknotete es um ihre Beine. „Wolfie, so einer bist du! Du bist so dominant..." Er schulterte sie und trug sie in das Badezimmer. Zuerst wollte er sie in die Badewanne legen aber er hatte die Dusche gesehen und hatte darauf eine andere Idee. Er band ihre Hände an die Duschstange. Sie wehrte sich etwas, wenn auch schwach. Er schlug sie dabei räusperte er sich mehrmals und spuckte etwas schwarzes auf den Boden. „Ahh... Wa.. mmh" Er küsste sie, seine beiden Pfoten verschwanden unter ihrem T-Shirt. Während sie sich seinen Berührungen und Küssen hingab zog er sie näher an sich. Aus dem nichts musste er würgen. Ihre Reaktion war darauf, dass sie versuchte ihren Kopf wegzuziehen. Er ließ es nicht zu und drückte seine Lippen weiter auf ihre. Sie versuchte mit dem Kopf nach hinten auszuweichen, stieß aber gegen die Kacheln der Wand. Seine linke Hand glitt an ihrem Körper zur ihrer Hüfte. Sie stöhnten leise. Ihre Zungen spielten ein langsames Spiel miteinander. Aber dies war nur Fassade für das eigentliche Unterfangen des Parasiten in ihm. Ihre Zunge ertastete noch etwas anderes in ihrem Mund. Es war nicht groß aber es machte sie nervös. Mit seiner rechten Hand drückte er ihre Nasenflügel zu. Jetzt bekam sie Panik. Wollte er sie umbringen? Das war nicht sein Plan. Er zwängte seine linke Pfote in ihre Hotpants und ließ diese in ihre Ritze rutschen. Sie versuchte durch ihren Mund Luft zu holen aber er presste bei jeden Versuch seine Lippen fester auf ihre. Seine Kralle glitt in kreisenden Bewegungen über ihren Anus. Als sie erneut versuchte sich abzuwenden, drückte er seinen Finger in sie. Sie konnte nicht mehr anders, sie musste schlucken. Erst danach ließ er von ihr ab. „ Tat es weh?" Sie atmete in langen Zügen. Er lehnte sich seitlich an sie und eine seiner Krallen strich immer wieder über ihren Bauch. Sie keuchte noch „Was hast du mit mir gemacht?" „Sieh doch einfach auf den Boden und guck dir deinen neuen Freund doch an." Er versenkte seine Nase in ihre Haare. „ Uh, du riechst so gut..." Sie starte auf den Boden. Sie beobachtete das schwarze Ding, das langsam auf dem Wannenboden, herum kroch. „Ist das Ding in mir?" Sie begann zu zittern. Er atmete tief ein „Du riechst so gut, wenn du Angst hast." Sie zitterte mehr „W-was macht das Ding mit mir? Werde ich st-sterben?" Vangam ließ sich auf die Knie und nahm das Nacktschnecken ähnliche Ding. Es war nicht größer als sein kleiner Finger und nicht länger als drei Zentimeter. „Nein, es wird dir keinen Schaden zufügen." Er kicherte, stand auf und hielt es ihr vor das Gesicht. Es ekelte sie an und sie drehte ihren Kopf weg. „Sag Hallo zu deinem neuen Freund." „Nimm es weg..." Sie er brach sich. Die reine Vorstellung so ein Ding in sich zu haben, ließ sie brechen. Die Armfessel rutschte die Duschstange hinunter. Er sah zu wie sie es wieder ausbrach. „Mhh, eine Schande." Er kniete sich wieder hin, legte die Schnecke ,die er noch in der Hand gehabt hatte, auf sein Knie und ließ griff sich ihren Gürtel. In wenigen Sekunden hatte er sie entfernt und den Knopf als auch den Reißverschluss geöffnet. Ihre Hotpants viel schon von selbst. „Los, dreh dich um." befahl er. „Nein, du wirst mir nicht..." Es klatschte. „Du wirst dich jetzt umdrehen und mir deinen geilen Arsch zeigen. Sonst setzts was." Sie drehte sich missmutig und so gut es ging um. „Gutes Mädchen, gutes Mädchen..." Seine Pfoten glitten über ihren Rücken und schlussendlich entfernte er ihren String. Er knurrte erregt „Mit Leomuster.." Er griff sich ihren Schwanz und begann zwischen ihren Backen zu lecken. „Wolfie..." Seine linke Pfote rutschte an ihrem Bauch nach unten und fing an sie zwischen ihren Beinen zu verwöhnen. Er hörte sie schnurren. Er setzte das stimulieren von ihr noch einige Minuten lang fort, danach nahm er seine Pfote von ihrem Geschlecht und drückte ihre beiden Backen mit seinen Fingern auseinander. „Du willst ihn, oder?" Noch schnurrend antwortete sie „Oh Gott, nein!" Er nahm den Parasiten wieder auf, spuckte auf ihren Anus und legte ihn auf diesen. „Sei ein braves Mädchen und entspann dich." Er sah zu wie sich der Parasit in sie zwängte. Langsam, so unendlich langsam. „Mach es ihm nicht schwerer als es ist, Ayano." „Ich möchte ihn nicht in mir haben!" wimmerte sie. Er drückte ihn weiter in sie. Er meinte gesehen zu haben, dass einige Tränen über ihre Wangen rollten „Große Mädchen weinen nicht! Große Mädchen freuen sich darauf was sie geschenkt bekommen." Er versenkte seinen Finger in ihren Arsch als der Parasit in ihr war. Stand danach auf und ging seitlich um sie herum. „Warum? Warum machst du das?" mit seiner rechten Fummelte er die gelben Knöpfe seiner Shorts auf. „Weil Schlampen, wie du, nichts anderes Verdient haben." Sein Glied rutschte aus dem Eingriff heraus. „ Siehst du ihn? Er ist wegen dir knochenhart. Deinem Arsch, deiner Pussy, deinem ganzen Körper und du weißt sicher was wir dagegen machen können oder?" Vor ihr wippte sein Glied. Rot geschwollen, schwerfällig. Vangam begann damit ihren Schließmuskel zu verwöhnen. Sie konnte nicht anders, sie musste anfangen zu schnurren. Wie sich immer wieder sein Finger in ihren Arsch drückte und sie dabei immer wieder etwas mehr weitete. Sie verlor immer mehr und mehr die Kontrolle über ihre realen Gefühle und das was sie sich einbildete. Es war beinah so ein Gefühl, dass sie betrunken war und dabei verstärkte sich dieses sich bei jeder Bewegung, die Beide taten, weiter. „Verstehst du. Du hast den ganzen Spaß..." flüsterte er ihn ihr rechtes Ohr. Sie sah ein, dass Widerstand zwecklos war. Ihre Augen waren wässrig, dies aber nicht vor Schmerzen sondern vor Lust. Etwas befahl ihr Vangam zu gehorchen. Ihr Bauchgefühl befahl es ihr und es war ein gutes Gefühl. „M-eister?" sein Finger verließ ihren Anus. Streichelte noch einmal ihren Rücken und band sie danach los.Sie richtete sich zitternd auf und konnte sehen wie er sich an der Wanne abstützte. Sie zog ihre Klamotten auf Hüfthöhe „Warte..." Sie ging zittrig aus dem Raum und kam kurz darauf wieder. Sie hatte ein Weinglas dabei und als sie hinter ihm war, ging sie auf die Knie. Vangam ließ etwas Wasser aus der Wanne als er ihre Pfote an seinem Glied spürte. Dabei grinste sie und hielt das Weinglas unter ihm . Als genügend Wasser abgelaufen war schloss Vangam den Ablauf wieder. Sie fing an die ganze Länge zu wichsen. „Nur keine Scharm..." Sie steigerte bei jeder Bewegung ihr Tempo „ Ich will auf meinen neuen Meister anstoßen." Es sollte nicht lange dauern.Zumindest hatte er das Gefühl, dass sie das nicht zum ersten mal machte. „Nnnng... gleich..." Sein Gesicht war knall rot und er begann wieder zu schwitzen. „Guter Wolfie ..." Er hielt für einen Moment die Luft an aber die Massage war zu gut. Er hörte es platschen im Weinglas. Sie sah allerdings nicht ein aufzuhören. „Bis es voll ist..." Er verkniff sich das Stöhnen so gut es ging. Unterdessen machte sich sein Körper auf einen neuen Orgasmus bereit. „Nnnng, Fuck..." Seine Beine gaben langsam nach. „Nicht mehr viel..." „Sie brav und mach mir das Glas voll." Er kam erneut, dabei rang er um Luft. Dieses mal schien er nicht mehr stoppen zu können. Er lief aus und als sie sah das ihr Glas überlaufen würde legte sie ihren Daumen an sein Glied und drückte zu. Sie stellte schnell das Glas zur Seite, legte ihre Lippen an ihn und ließ los. Sie schluckte und schluckte. Vor sich seine Organe hängend, ihn am ablutschen, dies erregte sie durch und durch. Er glitt immer tiefer in ihren Rachen als beide eine vertraute Stimme vernahmen „Ayano! Genau das habe ich mir gedacht!" es war Hina. Vangam konnte nur schemenhaft sehen was sie tat. Was er allerdings spürte war, dass ein harter Gegenstand an seinem Hinterkopf abprallte und er schlagartig auf in einem Moos überwucherten Tempel Hof aufschreckte. „ Meine Fresse, was ist denn los? Wo bin ich denn hier ?" Leicht benommen sah er sich um. Seine Augen wurden schmal. „Irgendwas stimmt hier nicht! Erst bin ich in einem Badezimmer und dann wache ich hier in einem Hof auf! Und wo verdammt sind die ganzen Personen? Wenigstens etwas positives ich bin nicht verletzt." Er sah an sich hinunter. Jeans, Hemd hatte er an und sogar war sein Mobiltelefon in seiner Tasche. All dies passte nicht in sein Bild. Er stand wackelig auf und ging langsam ein Stück die Hofmauer entlang. Mit seiner rechten Pfote glitt über die braunen Steine in der Mauer und diese waren alle aal glatt geschliffen. „Scheiße! Das gibt nix mit Klettern." murmelte er in sich hinein. Dabei sah die Wand nach oben. Und selbst wenn, wie würde er über das Dach gelangen. Es knallte, einmal, zweimal danach mehrere male schnell hintereinander. Vor Schreck drehte er sich um und presste sich gegen die Mauer. Ein Feuerball raste über den Himmel, seine Augen verfolgte diesen, da entdeckte er noch mehr von diesen Dingern. Einer schien in seine Richtung zu stürzen. „Das war's so werde ich sterben..." Gebannt von diesem Schauspiel vernahm er nicht sie sich jemand hastig näherte. „Vangam, schütz deinen Kopf!" Er wurde umgerissen. Kurz darauf schlug es mittig in dem Hof ein. Steine und Schmutz prasselten auf sie hinab. „Su..san? Was ist hier los?" „Sch, sei ruhig!" „ Wa..." Sie legte ihre Pfote um seine Schnauze und drückte zu. Er blickte nach rechts. Aus dem Einschlagkrater stand eine Person auf. „ Zielsysteme... online!Bewegungssysteme... online! Ortungssysteme... online! Alle Systeme online!" Vangams Augen wurden immer größer. War das ein Roboter? Seine Statur deutete auf einen zweibeinigen, gepanzerten und mit einem Sturmgewehr bewaffneten Roboter hin. „Was zum Teufel ging hier vor" dachte sich Vangam. „Dringe in Gebäude ein!" Dieser setzte sich in Bewegung und durchbrach die Mauer die vor ihm war. Es war die gleiche Sorte von Mauer wo er vorgestanden hatte und sie schien. Sie nahm ihre Hand weg als es außer Hörreichweite war. „Gut, er ist weg..." Sie stand auf und half ihm auf. „Susan, was geht hier vor?" Sie sah im an das er Erschöpft war. „Keine Zeit zu erklären, Vangam." Seine Augen wanderten kurz über sie. Sie war hatte einen langen schwarzen Ledereinteiler an, darüber trug sie ihre Weste. „Wir müssen zu erst das Ding aus dir kriegen." Sie griff sich seinen Arm, streckte diesen aus. „Was fü... Ahhhh, spinnst du?" Sie hatte ihm eine Spritze in den Ellenbogen gerammt. Seine Augen sahen mit entsetzten, wie Susan sie entleerte „Willst du mich umbringen?" „Keine Angst, damit bekommen wir das Ding raus. Könnte nur unangenehm in der Darmregion werden." Das alles ging Vangam zu schnell. „Was für'n Ding? Und warum trägst du diese komischen Klamotten und...?" Sie warf die Spritze auf den Boden, dabei antwortete sie ihm nicht „Wir müssen hier weg. Los, hinter mir her." Sie lief ein Stück Ungefähr in die Mitte des Hofes und er versuchte hinter ihr her zu wanken. Er ging auf die Knie „Warte nicht so schnell. Ich bin noch zu schwach." Sie kam zurück und stützte ihn. „Ich hab ihn. Schickt einen Transporter, der uns hier raus holt." „Wer?" Fragte Vangam bevor ihm schwarz vor Augen wurde. Sein Kreislauf spielte verrückt. „Verdammt, Vangam nicht jetzt. Beeilt euch, er wurde ohnmächtig." „ Sind in 30 Sekunden da.Wir halten, dann nach der Signalfarbe ausschau." Sie keuchte „Vangam, warum bist du so schwer?" Sie nahm die Rauchgranate von ihrem Gürtel und ließ sie fallen. „Farbe in Position. Warten auf Abholung." Es ging kaum ein Windzug und der rauch entwickelte sich binnen Sekunden. „Gurte Nachricht, ich habe Sichtkontakt zum Rauch. Uh und 'ne schlechte Nachricht. Es sieht so aus als ob ein paar Inquisitionstruppen in den Hof eindringen wollen." „Ich sehe sie P-576. Gehen sie einen schnellen Sinkflug. Wir haben nicht viel Zeit, wenn die uns Beide in die Finger bekommen, dann war alles umsonst." " Der Truppentransporter senkte sich langsam als er über dem Rauch stand. Den Lärm den der Transporter machte war unglaublich selbst im Schwebenden zustand.„Geht das nicht schneller?" „Schneller ist nur noch abstürzen." Sie humpelte mit Vangam in Richtung Ladeluke. Als erneut eine Explosion eine der anderen Wände zerstörte. Sie sah schnell herüber „ Scheiße, Vangam warum bist du jetzt ohnmaächtig?" Sie konnte aus weiter ferne, leise die Stimmen der Inquisitionstruppen vernehmen. „Da drüben eine Sukkubi! Knallt sie ab!" Vangam fing die Kugeln ab, die für Susan gedacht waren. Er zuckte unter den Treffern. Er stöhnte. Sie rollte sich in den Transporter und zog Vangam hinten auf die Ladefläche. Die Kugeln schlugen in die Seite ein. „Worauf warten sie noch. Los, los, los." schrie sie den Piloten an.Die Düsen heulten als er Vollgas gab. Sie griff sich schnell das Verbandszeug welches sich unter einem Sitz befand. Sie sprang zurück zu Vangam. Sein Blut bedeckte bereits großflächig den Boden. „Scheiße, er verblutet mir hier. Pilot geht das nicht schneller?" Der Pilot blickte kurz über die Schulter. „Schneller geht's nicht. Ich hole schon das Maximum aus dem Baby raus." Sie fühlte den Puls, doch da war keiner mehr. Sie begann mit einer Herzmassage. „Vangam, nicht jetzt..." Immer wieder drückte sie sein Brustkorb, aber nichts als Blut lief aus seiner Schnauze. Sie drückte schneller, die Tränen schossen ihr in die Augen. Ihre Pfoten wurden immer Blutverschmierter. Ihr Gehirn versagte ihr das rationale Denken „Warum ? Warum..." flüsterte sie. Sie hämmerte auf seinen Brustkorb. „ Warum? Warum tust du uns das an?" Sie kauerte sich zusammen. Sie war gebrochen. Sie hatte alles aufs Spiel gesetzt aber für was? Für ein Abenteuer? Für einen Beschaulichen Ausflug auf eine einsame Insel? Sie hatte den größten Trumpf geopfert und sie wusste, dass es keine einfache Expedition war. Sie riss ihre Kopf nach oben und starte an die Decke über ihre Wangen liefen ströme an Tränen „Wieso tust du uns das an? Was haben wir dir getan? Warum nimmst du uns die letzte Hoffnung?" Sie schluchzte und dabei dabei biss sie sich in die Lippe. Nach Minuten, des Trauern, stand sie auf und ging nach hinten. Sie sah über die Insel und das wenige was sie durch die Tränen sah war nicht weniger schrecklich. Teilweise brannte es. Irgendwo schlugen Granaten ein. Sie konnte die Erdfontänen sehen. Zwischendurch konnte sie Personen als auch Roboter sehen. Das Mündungsfeuer, die todbringenden Flammenwerfer. „Festhalten, wir überfliegen Marinegebiet!" „Es macht keinen Sinn mehr. Wir werden sowieso verlieren!" Sie hielt sich an einem der Haltegriffe fest. „ Wer nicht kämpft kann nicht verlieren, sondern nur untergehen." Sie nickte nur und starte dabei weiter aus der Ladeluke. „Wir werden wohl nie eine wirkliche Chance gegen die Inquisition haben und irgendwann werden sie uns aus dieser Welt getilgt haben." „ Mal sehen was General Daiki zu deinem Versagen meint." Sie atmete hörbar aus. Das Schicksal war besiegelt, die Inquisition war nicht mehr aufzuhalten. Das wusste sie ,das wusste die Pilotin, das wusste jeder. Und sie alleine war daran schult. Sie konnte mit der Schande nicht mehr leben. „Zeit, das zu beenden." Sie zog ihre Pistole und schluckte. Susan setzte sie unter ihr Kinn. Ihre Hand zitterte, sie drückte es fester gegen ihr Fleisch. Ihr Zeigefinger krampfte sich. Ihre Gedanken waren noch nie so klar wie jetzt. „Keine Schande über mein Haus." BANG „Scheiße...." Ende

Shattered Shards: Myshelle's Medicine Myshelle tossed he auburn hair over her shoulder, looking with a scowl at the methods of conveyance parked outside the club, though in some cases the term 'stabled' would be more accurate. She wrinkled her nose at the scent of horse, not horse dung, merely horse. The air was thick with it here. She hated coming to what 'normal' humans referred to as 'Grimmtown' in some circles, a place where fairy tales came to life. Myshelle came here after work because it seemed that leaving the comfortable modern world behind and jumping head long into a place where the extraordinary and strange was the norm was the only way that she could drink in peace. Every time she would go to a bar, someone would either recognize her, or try to hit on her. Before the strange events that changed the world forever, Myshelle had taken to visiting strip clubs, where the focus would be on women who were most definitely less pretty than herself, but made up for that in the eye of lecherous males by being bereft of clothing. The glowing sign above the door read "The Amorous Satyr," the glow from magical enchantment rather than neon lighting. Beside it was an image of a well hung, hoofed individual. The brunette sighed, doing her best not to grab a strand of her long, gorgeous hair and start pulling worriedly at it. Even despite her going to Grimmtown, eventually people started learning what bar she frequented and began their creepy stalkerhood anew. That was one part of her celebrity that Myshelle absolutely loathed; the drooling, adoring, mindless masses of fans. Get yourself a recurring role on a popular television series and appear monthly in the pages of several fashion magazines, and all of a sudden you can't walk down the street in a big city without some fat, BO-scented idiot recognizing you. The model wrinkled her nose again, it was probably her imagination, but she could swear she could smell the faint hint of sex upon the air. Though any trace of it once she recognized it was buried under the scent of horse and fried food. She hated looking for new clubs; she'd been banned from the last one after throwing a drunken patron across the room. The place mainly served the shorter Aerthan races. Apparently it was an unforgivable crime to toss a midget when he was pawing her leg and making comments about 'wanting to go make some three-quarterlings.' Myshelle's heels clicked on the pavement and she got over her trepidation and marched into the club. The scent of horse and fried food only got stronger, as well as a strange, sharp scent in the air that made the model sneeze. She immediately made her way towards the bar, and took a stool. The place was set up to look rather like an Old Aerth-style inn, though it had all the modern conveniences, and most of the bottles on the shelves were Earthen brands. Though Myshelle thought they went a bit too far with the rounded, over-buxom bartenders and waitresses. Or wenches, she supposed. She ordered her drink, tossed down her money and leaned on the bar, nursing her drink while she thought over her day, as she usually did. Her day had been ruined by a particularly ugly backdrop, and an incompetent gofer who seemed chronically confused at Myshelle's insistence that the coffees she instructed him to get for her were all wrong. Did the idiot think she couldn't tell the difference between one shot of cherry syrup or two? And then there had been... Myshelle spun on her stool, feeling rather anxious, wanting to lash out for her mistreatment during the day. Her eyes settled on the stage for the first time, and her brain seemed to lock up and shut down. Her drink glass fell from her hand and shattered on the floor. Her mouthed opened in a gape that was only slightly wider than the size of her eyes at the performer on stage. "What the hell?" she said to herself, though anyone close to her could hear. She stared in shock and bafflement at the 'stripper' on the bar's central stage. She wasn't human, that wasn't a surprise. The most surprising thing was the Myshelle was rather sure the performer didn't count as a 'she.' Not with the two foot long equine phallus and grapefruit sizes balls between 'her' legs. Myshelle shuddered at the sight, she had no idea she'd walked into one of those 'weird' clubs. Made even weirder by the stripper's size, well, not her size, but her build. She was as hefty as the serving wenches. Myshelle winced, trying not to lose her lunch. She couldn't believe that people came and paid to watch he-she porkers wobble their fat rolls about. She turned and stood, preparing to dart out the door, when she found one of the wenches in her way. "Watch we're your going, you disgusting blob!" Myshelle growled, putting a hand on the shoulder of the obese server in her way. A latex-gloved hand gripped Myshelle's wrist and blazing emerald eyes met her own. There was something in them that immediately sent a shiver down Myshelle's spine. Only when she looked down did she notice the woman, or quite possibly 'woman' was dressed in a latex outfit, rather than a blouse and skirt. Her bright red hair hung down her back, contrasting starkly with the deep black corset, gloves, and thigh-high boots she wore. "I... I'm sorry..." Myshelle stammered, the satyr's eyes seeming to see into her very soul. "No, you're not." The latex-clad satyr said, "You're not sorry at all, and I think you need to learn some manners." Myshelle scowled and tried to pull her hand away, "I'm leaving." she said, trying to walk away from the creature. Instead she found a hoof pressing down on her toes with a portion of the satyr's potential weight, enough to cause pain, but more of a hint of what was to come. "Get off my foot you bloated hulk!" Myshelle snarled, not at all used to treatment like this. Her words seemed to anger the satyr more. For a large, hefty individual she moved rather quickly, ducking behind Myshelle and gripping a handful of auburn hair in her gloved hand, pulling the rude patron along. Myshelle screamed all the way as she was dragged out of the public portion of the club, literally dragged, as she couldn't walk backwards very well in her heels. She was tossed unceremoniously into a room behind the kitchen. No wonder the place smelled like fried food, the staff of the club probably ate chunks of lard for their meals. The model was tossed into a strange looking chair. She stood, ready to fight back, to jab her lacquered nails into satyr's eyes, but the chair made some strange clinking noises, and she found her arms and legs restrained by padded clamps. "What the fuck are you doing, you bitch? You can't do this!" she growled, trying to break free. The satyr grinned, grabbing something off of a shelf and forcing it into the model's mouth. The gag made it impossible for Myshelle to form words, but there was a hole in the middle, which still meant she could make loud sounds. The satyr smiled wickedly, "Honey, Aerthen land, Aerthen rules. One rule you need to learn is to never piss off a sorceress. I can do whatever I want." The model's protests were dimmed as the satyr attached a large, thick plastic tube to the front of the gag. Some clamps hung down from the ceiling, to which she attached to the tube at various points, to hold it up. At the top she inserted a huge metal funnel, sticking the end in the tube. It too was clamped into place. "You think you're better than the girls and I just because you're thin, hmm?" she asked, caressing Myshelle's cheek, "Well, we're going to change that." The satyr went to the back of the room, pressing her hand against the wall, using the force to push a board up into the ceiling. Behind it was a small safe, which she rapidly turned the dial to, inputting the combination. The safe popped open and the heavy shemale reached in and pulled out a jewelry box containing a pendant. It sported a large, white-yellow, opaque stone on a rose gold chain. It was fastened around Myshelle's neck. It felt strangely heavy, and almost obscenely warm. "Now that little beauty is going to take everything that passes your stomach, and will channel it directly into body mass. It'll be slow going, but I think we can bulk you up nicely in a few days." The satyr turned and walked to the door, leaving Myshelle to continue to struggle in the chair. "Oh Stephanie!" the satyr called, sticking her head out the open door. "Yes, Kora?" came the soft, sultry sounding reply from the cook. Myshelle couldn't see anything save for lilac hair, white, tapering horns, and a pair of mint green ears with the fat satyr, Kora, apparently, in the way. "See that she gets some good hearty food in her. Start her on milkshakes and malts." The satyr said with a chuckle. "Yes ma'am!" the cook said, chuckling also. Myshelle didn't understand what could be so funny, but she expected that the joke was about to be on her. -o- Myshelle was left sitting in the chair alone for several minutes, fuming in anger as she tried to free herself, get the gag out of her mouth, or at least knock that stupid plastic tube out of it. But try as she might she couldn't budge. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, binding her up and leaving her alone for a few minutes to scare her. They wouldn't actually do anything to her, not someone as important as Myshelle. A few minutes more passed before the door opened, but rather than Kora or horned cook, instead Myshelle found herself strapped to a chair, alone in the room with the very performer she'd insulted. The shemale looked very cross, her pink eyebrows bent into a scowl. Myshelle couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed how... loud the creature was. First had been the bubblegum pink horsecock, next had been the rolls of fat beneath pale white skin. She hadn't had time for her mind to process the bright pink hair and tail and the equally bright, intense blue fur on the creature's lower body. The dancer had a bucket in her hands, which was spotted with condensation. She smiled and with a cruel laugh spit into the funnel before pouring the bucketful of milkshake within. The girl seemed content to sit and watch, as she pulled up a stool, sitting beside Myshelle. "There's no reason to insult other people just because they're different." She said softly, almost shyly. To Myshelle's disgust the satyr began to stroke her half-hard cock, "Mmm... it never goes all the way down anymore. I'm too horny." The satyr said with a giggle, "I love it! It's so much fun when you're dancing. When I dance good, I feel good, and when I feel good..." She sighed happily as a thick jet of precum spurted from the flared tip of her cock, it splattered on Myshelle's arm and chest. The captive looked at the satyr with wide, frightened eyes; they couldn't possibly be planning to... No, that would be inexcusable. When this band of kidnappers and freaks were caught and brought to justice, and they knew they would be, they wouldn't want to have charges of rape added to kidnapping and torture by... by... Chocolate-marshmallow swirl? The thick ice cream-based treat had begun to slowly leak down the tube, coming closer and closer to Myshelle's mouth. She'd only gotten the first taste of lighter liquid. It seemed more like a malt than a milkshake. Whatever it was, it was rather delicious. The taste took Myshelle's attention off the satyr, who continued to stroke herself, "I just love it here, you know? Getting to dance, getting all the cock I could ever want and... mmm... Mistress Kora makes sure I feel so good when I dance. The customers love my lap dances. I get into the rhythm and I move all sexy, and sometimes.... ooooh." She moaned. "Sometimes I'll get so worked up that I cum all over the client. Oh they love that. Oh yeah, oh, OH!" she cried. Myshelle closed her eyes and turned away, but still her face was splattered by the hose-like torrent of seed from the satyr. She shuddered, it was disgusting! The bitch had just... covered her in inhuman spunk. The captive growled and renewed her futile struggles with the chair. It was then that the ice cream mix finally made it to her mouth. Myshelle found her mind going more away from struggling and more towards how to swallow the stuff without choking. It was taking all of her concentration to do so. Concentration that was broken when the satyr licked her cheek. Myshelle coughed and sputtered, or at least she tried to, rather than choking, the act merely seemed to make her unable to control the muscles in her mouth and throat, resulting in a massive flow of the stuff down into her belly. The rapid flow of chilly ice cream also gave her a terrible cold headache. Myshelle wailed her discontent at her treatment, trying to keep her head away from the satyr, who continued to lick until Myshelle's face and hair were free of spooge. "Mmm... don't you go anywhere, cutie, I'm going to be back in a bit with your next meal." The satyr said with a giggle. -o- Myshelle wasn't exactly sure how she was managing to breathe while gulping down a mouthful of malt every second or two; it was rather difficult, and exceptionally uncomfortable. With the gag making it impossible for Myshelle to get a perfect seal, she couldn't stop the flow of the stuff; she had to keep gulping it down. Chilly, sticky chocolate ice cream leaked from the sides of her mouth, dripping down her neck and staining her expensive silk blouse, another thing that angered Myshelle. But she couldn't focus her anger for long, somehow every time she tried to struggle, the ice cream slid down her throat faster and faster. Her shirt had begun to feel tight around her midsection, she wondered how much she'd swallowed. The big plastic bucket the satyr had brought in looked like your typical 5 gallon bucket. Myshelle's stomach couldn't possibly hold that much! But she'd been gulping the stuff down constantly for minutes. Maybe the thing around her neck really was enchanted after all. Myshelle felt weird, like someone had knocked the wind out of her and she was about halfway to recovering. Her belly felt tight; did she dare look down to see what had happened? It was at that time that there was nothing else coming into Myshelle's mouth, save for a low trickle. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her belly, finding it hideously disfigured, rounded and bloated, sticking out of her body with the presence of 5 gallons of ice cream and milk inside. It took Myshelle a few moments to stop instinctively swallowing, accidentally gulping down several mouthfuls of air that came up in a massive, incredibly embarrassing burp. The captive model was thankful that there was no one around to have heard the sound. Once more she was left alone with nothing to do. The mingled scents of the sticky things on her clothes made her feel weird. The mix of satyr cum and ice cream shake made her mouth water. Soon Myshelle had to start gulping to keep herself from drooling. Stupid pendant; Myshelle began to wiggle her head, trying to get the chain caught around her ear, so that she might be able to shake it off. Though after a few tries she realized that likely the pendant was the only thing keeping her stomach from rupturing from being massively overfilled. Myshelle sat for a long time, unsure how much time had passed, before she felt her belly... bubble. It felt like she was a water bottle with a tiny hole poked in the side, except without the leaking part, more the bubbling up part. Turning bright red she kept burping and burping. She could feel the ice cream filling her belly moving around, being digested maybe? All of a sudden the tiny bubbles became a huge torrent, and Myshelle couldn't help but let forth with one massive, continuous burp as the ice cream seemed to vanish into a bottomless pit. After a few moments it was all over, though Myshelle still sported a rounded tummy, it didn't look like she was smuggling a watermelon. She sighed, hoping that this would be all the worse things would get. As if taking a cue from her, things got worse. Her body felt warm, unpleasantly warm. Myshelle began to sweat, water virtually pouring from her pores. Her pants felt tighter all of a sudden. Looking down at her legs, Myshelle could see them thickening, the slight slack in her jeans vanishing as they became skin tight. Her bra similarly felt a little too constrictive, it didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Myshelle prided herself on keeping her weight down to a svelte 110. What got added onto her was perhaps around ten pounds. As soon as her body stopped swelling with the addition of fat, so too did Myshelle stop sweating; all of sudden she felt cold. She began to shiver and kept doing so until the door open, a blast of thankfully warm air from the kitchen accompanying Kora as she walked in with two buckets. She chuckled as she looked over Myshelle, "Hmm... looks like the calorie method." She said, reaching down and giving the model's arm a bit of a pinch, "A good ten pounds, I think. We'll take things faster a bit later on, but for now I think that's a good rate." Kora set down the buckets and pulled the tube from Myshelle's gag; she giggled and gave it a lick, grossing Myshelle as the satyr lapped at the mixture of ice cream dribbles and Myshelle's saliva. "Now, let's get you cleaned up for your next feeding. We can't have you all sticky and uncomfortable now can we?" Myshelle made unhappy sounds into her gag, struggling a bit at her bonds. Kora laughed and reached into one of the buckets, removing a washcloth dripping with water. With gentle care she cleaned off Myshelle's face and neck. "Hmm, this is no good. That shirt is going to have to come off." She said. Myshelle would've grinned if not for the gag. She would have to be removed from the chair in order for her shirt to be taken off. The satyr began unbuttoning it, and then stroked her chin with a latex gloved hand, "Hmm... actually, I think I have a better idea." Rather than take Myshelle out of the chair and remove her shirt, the satyr reached back behind the captive and unhooked her bra, tossing it into the bucket of water. Rage burned on Myshelle's face, her underthings were one of a kind! That top cost more than some dumb Grimmy would make in a lifetime! Myshelle's rage was ignored, as Kora clicked her tongue, "My my, what a messy eater you are. Sticky all the way down your breasts." Myshelle howled as the satyr gripped her breasts and then lowered her head, running her tongue over the bare skin, her tongue stud tickling Myshelle's nipple. "I can't wait to see what these will look like once you've bulked up." Kora said. The satyr hmmed softly, and then tweaked Myshelle's tits again, "Implants!" she burst out with a laugh, "No wonder you're so bitchy, you've got one hell of a self-image problem!" Myshelle growled through her gag and tried to head butt her captor, who merely chuckled and gripped her head in both hands, her long tongue slipping into Myshelle's mouth. The model tried to spit, to rid herself of the taste of the creature's saliva. "Oh don't flatter yourself, there was a bit of ice cream left, and I have no idea what getting soap suds in your mouth will do with that pendant." Kora said, going back to washing Myshelle. Myshelle wasn't sure what it was, something in the satyr's spit, perhaps? Enchanted lipstick? Or maybe even the strange, mouthwatering scent that wafted out of the other bucket, but a shiver went down her spine after their lips broke. The washing done, Kora tossed the washcloth onto a pile of laundry in the corner and hefted the bucket, not noticing as Myshelle began to squirm. She felt... strange; an odd itch in her loins. The satyr hefted the bucket, and Myshelle winced, presuming that she was about to be doused. "Oh stop it." Kora said with a snort, "I'm not going to get you all wet, yet." She poured the soapy water into the large funnel, holding up the end of the tube, spinning the funnel around on its hooks. After a few moments she placed the tube in the bucket and let the water drain. She repeated the process a few times before dumping it out into the nearby sink. The bucket was quickly filled with new water, which was run through the feeding apparatus several times as well. "There we go!" Kora said happily, hooking the tube back up to Myshelle's gag. With a sinister grin she lifted the other bucket. "This ought to be a bit more fun. The pendant prevents excretion, which makes this much more fun for all parties involved." Rather than pour it in, Kora took the bucket over to a bench nearby. She went to a cabinet and unlocked it by uttering a few words that Myshelle couldn't hear. It was filled with strange bottles, filled with even stranger liquids. The satyr chuckled and selected a trio. She put a drop of a weird part black, part white fluid into the bucket, a carefully measured spoonful of something glowing blue, and then another carefully measured spoonful of some swirly blue-pink-purple stuff. She seemed to think about it for a moment, then laughed and poured in the entire thing. She shook the last few drops out of the bottle, and then stuck her long, dexterous tongue inside, apparently enjoying the last dregs of the bottle herself. Myshelle found herself blushing, thinking odd thoughts at the sight of Kora performing some acrobatics with her tongue. The satyr began to pour the mixture of unknown substance and magical potion into the funnel. It was thick, but more of a fluid than the ice cream had been. The captive found herself a little bit curious as to what it was, its smell was absolutely delicious. It was only a few moments before the stuff slipped into her mouth. It was rather strange, salty, but also pleasantly sweet. There were strange under-tastes that seemed to come and go, one strong, heavy, and reminding her of steak. The second even heavier, also meat-tasting. But the most common, and most delicious was a mixture of flavors, all absolutely wonderful, too many to individually pick out. While she had been trying to keep the ice cream from going down out of principle, Myshelle found herself trying to prolong this feeding for as long as she could, loving the wonderful taste. She didn't even flinch as Kora's hand stroked her cheek; she merely ignored it and continued gleefully drinking, "Well my pet, I've got business to attend to. But I trust you'll sit here and enjoy your meal. Ought to be delicious with the special potions I mixed up just for an occasion such as this." The satyr knelt and looked Myshelle in the eye; the model returned the gaze, finding herself thinking that although incredibly heavy, Kora didn't look all that bad. Somehow the black eye liner and black lipstick meshed with the latex outfit she wore to make her look rather stunning. It seemed to have been tailored perfectly to fit every curve, every turn and fold of her body. If circumstances had been more... pleasant Myshelle would have asked who her tailor was. Since if he could make a nearly five hundred pound satyr look stunning, Myshelle could only imagine what sorts of beautiful clothes that could be designed for her. The satyr and herself were about the same size. Well, height wise, weight wise the satyr was probably four and a half times her size. So likely she could even use similar designs. Myshelle wondered why she was thinking about fashion at a time like this, as well as wondering why she'd been having strange thoughts about Kora, what with the tongue, and now thinking she looked somewhat pretty, and the whole wanting to run her fingers through the gorgeous red hair of the satyr's head and tail. Kora grinned, "They say you are what you eat, and with some things you consume when you wear this pendant, that turns out to literally be the case. Put a little magical focus into a few things smuggled out of a hospital and you have some interesting magical potions." The satyr rested her head on Myshelle's shoulder, placing a hand on the captive's breast, her latex-covered thumb tracing circles over the nipple in a way that made Myshelle quiver and long for something more. "Bovine growth hormone for one. Testosterone for another. And a very liberal dose of a mixture of site-targeted testosterone and estrogen. Magic and science are so very much fun to mix, and with neat results." Myshelle began to slow her rate of consumption even further, not to prolong the enjoyment, but rather to prevent more of the strange hormones from flooding her system. "After all, now there's a genetic way to get proper shemales. All girly on the outside, with a delicious creamy center." She said, her studded tongue tracing over Myshelle's cheek, lapping up the rear that had began to trickle down. "You'll love it, sweetie. Now, I really have to get to work. I'll be back later to check on you. You enjoy your big bucket of horse cum now, you hear?" Myshelle let out a sound of rage and disgust, trying her best not to swallow now. All she accomplished was sending about a tenth of what went down her throat down her front instead. It made her skin tingle and her nipples ache, and still it dripped lower. She blushed deeply, terrified of what would happen when it would soak through her pants and reach her groin.

Title: Max & Shani Tags: black couple, big black cock, w hotel, new york, black pussy, foursome, hotel sex, black dick, white pussy, college friends Our laughter spilled out onto West 47th Street as we untangled ourselves from the cab and headed toward the lobby door. Water cascaded onto and off the glass ceiling above as we trundled through the street lobby and piled onto the elevator, suddenly enveloped by the trademark electronica music that the W Hotel has seeping from every speaker in the hotel. "This is a very sexy hotel," Shani stated with a smile as she wrapped her arms around Max. He reciprocated as he enveloped her in his muscular arms and kissed her on the top of the head. They were such a great looking couple. We emerged onto the main lobby at the 7th floor and were accosted by the throbbing beat of the sound system. "How about a nightcap?" I asked, knowing we really didn't need another, but, what the hell? The night was still relatively young. The luminescent glow of the upscale bar beckoned and we heeded. "Sounds great," Max barked and we weaved our way to find some space at the crowded bar. We had our last round hunkered at the corner of the bar and felt surrounded by the hip Friday night crowd in full swing. The ladies, Shani and my wife, Kristen, turned more than a few heads as they sat perched on the tall stools, long legs exposed, and Max and I smiled at one another and at our good fortune to have two hotties on our hands for the night -- and for the rest of our lives. Two MILFs at the bend of forty never looked so good. Admiring stares from much younger men, and women, confirmed that fact. Max and I had been classmates in engineering school and hadn't seen one another as much as we used to. Max had been the only African-American member of our graduating class that year, and he had parlayed his incredible technical skills, his good looks and his uniqueness as a black man in a predominantly white profession into becoming a principal at one of the leading AE firms in Chicago. We'd kept in touch over the years, but there had been little opportunity to reconnect. The annual convention had brought us to the Big Apple and we knew it would be a great opportunity to rekindle our friendship. While Kristen and I had met Shani a couple times before, this was the first time we had spent any real social time together and it was obvious to both of us that she was a perfect match for Max. Max had met Shani soon after graduating and returning to Chicago. She was fresh out of law school, a stunning beauty, and one of those women you meet and know that they are something special. I hadn't seen Max smitten with too many of his girlfriends over the years, but there was no doubt that he was head over heels in love with Shani. But, then, who wouldn't have been. Her intriguing lineage, her mother was from Kenya, her father from Egypt, gave her an exotic appearance that was quite breathtaking. She had taken off some time from her law practice to raise two kids, but was back working part-time and excited to be meshing back into her profession. Her body was striking: she was tall and lean, but had a very ample bosom and a pronounced "booty" that moved so provocatively when she walked. Her mahogany skin and large brown eyes were beguiling. Max had corralled himself a major league beauty with brains to boot, and I could tell he was a happy man. And Max was no slouch himself. He was an impressive physical specimen, standing at a solid 6'-2" with short hair and a very handsome sculptured face. His broad shoulders narrowed quickly to a very small waist before flaring into one of those sculpted muscular asses with high tight cheeks that only black athletes seem to possess. His thick sculpted thighs rounded off a package that had girls hitting on him from the first day I knew him. Beyond his physical good looks he was smart as a whip, well-spoken, and had a great sense of humor. His handsome debonair charm had always been a hit with the ladies. We were forever joking about his prowess back in college, where he was never without a lithe beauty on his arm. Of course, I had seen him in the locker room a few times and I knew that, aside from good looks and smarts, he was packing some serious equipment. He used to love showing off in the shower room, his long limp cock dangling between his thick muscular thighs. He had certainly had no shortage of beautiful young ladies of all colors attracted to him during our college days. I had often wondered who he would finally end up with as a wife. One thing I did know was that she'd have to be someone very special and extremely sexy and beautiful. Shani certainly fit the bill on all accounts. It had been a fun night on the town, a great restaurant, lots of laughs and good conversation, and Max and Shani had a way of pulling us into their orbit. They were a gregarious, charming, intelligent couple, and their mutual sexual attraction for one another was obvious to anyone spending a little time with them. There was plenty of sexual innuendo that crept into our conversation and there was little doubt that there was a mutual attraction between us and Max and Shani. I felt Kristen squeeze my thigh a few times during the evening and I knew just what she was thinking. So was I. Now, my wife, Kristen, is a major scorcher in her own right. She stands 5'7", has shoulder length auburn mahogany hair, a beautiful face and a body that I will never grow tired of. She doesn't look like the mother of two pre-teenage boys, and her perky breasts defy gravity. Her stiff long nipples have always been an amazement to me, and her sweet round ass is to die for. None of this physical beauty was lost on Max. Me? I'm no slouch, myself, if I may be honest. And while genetics has robbed me of much of my hair, my body was still slim and tight. I'd always held my own with the ladies, and I'd certainly scored big time with Kristen, a fact not lost on Max. I could tell, as the evening wore on, that Kristen was attracted to both of them, and I certainly found Shani to be incredibly sexy and attractive. And there was also no doubt that Max, who had always had a thing for Kristen, was doing his best to weave his spell on her. I could always tell when she was attracted to someone by the way she flirted, and she had said numerous times over the years that she thought Max was a sexy hunk.. Max made no attempt to hide his attraction to Kristen either, and Shani and I looked at one another several times during the night and rolled our eyes at the spectacle we were witness to. Not that I minded; I was enjoying having Shani to myself for a bit and our conversation was exhilarating and intoxicating. So the mutual admiration club finished up our night cap and headed for the elevator. It was still too early to call it a night, so we invited Max and Shani to come up to our suite for the "final" nightcap and a little unwinding after absorbing the buzz of Manhattan. They enthusiastically agreed and we headed up to our corner suite on the 38th floor. I opened a bottle of Barolo, poured four glasses and we toasted to the wonderful evening and whatever lay ahead. Our suite had a very hot contemporary feel to it: floor to ceiling windows, glass work table, flat screen TV, electronic music bubbling under the conversation. But the focal point of our space was the huge mirror that formed the headboard of the bed; running the width of the king size bed and from the mattress to the ceiling. An additional seven foot high mirror leaned against the wall next to the bed. "Aren't those mirrors great?" Shani exclaimed. "We had so much fun with them last night. Might have to get those at home," she laughed. We nodded in agreement, thinking back to our own fuck last night and the incredible views the mirrors had afforded. It was one of the reasons I had selected this hotel for our stay. Max had taken his jacket off and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, his black skin contrasting sharply against the starched cotton, as he casually reclined on the sofa with his arm around Shani. She was snuggled up next to him, her legs crossed, showing a lot of smooth skin, as her red silk dress rode up her long lean thighs. The strappy black heels added a certain allure to her taut calves. Max stroked Shani's shoulder and neck as she lightly rubbed her hand on his mid thigh. There was no denying they were an evocative and beautiful couple. Kristen stood talking to them as I turned down the hotel music and plugged in my IPod to the sound system. As I returned, I stood behind Kristen and wrapped my left arm around her waist as I raised my glass to my lips. The deep red wine settled in nicely and I pressed my semi-turgid cock against her sweet round ass. Max settled his gaze on Kristen and ogled with impunity. "Jack, I have to say you are one lucky man there, brother. And Krissy? All I can say is he doesn't deserve you." He smiled as Shani gave him a little whack. "Well thanks, bro. I could most definitely say the same thing to Shani. How she settled for you will be a mystery for the ages." We smiled all around. I nestled in closer behind Kristen as she brought her hand up to touch my face and turned her head to kiss me. "All kidding aside, friend," Max continued. "We are two lucky fucking dudes to have these beautiful brides. Two lucky fucking dudes, man," he said again as he watched my hand slide a little lower down Kristen's belly, coming to rest not too far above the rise of her mons. "I know, man. Amen," I said as I nuzzled my lips into Kristen's neck just below her ear. The time had come and I knew that the next few seconds would chart the course for the rest of the night, and perhaps for years to come. But I had a good feeling about it; I knew how Kristen felt without her saying a thing, and the look on Max and Shani's faces as we embraced told me everything I needed to know. I decided to take the plunge. "Let me show you two something," I whispered. As I pressed my now rock hard cock into Kristen's soft round ass, I reached up to the top button of her blouse and slowly undid the first one. It popped open and a little lace from her bra peaked from underneath the fabric. We both looked at Max and Shani and could see they were spellbound, staring at Kristen's breasts. I caressed her breasts lightly through her clothes, concentrating on her nipples. They protruded forth stiffly, as they always do, and I could hear Max catch his breath. I unhooked one more button and Kristen let out an audible sigh as the lace at the top of her black bra become more visible. We looked at Max and Shani again. We could now see the evidence of Max's excitement: a huge long bulge running down the left leg of his trousers. Shani had moved her hand further up his thigh and had her hand on his fabric clad erection. They both had a look of lust in their eyes. I undid two more buttons, then another, and Kristen's blouse fell open. I pulled the silk material apart, and gently pulled the blouse off her shoulders. She was now standing in her wraparound skirt and expensive lace bra. Max and Shani eyes were burning holes in her, watching with an insatiable lust. No words were spoken at that point; no words were needed. I ran my hands over Kristen's body. I looked at Max. "You like, Max?" "Fuck," was all he could reply. I heard Shani give an audible groan. I wrapped my hands around her body and hugged her against my raging erection. Her breasts bulged at the top as I squeezed upward. She could feel my heat burning against her round butt and her hands began to roam her own body. Max was breathing a little heavier now and the outline of his long cock was unmistakable. Kristen certainly saw it and I could see her looking at it; longing to take it out of his pants and touch it, feel it, suck it. I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, the swell of her breasts bulged above the cup of her lace bra. Max had now reached over to lower the spaghetti straps of Shani's dress. She had her hand firmly wrapped around Max's cock now and was moving her hand back and forth. The length and girth of his erection had us both locked in. Could it really be that big? Max moaned as he watched Kristen. I slowly slid the cup of her bra down and her nipples suddenly poked over the top. I heard Max gasp and saw Shani put her hand between her legs, her dress pulling higher up on her long smooth brown thighs. I reached both hands around and rubbed Kristen's long nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "Are these delectable, or what?" I asked to no one in particular. I licked my fingers and gently glided my fingers over the fully erect tips. They stood out long and proud; begging to be sucked. I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. I whispered in her ear. "God, you're beautiful, baby." I reached down and unsnapped the clasp holding Kristen's skirt in place. In one motion it unwrapped and fell to the floor; totally exposing her body in a matter of seconds. "Holy shit," I heard Shani exclaim. Max was breathing heavy as Shani squeezed his cock through his pants; her dress now hiked up to the top of her thighs. Kristen now stood in panties and heels, her nipples long and hard; standing stiffly on her lovely upturned breasts. I cupped them and held them out for Max and Shani to admire. "She loves to have these sucked," I stated in a whisper. Shani's large breasts were practically overflowing her low cut dress and looked like they were ready to explode from their confinement. She had both hands on Max's cock now and looked over at us to say something. "Max looks very uncomfortable right now," she said looking straight at us both. "This bad boy just goes in any direction it happens to be pointing. I think I need to make him more comfortable. Don't you?" she asked with a sexy, impish grin. The ultimate rhetorical question. My hands slid down Kristen's stomach and over her silk covered mound. She reached back to stroke my cock, now hard as a freaking rock. I cupped her mons and could already feel the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy. Shani unbuckled Max's belt and slowly unzipped his trousers. Max couldn't take his eyes off Kristen's succulent breasts and he watched with interest as I began to rub her pussy. Kristen moaned softly as we watched Shani slowly and teasingly unveil Max's monster. She reached into Max's pants and slowly, and with some difficulty, pulled Max's cock out. We both gasped as it suddenly stood hard and proud against the shirt tails of his white cotton shirt. It was long and thick; heavily veined and black as the night. It had to be a solid nine inches and his hairless balls were tucked into a tight round sack just below his groin. Shani displayed it proudly and barely grazed her fingers over its length. It twitched under her delicate touch. "Holy shit, Max," I said with admiration in my voice. "You are packing some serious heat there, bro." Shani smiled and looked at Kristen. My right hand tucked in under the elastic of her panties and slid down low. She was completely soaked as my finger gently touched her clit. Shani looked at us both, smiled lasciviously and slowly lowered her mouth to Max's cock. She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the head, twirling her tongue around the bulbous crown. Max groaned and pulled on the top of Shani's dress, allowing her lovely breasts to finally fall free. I lowered Kristen's panties over her hips and slipped them down her long legs. Her tight little pussy glistened for Max and Shani's gaze. Max looked at her with lowered lids. "You are gorgeous, Krissy," Max said. "Fucking gorgeous, girl. Fuck." Kristen smiled as she turned to face me. Her hands went to my belt and began to unbuckle me. Now Max could see her luscious round ass and I heard him moan from the combination of Shani's mouth and the sight of Kristen's scrumptious white butt cheeks. I reached behind and grabbed her ass in my hands. I pulled her cheeks apart so Max and Shani could see the gorgeous rosebud of her asshole and the full lips of her furled labia. I gave her ass a little slap. It jiggled provocatively. "Jesus," I heard Max mutter under his breath. We could now hear the slurp of Shani's sucking as she bobbed her head up and down on Max's cock, only able to take half of his huge package into her mouth. Kristen unzipped my pants and reached in for my cock. I could tell how incredibly turned on she was by her rapid breathing and we kissed deeply, tongues swirling. I whispered into her ear. "I want to watch you fuck him, Krissy. I want to see his black cock slide ALL the way into your cunt, baby. We'll both fuck you, babe. Maybe Shani can help and we'll fill all your holes." Kristen moaned her approval into my mouth as she pushed my pants down. I turned her around so she could see Max and Shani again. Shani was now kneeling on the sofa and driving down on Max's cock while her hand was wrapped around his base, following up and down with her mouth. She pulled off with a wet popping sound and looked over. "Hey, Krissy. You want a taste of my man, baby? Maybe I can taste yours" she cooed as she stroked the length of Max's mammoth cock Kristen was too stunned and excited to reply. Shani looked at her again as she stroked Max's cock. It was fucking huge, thick and black, and the site of Shani's tiny hand wrapped around it gave its sheer girth the scale it deserved. Even I was in awe at the beauty of his hard cock. I knew any woman would melt at the sight of it. "Come on, Krissy. Come taste some of my chocolate, baby," Shani purred. "I know he wants you." "That," Krissy cooed, "would be my pleasure." Shani pulled off Max's loafers and socks as he pulled down his pants. He now only had on his white shirt, and his muscular legs and huge cock were too much for Kristen to resist. She walked over slowly and I watched that sweet ass of hers sway as she approached. Shani moved aside as Kristen knelt down between his legs. I watched in awe as she wrapped her hands around Max's cock and slowly brought it to her lips. Max smiled as he put his hand on her head and guided her down. "Oh yeah. Suck me Krissy. Suck my cock, baby." Shani smiled at the scene and looked over at me. "You look awful lonely, Jack. Like maybe you need some company?" she stated, while leering at my fully engorged dick. I sat down on the other sofa as I took off the rest of my clothes. "And you've still got clothes on, Shani. I think I can help you with that," I said, as I leaned forward to welcome her into my arms. She smiled, stood up and came over to stand in front of me. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. While Kristen continued to suck on Max's cock, I undressed Shani, taking my time. Her breasts were already free and I cupped them and felt their soft buoyancy. Her nipples were large and just barely darker than her chocolate skin. I lifted one up to my mouth and sucked. She responded immediately. "My nipples are very sensitive, Jack." As I sucked softly I pulled her dress down, exposing a bright red thong that cupped the bulging mound of her pubis. I slipped it down and off, and she stepped out in all her glory. Her pussy was shaved, but for a tuft of curly black pubic hair, and her labia was pronounced and fleshy. I reached behind to cup her cheeks and moaned as I touched the fullest softest ass. She got down on her knees and took my rigid pole into her mouth. Her full red lips felt so soft against the rigid stiffness of my flesh. I could now see Kristen again. She had moved up to the sofa, kneeling sideways to Max, but still choking on his thick cock. From this position Max could reach behind and touch her and I saw his big black finger deep inside her pussy. I could also see the insides of her thighs; they were drenched from her juices, overflowing with excitement. Max caught my eye as Kristen and Shani sucked our dicks. "This girl sucks a mean cock, bro. Damn." "I could say the same. Ahhhh." Suddenly Shani took me deep; taking my entire shaft into her mouth and wiggling her mouth back and forth. I groaned with pleasure. She began to suck like there was no tomorrow and spent plenty of time sucking and licking my balls. I lay back and closed my eyes in ecstasy, and when I opened them again, I could see that Max now had Kristen sitting on the sofa, legs spread, as he kneeled between her legs and dove into her pussy with his big fleshy mouth. As his pursed lips and tongue began to work on her, I could see her squirm with delight, lifting her hips up to meet his oral assault, and finally placing her legs up over his shoulder and resting her feet on his back. Shani stopped for a moment and took in the view as well. She looked up at me as she gently stroked my cock. "He's always had a thing for Krissy, you know. I know he was hoping, we were both hoping, that this might happen." She glanced over at him, on his knees, his large hands under Kristen's ass, lifting her sex up to his mouth to feast on her wet gaping cunt. His huge cock hung between his legs; his immense ball sack tucked up tight just below his muscular ass. It really was an amazingly erotic sight, I have to say. And to know that his tongue was deep inside my wife was driving me crazy with desire. I watched her eyes clench in ecstasy as he worked his big lips on her engorged labia. Shani turned to me and stroked my cock. "Maybe we should wander over there and join the party," she purred. I didn't answer; just stood up and pulled her with me. She knelt down behind Max and grabbed his cock and pulled it straight down. She looked up at me as she gently rubbed it. "Isn't this thing amazing?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "It's almost too much cock for one girl to handle," she jested. "I'm always happy to share it with the right woman," she smiled. She looked up at Kristen and then smiled back at me. "Krissy is going to love this dick, as you will soon see," she said with a lascivious smile. "I couldn't agree with you more," I said, as I circled around Max, who was so intent on eating Kristen's pussy, he hadn't heard a word we were saying. I kneeled down next to Kristen on the sofa and kissed her. She kissed me back with a mad passion that told me just how turned on she was. I looked down at Max, his large lips covered her entire sex and his long pink tongue worked her clit like a pro. The slurpy sounds of his cunnilingus showed his appreciation for Kristen's lovely cunt. I could see his fingers working on her madly; one deep in your asshole. "I think she likes you, Max," I said; perhaps the understatement of the century. "Just so you know, and if you can hear me there Max -- she loves to have her neck licked and kissed. Her calves are very, very sensitive; so are her nipples. You have a lot left to explore, my man. Oh, and just so you know, she loves to be tied up and fucked, Max. Oh, and one more thing: she loves to swallow." I heard Kristen moan loudly as I licked her neck, Max ate her pussy, and Shani worked on Max. I saw her lie down on her back and slip her head under Max's cock, taking it into her mouth, directly below him. Max pulled away and looked up at Kristen; total lust in his eyes. Max has been between her legs for awhile and he turned to spend some time with his wife. As Max and Shani began to kiss and grope, Kristen and I began to fuck. I sat on the couch, she mounted me and impaled herself on me, so turned on and wet. Max and Shani also began to fuck, but Kristen couldn't see them since she was facing me. So I flipped her around and she quickly guided my cock back into her dripping cunt. Now we were watching Max fuck Shani, absolutely pummel her with his cock, his muscular ass clenching tightly with each long thrust. We were so turned on watching them, Kristen was bouncing up and down on my shaft and rubbing her clit furiously. I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her in the ass and she pulled up and off, grabbed my erection and guided it to her asshole. I slipped in, inch by inch and now her wet gaping cunt was spread for Max and Shani to see. As he was driving into her he looked over and saw my cock in Kristen's ass and her legs wide open. She spread her pussy for him and rubbed her wet fleshy pinkness. He smiled, slowed down, and Shani opened her eyes to look over. They liked what they saw and decided to crawl over and join us. My legs were spread and Kristen's were spread wider. My cock was totally inserted in her ass, but I didn't move. I felt like a huge human buttplug. Shani crawled between our legs, and began to lick Kristen's pussy. Her big tongue and huge moist lips were like magic on her clit. I licked Kristen's neck and nibbled on her ear, talking dirty and telling her everything that was happening and going to happen to her. Max stood watching, smiling, his big cock dangling between his muscular thighs. Kristen looked at him hungrily, wanting him to fill her to the brim. Finally he climbed up on the couch, straddled us standing and positioned himself so his cock was at her open mouth. She gingerly wrapped her delicate hands around his girth and guided it toward her mouth. "Yeah, Krissy. Open wide, baby, and suck his cock. Max wants your mouth, Krissy. Take him deep, babe," I whispered in her ear as I stroked her neck. I moved my cock slightly, in and out, just so she knew I was still deep inside her; my cock totally ensconced in her ass. Shani was licking with abandon and put one, then two, then three fingers in Kristen's cunt; curling them up to caress her G spot while her expert tongue worked Kristen's clit. Shani massaged my balls below, knowing I needed a little attention as the low man on this totem pole, and she occasionally gave my balls a lick before returning to Kristen's dripping cunt. Kristen took Max's cock in her mouth, one hand wrapped around his girth, the other massaging his giant ball sack. She licked the bulbous head, swirled her tongue around the tip, then opened wide and took him as deep as she could. I continued to talk into her ear, my face inches away from her blowjob, watching her hungrily suck my friend's huge cock. Such a hot sight to see Max throat fuck her, hearing her gag on his prick and moan with pleasure, listening to the wet slurpy sounds Shani was making down below, as I encouraged Kristen and Max with my words. "My cock is deep in her ass, Max. And Shani is eating Kristen's pussy and finger fucking her to beat the band. Krissy loves cum, Max. So she can't talk right now because your cock is so far down her throat. But if she could talk, Max, she'd be telling you to shoot your load deep into her mouth. She loves cum, Max -- craves it -- and she's going to swallow every fucking drop, man." Suddenly, with our four bodies working in unison, we reached a crescendo. I could tell Max was close to coming; Kristen could tell too, as she doubled her efforts, craving his cum. Her holes were filled; my cock was in her ass, Shani's hand in her cunt, Max's huge cock in her mouth. We were all grunting and groaning, bodies slapping together. Then Max let out a cry. "Oh fuck, Krissy! Here it comes baby. Here it.... Ahhhh" And with that Max exploded the biggest load of cum she'd ever had erupt into her mouth. After several spasms he pulled out and continued to spurt gobs of cum on her face. His white semen was dripping out of her mouth and onto her breasts; cum all over her face and chin. And then suddenly Kristen felt her own orgasm welling up. Shani was banging her with her hand as she sucked on her clit, my cock was buried in Kristen's deepest recesses, and the sight of Max's cock pulsating and throbbing sent her over the edge. I could feel the spasms on my cock as her ass squeezed my shaft, and I finally let my own load go deep in her ass. Shani could feel Kristen pulsing over and over again on her hand as her dripping cunt spread juice all over Shani's beautiful face. I whispered in Kristen's ear. "You're the best, Krissy. You're the best." As we recuperated from round one, Max suggested we move to the large king size bed. There was no argument from anyone, and as I kissed Kristen deep, I whispered in your ear. "You okay baby?" She didn't answer; just looked at me with a look of unbridled desire and lust. I had my answer. We all rambled over to the bed and jumped on like kids at a slumber party; all of us turning to look at the mirror at the same time. "Wow. Our foursome has just turned into an eightsome," I joked. Everyone laughed. It was an incredible sight: two couples, one dark-skinned, one light skinned, ready to mix it up in a panoply of pleasure. I could see Kristen and Max were not done with one another yet, so I turned my attention to Shani. Kristen kneeled on the bed and faced the mirror; Max's huge black form dominated her from the rear. I watched in the mirror as his black hands encircled her body, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as his hands slowly slid lower and lower on her body until his huge hand cupped her still moist pussy mound. Kristen was squirming with excitement as his finger entered her and his big lips found her neck and ear. Meanwhile Shani crawled up to lay on the pillow and I knelt between her legs. She played with her pussy for me and opened up her lips with her fingers; exposing the pink wet flesh of her pussy, glistening in the soft light. I leaned over to kiss her on the lips, and traced my way down her body, over her sumptuous breasts, heading south to the Promised Land; Kristen's moans serving as my soundtrack. I could tell that Max was touching all the right buttons and relished the thought that I was going to get to watch him fuck her. He turned Kristen over onto her back and his large black body hovered over her slender white frame. His huge cock hung stiffly under him, grazing her belly, as he leaned down to kiss her. I watched Kristen clutch his cock and pull him toward her wetness. He eased his big dick toward her lips; open, wet and waiting for his penetration. I watched in awe as he slipped into her, his girth stretching her pussy. Shani and I watched together; clutching one another. "Oh, Jack, baby. She is in for the ride of her life." Shani exclaimed. I dove into Shani's pussy with a vengeance. She grabbed my head and pulled me between her legs, grinding her cunt into my face and lashing tongue. She talked to me and encouraged me; my slurping assault mixed with Kristen's moans from just a few feet away. I don't know that I've ever been so turned on, imbibing in my favorite activity in the world with a gorgeous woman while my wife was within reach, finding ecstasy from the fuck of one of my dear old friends. We would be talking about this adventure for years to come. I could tell my tongue was having the desired effect, as Shani bucked her hips and ground her cunt into my mouth. My eyes darted from this grinding chocolate beauty to Kristen, as Max began to slide into her and I saw her eyes roll back in her head. The overall sensual and visual stimulation was almost too much to comprehend. In no time Max built up speed, his muscular black frame suspended above Kristen's slender body, as his hips slammed into her with a growing need and speed. Her hands grasped his tight ass as she tried to force him to fuck her deeper. Shani saw me watching and leaned up to kiss me. "Let's go help him fuck Krissy, Jack," she said with a smile. I jumped up and around to the other side of Max and leaned in so Kristen could take my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me for an instant, closed her eyes again and latched on to my stiff dick. Shani moved behind Max and used her hands on both of them. I saw her stick one finger into Kristen's ass, underneath Max's pumping dick, and the other she stuck hard into Max's ass, the better to spur him on. Max grunted his approval and began to fuck Kristen with all the speed and strength he could muster. Shani started talking dirty. "Yea, Max. Fuck Krissy! Fuck her hard baby. Oh, she's loving your big black dick fucking her white pussy. Pump her baby! Slam that big old boy deep into her cunt!" Max reared back and began to fuck Kristen with a ferocity that was almost hard to imagine. While she wanted to suck my dick, the pleasure she was receiving from his pounding was too much to ignore. I leaned down to whisper in her ear; tell her how much I loved watching Max fuck her; how beautiful she was. I could tell she was about to cum. I was talking, Shani was talking, Max was fucking to beat the band, and then, suddenly, I saw that look she gets and watched as her mouth opened in a silent scream and waves of spasms rippled through her gorgeous body. Her head was thrown back as she convulsed and shook with an internal rhythm and pulse. As her long orgasm subsided, Max withdrew his cock, glistening with her juices, stroked it twice and uncorked the second biggest load of cum I think I have ever seen. Spurt after spurt of thick white cream exploded out of his giant prick and landed in ropes of cum all over Kristen's face and body. He kept pumping, his brow furrowed in an expression of ecstasy, as he blew his wad all over her sweet body. It was an incredible sight. We all took a breath and laughed. "Holy shit, bro. You're gonna be a hard act to follow." Max smiled and crawled up to Kristen's head on the pillow and fed her his still hard dick. She lovingly took the tip into her mouth so she could taste herself on his cock. Shani crawled between her legs to lick her pussy and lick up Max's cum, now dripping out of Kristen's pussy. I slid behind Shani and slipped my dick into her pussy from behind. As I began to fuck her, Kristen could feel my thrusting through Shani's mouth. As I looked in the mirror, I smiled at the site of our train. We spent the next hour smoothly moving effortlessly from one position to another. We watched Max and Shani fuck at one point, and they watched us. Max and I each enjoyed the undivided attention of both of the women, and numerous times the four of us moved into some creative position where everyone was involved. It was pure and unadulterated magic. By 4 a.m. we were all spent, physically and mentally. Max and Shani finally crawled out of our bed, dressed and said their goodbyes, heading back to their room on another floor. Max and Shani made us promise we would come visit them in Chicago soon and we made plans for a long weekend in the near future. We finally crashed, completely satiated and fulfilled, knowing that we wouldn't be hitting the convention floor until well after noon that day. We drifted off into a deep sleep, Kristen's sweet head on my chest, as I stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Title: How You Seduced Me Ch. 04 Tags: ass fucking, doggystyle, missionary position, submissive, blowjob, anal, rough sex, wife, cuddling, cum I groggily wake in the dark to find someone spooning against me. At first I think it's my wife, but the skin feels so much hairier than any woman I've ever fucked, and underneath I feel lean hard muscles rather than her soft curves padded with feminine plumpness, and then you cuddle closer and your cock, semi-hard from the jolt of testosterone all men get in the early morning, nestles against my butt cheeks. Oh shit, I think, my mind and heart racing from a surge of adrenaline. How late is it? How the fuck am I going to explain to my wife not coming home from the alleged boy's night out that was my cover story? "Gotta go." I try to roll out of bed. You hold me tighter. "Not yet. Got some ... business ... to take care of." Your cock is getting stiffer, and it starts pressing between my cheeks, sliding easily from the residual lube from when you fucked me earlier. "My wife is gonna kill me." "Fuck her," you say, but from the pressure you're starting to exert as your stiffened cockhead contacts my sore asshole and tries to push inside, it's clear it's not her you want to fuck. "Dammit, stop." I clench my burning ring tight to ward off your cock. I try to squirm free. But your strong muscles are turning me, pushing me flat on my belly on your soft bed. Your legs are between mine and forcing them apart, and now you're grabbing a fistful of my long hair to further take control, pushing my head against the pillow while the weight of your body presses your skin hotly against my back. Your cockhead strains against my clenched ring, and you start bucking for entry. Are you raping me, I groggily wonder. Or are you taking my no as some kind of roleplay, feigning reluctance? I guess I need to be more insistent to get you to stop. Your cockhead pulls off me, to my relief, but then I feel the coolness of lube squirting on my hot and aching hole, and you resume trying to fuck me. "Please ..." I say, intending to add a "stop", but that gets cut off as my asshole explodes in pain as the extra slickness of the lube allows your cockhead to shove past the shreds of my resistence, and your shaft slides in a inch or so. "Yes," you say, grunting as you start thrusting in and out, deeper with each stroke, your shaft making that fucking sound with each downstroke as it pistons into my slippery ass walls, like this: fck frck dlk fck. "That's so hot. Say please again." I want to say no. I want to say please. I want to say yes. But all I can get out is a squeaky "Unh ... ohh ... urh" as you knock the air out of my lungs with each thrust and you jackhammer into me balls deep, your firm lower belly slapping against my ass cheeks. I finally manage to grunt out between thrusts, "Please. Don't. Fuck. Me. Like. This." You stop fucking, though your cock is still deep inside. "OK." You grab my left leg, jam it toward my chest, roll me over onto my back, and grab both of my ankles and place my heels on your shoulders, all in one fluid deft maneuver, your cockhead still inside me. I'm still completely in your control, but now in missionary position. Phrasing, I think as you resume fucking me. I really need to work on phrasing. Your handsome eyes stare into mine, and I'm kinda pissed off at the arguably-not-quite-rape-due-to-communication-fail, and I'm worried about the fallout when I go home to my wife, and I'm hurting from you slamming into my already well used ass, but admit it, I'm also turned on despite myself by the roughness, enjoying being dominated and letting you take control. Fuck it. Quickest way out of here is to make you cum. So I slide my heels from your shoulders down to the small of your back and wrap my legs around you, my heels pressing down with each of your thrusts, forcing you all the way inside, urging you to give me your cum. I drape my arms around your neck, and give you a loving look, a wanting it look, like I'm your wife and I'm willingly giving my body to you to satisfy my husband's lusts, not daring to say it out loud but it feels so good to embrace the moment. You lean down and give me an electric kiss, lingering, while your body slams even harder into me, and my lips are muffling the sounds of you cumming - cumming hard - spurting inside me. When you're spent, you lay on top of me, gasping for breath, taking most of the weight with your arms, my arms and legs still wrapped around you. The weight of your body on mine is comforting. I think of telling you about the wife fantasy, but shy away. I think of telling you about the near rape thing. I settle on this: I whisper in your ear: "We gotta work on communication. Get a fucking safe word or something." You murmur sleepily, "Hmm?" "I get how no can mean yes, but ..." Your eyes open, a worried crease sliding onto your forehead. "Oh. Shit." I think of how to say it. "Did I ..." I lean in and give you a gentle kiss. "No. No. That was kinda on me. I just ... I gotta get home to my ..." "Lemme make it up to you first." You start kissing your way south, and I think of saying no, no time, but there's been too many "no"s already, and then your lips wrap around my cockhead for the first time, your first time reciprocating, and oh, it's so much better than the blowjobs my wife gives, and I murmur "Yes, oh god yes" just so there's no ambiguity, and you start taking some of my shaft as I harden in your mouth and I grab your hair and fuck your face, my hips rising up to finally take my pleasure too .. After, still no hint of dawn in the black night sky, I drive home along nearly deserted streets to meet my wife's worry or fury or passive aggressiveness, or, knowing her, all of the above and more. The powerful engine in my car murmers an almost inaudible growl as I cruise through the darkness, your cum in my ass and a bit of my own cum on my lips from when you gently kissed me goodbye, and I can face whatever is next because I'll always get to remember these moments, get to remember the lust and surrender as I let you fuck me hard ...

Title: 20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 12 Tags: strip, strip club, lingerie, dance, thong, lap dance, lace, cousin, masturbation, boner So, you've heard how the bachelorette party was going for Jenna and Denise. Now we return to my bachelor party on that same night, just as we're pulling into the parking lot a Diamond's Gentleman's Club near the LAX airport. As noted before, I've never been big on sleazy nudie bars, but dammit if those USC cheerleaders hadn't gotten me riled up, to the point where it wouldn't take much to strike a tent pole in my Docker's. Diamond's is a fairly high end place (pun intended!), but it still managed to put forth that familiar musty scent, somewhere between cigarette smoke and sweat. You'd think there'd be some identifiable sexual odors mixed in there with the amount of naked girls walking around, dancing and grinding, but I guess most strippers don't get too aroused while on duty. All six of us paid the $20 cover and shuffled down a dark hallway lit only by some unseen red lights (what other color would one expect?). I will say that the anticipation of walking into a strip club for the first time may only be rivaled by that first glimpse of the baseball diamond and the green grass on opening day. Even if it gets boring after a while, the pre-game is always enticing. We emerged into a huge room deep in the throes of Saturday night. The clientele consisted of packs of inappropriate businessmen, some unhinged sailors, borderline underage dudes and bachelor parties like mine. The clubs I'd been in before had been dark, dreary joints populated mostly by bikers, druggies and lonely single guys like me who took the train in from the suburbs for their big night (or day) of secret rebellion. This place was more like a casino during prime time. Techno music blared from speakers mounted in every corner. There were two stages, both with at least one obligatory brass pole stretching from floor to ceiling. The smaller of the two stages was ringed on all sides by a bar, with tables scattered behind it, and was occupied at the moment by a petite blond with a large set of unmoving breasts that were so fake it almost didn't seem right to call her "topless". There were black lights throughout the club, and her white thong glowed in the dark against her unreal tan. As we watched, she slowly slipped the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it. "Fully nude, man!" Rob shouted in my ear as we took a table near the stage. "One of only 3 in the city where they take it all off. But this is by far the best one. Hottest chicks in L.A." As the dancer bent over and showed her finely sculpted ass to a table of military boys, there was a cheer from the surrounding tables, and the dollar bills came out in bunches. Meanwhile, my eyes were drawn to the larger Stage 2, which was against one wall about 20 feet to my right, upon which 3 girls were doing their thing simultaneously. Two of them were about half covered with tattoos, which unfortunately means automatic dismissal in my book. The third, however, held my gaze. She had straight brown hair down just past her shoulders, what appeared to be bright green eyes, and a fabulously rockin' body. Not so thin like so many strippers were, but more of the hourglass shape: well formed tanned tits currently encased in a green lace bra, a very short white skirt, underneath which appeared to be a matching green g-string. White high heels completed the outfit, though that's one of my pet peeves with strippers and centerfolds alike: okay, yes, they push your ass up. But don't they realize how sexy women in bare feet can be? And we certainly don't need to see the high heels in the shower photo shoot. Lose 'em, ladies! I watched her swing around the pole a few times until the bra came off. I was pretty much oblivious to everything else. She was wayyy cute, without the jaded, dead-eyed stripper look you see sometimes, as if they're thinking about what to cook for dinner that night instead of the fact that they're running a hand across their thigh. This girl seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and the sexy smile didn't seem forced at all. "Hey Thom, snap out of it!" Scott was yelling in my ear. "What are you drinkin'? Anything and everything pal. It's on us." I ordered a Jack and Coke and tore my eyes away for a few moments. The girls that weren't on stage dancing were roving around the room, talking and getting friendly with the customers, but I knew that their ultimate goal was to find a few takers for a lap dance. They were trolling for twenties, in other words. In my experience, some could get downright nasty if you balked at a dance and refused. When I was young and broke, I stepped into a few clubs with literally 5 bucks on me, and if there's one thing strippers don't appreciate, it's a tightwad. I'd swat 'em away for a few minutes, until word got around that I wasn't buying. At that point, they'd all leave me alone for the duration. I also learned the hard way not to pay up front for anything. I went to one club where there was a sort of performance ring surrounded by booths that were open to the ring side. Silent men stood inside each booth while two girls made out with each other in the center of the arena. If you held out a large enough bill, they would come over and fondle each other right in front of you. Being totally naive, I held out a 10 and handed it to one of the girls right when they got to me, at which point they simply moved on to the next guy. I just stood there like a chump, dumb and horny. Every few minutes, one of the table girls would take a guy by the arm and lead him through a doorway covered with tinsel strands to what I assumed was the "private dance" room; the "champagne room", if you will. I'd never had the money or the inclination to experience this, though one regret is that I didn't try out the "shower room" at a club in Seattle one time. My guess is that you sat there trying not to pull out your rod and stroke it while a girl took a private shower in front of you. That, I could get into. I always wondered what the protocol was. Could you rub yourself? Could you take it out? There was that Chris Rock joke, "no matter what a stripper tells you, there is no sex in the Champagne Room." A lot of grinding and dry humping, I guessed. I wondered if the girls were only naked from the waist up in there, though I suppose if you pay enough, anything is possible. Rob was talking to a small-titted brunette wearing a nifty purple thong who had sat down at our table. He had apparently let the cat out of the bag about who the "special boy" was tonight. Her name was Missy, or Chrissy or something. It was too damn loud in there to tell which. The guys had pitched in and hired her to do a table dance for me, which I honestly would have passed on if given the chance. She was cute in a white trash sort of way, if a bit stringy, and a half naked girl is a half naked girl. However, my main issue with strip clubs is that I'm just not comfortable being sexual with a bunch of people around watching, let alone a table full of my buddies. It felt odd to sport an erection in front of them, and I knew I couldn't relax enough to really enjoy the experience. No matter, in buying me the dance they were getting a show as well, so my chair was pushed back and Missy or Chrissy got to work. She was already topless, but had just about as much up top as my fiancee Jenna did, which is to say not much. Still, where Jenna's tits were perky and sensual, Missy's were just sort of there, and not very shapely at that. She began by straddling me and lowering herself down onto my lap, shaking her dark wavy hair in my face. All I could smell was stale Camel Lights and some sort of fruity perfume that was losing the battle for scent supremacy. After a few moments she leaned back and ground those purple panties into my crotch. No reaction down below. The other guys were having a great time, hollering it up. I found myself stealing a few glances at my brown-haired favorite on the far stage. Both her and her discarded green lace panties were lying on the stage, and the view was fantastic. Even at 20 feet away, she was turning me on more than the girl with her ass in my lap. Her dance was over then, too soon in my opinion, and she left the stage, naked other than her high heels. After several minutes, Missy turned around and placed both hands on the table, swinging that ass from side to side, just inches from my face. This was more like it, but honestly, the look on her face was as if she was reading the Wall Street Journal -- just another day at the office. She did have a nice rear end, but boner-wise, I might as well have been sitting in pail of ice water. I decided it was perhaps the un-sexiest environment in which to have this experience. When Missy/Crissy was done, we threw some more money her way and I thanked her for the ride. I put on an admirable bit of acting for the guys, telling them how awesome it had been, etc. but Scott could tell that I was mostly underwhelmed. He leaned into the table and said, "Fellas, I think I know what Tommy Boy needs tonight. I'll be right back." With that he disappeared into the crowd. I finished my drink and had just ordered another when he came back, flanked by two stunning beauties, one of which just happened to by my brown-haired girl from Stage 2! "I saw you had your eye on Miss Carli, here," Scott beamed. "But, since you're about to be chained to one single chick 'til your dying day, I figured you should avail yourself of the opportunity to go for a little "menage a twat", if you know what I mean. Before it's too late!" I had to pick my jaw up off the ground, and the whole table laughed uproariously. The second hottie appeared to be of half-Asian descent, and at just over five feet tall, was packed into a black lace teddy in a more than flattering way. Black silk stockings and a garter belt didn't hurt the look at all, nor did her resemblance to the porn star Asia Carrera, who I was familiar with from many a fine film from my teens. As for Carli, she had gotten dressed again, with the white skirt and a tight white tank top obscuring the green lace underwear underneath. Everything white was glowing in the dark. I was about to protest that whatever this was costing Mike wasn't worth it for another table dance, when the Asian girl took my arm and said, with no trace of any accent other than Valley Girl, "You have some very generous friends. Let's go, lover boy!" I realized that were headed to the private dance room, and my pulse quickened. Now, this...this I might be able to enjoy! As I walked, hearing the fading hoots and whistles from my friends and just about every other table we passed, I couldn't help staring at the way Carli's ass moved under that skirt as she led the way. It was not unlike a USC cheerleader skirt, in fact, and I fantasized that I was about to get my own private grind on with two cheerleaders. By the time we reached the tinsel covered door, it was getting difficult to walk, for all the right reasons. The private dance room turned out to be only semi-private. It was essentially a circular chamber, low-ceiling-ed and dark, with a couch-like bench running all the way around. There were cushioned partitions spaced every 10 feet or so, and through the strobes and flashes of red and silver light I could make out writhing female forms hovering over other men seated on the benches. The girls led me to an open cubicle and sat me down on the soft red plush. For a quick second I wondered just how clean this couch was, but consoled myself with thinking that the guys who sit here never take their pants off. My two rented ladies went right to work on me. The Asian, who I learned was called Mya, began dancing seductively in front of me while Carli sat down on the couch at my side and began nibbling on my ear lobe. She was saying something at the same time, but the music, which was slower here and only slightly less annoying than in the main room, was so loud that her message was mostly lost on me. I certainly wasn't complaining, though, especially when Mya turned around and sat down in my lap, which was beginning to be a fairly solid platform on which to sit. The black lace of her teddy was mostly sheer, and her tiny waist and shapely ass was close enough to touch. Just as I was wondering what I was allowed to put my hands on, I suddenly understood what Carli had been trying to tell me. She repeated, "Above the waist in the back, and thighs down, front and back. Topless only." Got it. In other words, no ass, no pussy, no tits. Seemed a little restrictive, but since I hadn't really touched anyone other than Jenna in a few years, I thought I could work with it and be happy as a clam. Mya was wriggling pretty fast, so I put my right hand on the small of her back and felt that smooth lace all the way up to her shoulder. She was very warm. After a few seconds, she got up and switched places with Carli, and I caught a brief glimpse of a giant wet spot on my beige pants just before it was obscured by Carli's green panties. Could she feel it? Was it from me or Mya, or both? My guess was that the lion's share was mine. Either way, I had to remember to wear darker pants next time. I was fully rigid by now, but my cock was trapped at an odd angle, and I ached to straighten it out. I wondered if grabbing your crotch was against the rules in this place. I certainly didn't want this to end too soon. Mya was now running her fingers through my hair. Carli had lost the tank top and the bra and was cradling my face between those fantastic tits. She actually smelled quite nice, like lilac or lavender or something. I tentatively let my right hand roam up and down her thigh as she straddled me. I have to pause here to attempt to describe this girl's skin. Perhaps I was just hyper-sensitive to this because of the forbidden situation, but I swear at first I thought she must have been wearing super thin nylon stockings or something. She was just so SOFT. Warm, tan, silky, smooth... I'd never felt anything like it. Not that my fiancee Jenna's porcelain thighs weren't heavenly in their own right, but I thought, 'my god, are all hot young strippers this soft?" Couldn't be, but if so, I'd been missing a lot. When Carli turned around, slowly shaking that tight ass in front of my face, I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers up the back of her thighs until Mya gently redirected me just as I reached the beginning of the sculpted curve of her ass. So soft... Mya shook her finger at me playfully and mouthed, "No, no, no! Off limits!" I did find it odd that these girls could grind their crotch on me and shake their tits in my grill, but I still wasn't allowed to simply run my hand over their ass. It was a strange place to find a selectively puritanical value system. However, I decided to take full advantage of this fantasy. I directed the girls to stand up and dance in front of me. They started to move slowly to the incessant beat of the music, and I thought 'now this is fun'. I imagined I could do more than just touch and dream, and that these two were mine for the night. I had one hand on a creamy thigh and the other on a smooth black stocking. Heaven. My cock, though, was in absolute agony. They had to have seen it doubled up under my fly. I'd have given anything to have one of them straighten it out for me. Matters down below were not helped much when the two girls turned to face each other and started making out, hands roving over each other's bodies, playfully tugging at various pieces of tight lace. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a burly bouncer-looking dude appeared. He tapped Mya on the shoulder, and just like that she was gone. 'Hey,' I thought. 'Do we get money back for this?' I was now "stuck" with only Carli, who was slowly sliding the white cheer skirt down over her thighs and down her legs to the floor, giving me a dreamy view of the tiny green lace thong and the amazing things it was doing to frame her smooth belly and the barely hinted at triangle of her pussy. I really wanted to see that thong come off next... In about a minute, though, Mya was back, holding what appeared to be a piece of black silk, or maybe a silk handkerchief. She pulled Carli aside and said something in her ear, after which they both looked my way and smiled wickedly. They moved back to the couch and began to blindfold me with the silk. 'What the hell?" I thought. Mike must've paid them to do something extra. But why the blindfold? I wanted to see this shit! That was about all I was allowed to do, after all. Once the black fabric was tightly secured over my eyes, however, I began to experience everything around me much more vividly. The pulsing music, the alcohol in my system, the scent of the perfume, and the feel of soft, warm bodies brushing up against my leg, my arm, my face, my burning crotch... They were all around me. All over me. All at once. I wondered if now I might get away with an illegal touch, since after all, I couldn't see where I was touching, right? The one dancing in front of me now must have been Carli, as while I was caressing her legs I noted the absence of stocking. As she moved with her back to me, I took my hand off of her thigh and rested it right where I thought her ass must be, and bulls eye! I landed right near the crease between her cheeks, right on the thin strip of her g-string. I quickly explored the rest of that fabulous behind, expecting any second to have my hand slapped away and be scolded. But it didn't happen. 'Holy shit. I guess the rules have been relaxed.' I went for broke and slid my hand down, feeling between her legs and along the tight panty pouch concealing her pussy, and I'll be damned if those panties weren't soaked straight through! I could smell it now, that unmistakable musk of aroused snatch. Maybe I just hadn't noticed it before now. Or maybe she was getting turned on by this illicit behavior. Slowly, I felt her turn around to lower her body down on top of me, and suddenly a hand grabbed my cock through my pants, hard. Expertly, my shaft was pulled up and straightened out until it pointed upward toward my stomach. It was a quick, experienced move, as if she'd done it a hundred times before. Why she made me wait so long was a mystery, but oh, the relief! Add to that the orgasmic ecstasy as her crotch landed squarely on my rod, my stiff shaft nestling into the gap of her lips through the panties as she slid back and forth. Now, for some reason, nothing that had happened so far had felt like cheating to me, but I began to wonder if a line wasn't being crossed here. It was also obvious to me that either way, there was no turning back now. Whatever happened, I was no longer in charge. I felt the cushion settle as Mya sat down next to me again, then a hand on my cheek, roaming down the back of my neck, to my shoulders, my chest. Another hand spread as the fingers ran through my hair. 'Hmmmm...what other rules are no longer in effect,' I wondered. I knew exactly what I had to try next, so I placed both hands on Carli's small waist and gingerly moved up her torso to those...tits. Yes, they were there. Yes, she was still topless. Only, there was no way these were Carli's tits. They were much smaller, perkier, though still nice, with firm erect nipples. Sort of like... Jenna's tits. I must have audibly gasped, because I heard some very familiar giggling, after which the blindfold was slowly removed. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that it was indeed my sexy fiancee that was grinding away in my lap, wearing red lace panties and nothing else. She was, however, made up like senior prom: hair up and curled, makeup impeccable, a thin gold chain around her neck that I knew she must have borrowed. There was even some body glitter in evidence. It was my one and only, alright, and I'd never seen her look so hot; made up like a slutty stripper and enjoying the role to the hilt. Beyond her, only a few feet away, two other girls were applauding and smiling ear to ear: Carli and Mya. They were having a great time with this game. But, then, who was sitting to my left...? My cock jumped involuntarily as I glanced over and realized that, nestled next to me on the couch and stroking my bare chest through my shirt was none other than my gorgeous cousin Denise. I lowered my gaze and took her in as she sat there with her long legs crossed: she was equally decked out, with her cascading dark hair teased out and her lips painted bright red. What was she wearing? Well, it was a lingerie fan's wet dream: tight black lace bustier with a tiny rose just under her ample bosom, black garter belt, black panties and black thigh high stockings. She smiled a cute but deliciously naughty smile and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Happy bachelor party, Cousin!" she cooed. "Hope you have some dollar bills left!" *To Be Continued...*

Title: Meeting Josh Turner Tags: singer Staci stood at the edge of the stage listening to the voice of the man she had been dreaming of for weeks singing all the songs she had only heard on the radio and on her CDs. She closed her eyes and took in the deep, mellow bass as it slid around her like a warm blanket. She let the screaming crowd around her vanish as she listened to nothing but the sound of Josh Turner's voice. When she opened her eyes again, he was standing right in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch. And that was just what she did, she reached out to him, hoping that he would notice her, acknowledge her, maybe even want her. She touched his leg and he looked right down at her, giving her a hint of a smile and a wink. She groaned inwardly, her panties getting damp beneath her short skirt. She sighed, knowing the show was nearly over and she would soon have to go back to her normal life. She just wanted her fantasy to last a little longer. Little did she know that it would. She stood there, mesmerized by the man on stage, her pussy contracting each time he dipped down and hit that low bass that made her squirm. Once his final song was done, he started walking around the crowd at the edge of the stage, greeting, hugging, signing autographs for his fans. She just stood there, watching him as he made his way around the crowd, noting that he had not greeted her yet. He had walked right past her several times as if she was invisible and she was starting to feel like she was just that. She sighed, finally giving up on getting to meet the man she had dreamt about for all these months and headed for the exit. She didn't get to take more than two steps away before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head slowly to look at the hand. It belonged to a male, dark and tanned with a faint outline where a wedding band once was. She slowly turned her head, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her eyes to look at the man who had placed his hand on her. She saw him then, the man that she had been wanting for months, standing there behind her, touching her. She couldn't speak, she just stood there, slack jawed as she stared at the handsome face of Josh Turner. She closed her mouth and tried to look away, but couldn't, she just stared. "Leaving before I could say hello to the most beautiful woman in the crowd?" The voice in her ear gave her chill down her spine, the deep bass was soft and seductive, it curled around her body. She tried to speak, but only managed a soft squeak and a shake of the head. She was paralyzed, frozen. She gulped down air and opened her mouth again, but was still unable to form words. He laughed, shaking his head a bit, having had more than one woman react that way to him before. "It's okay, I'm not that scary, you can say hello to me." His voice made her quiver and she suddenly lowered her head and closed her eyes. She drew in a breath, trying hard to compose herself, "Hello, Josh." That was all she could manage before her voice cracked and gave out on her. She didn't try to look at him again, she knew that if she did, she would start quivering. Not in fear, but in wanting. Her panties were soaked now and she was scared that he could smell her desire. He was so close to her now. He laughed, a low, deep rumbling sound that reverberated along her spine, "You seem nervous, are you scared of me?" Staci shook her head vigorously, "anything but scared.." Her voice came out as a low growling whisper. She bit the inside of her lip, trying hard not to loose herself. She was so wet and so needy. She wanted to turn around and show him that she was anything but scared. She wouldn't, though. She couldn't. Josh laughed again, realizing what the problem was now. "Come back to my dressing room and I'll help you calm down." Staci gasped softly, hoping that she had heard him right and turned around slowly, looking into his eyes, whispering softly, "lets go." Josh called to his manager that he was going to his dressing room and he'd catch them on the bus later. The manager nodded, eyeing Staci with a grin. Staci caught the look and wondered if that the rumor had been true after all, that Josh had lovers in every city now that he was divorced. She didn't question it as she let him lead her into the back. She was led past the fans that still remained. The die hard, follow him to every city, fans. Each of them gave her a dirty, jealous look and Staci just smirked to herself. He had his choice of all these women, but he chose her. She trembled slightly as he pushed the door shut behind them. He pushed her up against the closed door and lowered his mouth to hers, taking it in a swift, rough, deep kiss. Staci groaned, her arms looping around his neck as she let him kiss her. She let herself melt into him. Her dream was finally coming true, she was kissing Josh Turner. She groaned against his mouth, catching his eyes, watching the raw passion come alive. She pushed off the door slightly, just to see if he would let her have any control. She was shocked when he pushed back, pinning her tight to the wall, his hips pressing against her soft belly. His cock hard beneath the jeans he was wearing. She groaned, letting her hands slip from around his neck. She brought her hands down to the snap on his jeans, opening them easily. He took a step back, giving her a bit more room to work while she slid the zipper down. She pulled his shirt free first and slid her hands beneath it. She slowly explored the warmth of his chest, strong and muscular beneath the tips of her fingers. He groaned this time, reaching to pull her hands free, yanking his shirt off, then immediately shoving his jeans down. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Staci groaned, the sight of him naked before her driving her insane. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a skirt and panties. She hadn't worn a bra, she wanted to be free against the cotton, she wanted to make sure that he could see her nipples were hard for him while he was on stage. He leaned down and captured one of those hard nipples between his teeth and bit down gently. Staci moaned and arched her back, burying her fingers in his hair wanting to be able to hold him there. He had other ideas, though. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up off the floor easily, making her look down at him once she was raised so that the apex of her thighs were at the level of his mouth. Staci gasped, watching him from above as he held her up, using the door to brace her while he buried his face between her legs. She moaned, reaching down to pull on her skirt, pull it up so that he could get closer. He pressed his nose into her crotch, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She whimpered, dangling somewhat precariously, wanting to be able to shift, or at least arch, but she had no leverage. She felt his tongue along the edge of her panties, pushing them aside so he could lick at the sticky sweetness of her wet cunt. She groaned, finally figuring out how to catch her legs around his torso, giving her just enough leverage to thrust her hips some. He groaned, pushing his tongue in between the wet folds, clamping down on the swollen lips with his own, giving her the most intimate kiss she had ever received in her lip. She trembled, using her heels to rock herself some, giving him a better angle. He groaned, pulling back from her pussy and letting her slid down to the floor again, pressing her against the door so she could feel his cock slide along her body and settle between her thighs. He rubbed against her panties a bit, making her moan even louder, her need growing more urgent with every second. He finally stepped back far enough that she could get her skirt button open so it could fall to the floor. She pushed her panties down quickly to join them, wanting to be naked with him. He looked her up and down slowly, licking his lips, "you look even better naked." Staci blushed and bit her lip, "so do you, Josh." He grinned, "So what is your name, anyway? I don't think we got around to that part of the conversation." Staci blushed and grinned, "Staci." "Such a pretty name, fits such a beautiful woman." He leaned in and captured her mouth again, kissing her hard, tongue pushing it's way into her mouth this time. Staci groaned, mouth opening easily for his invasion, allowing him to capture her mouth completely. He took full advantage of her willingness and lifted her again, carrying her to the couch against the far wall, laying her down there and following her down. Staci moaned, feeling the weight of his body on top of hers. She felt the throb of his cock between her thighs and arched into him, encouraging him to take her. She wasn't disappointed, either. He slid into her slowly, stroking in and out once. He lifted himself off of her and she frowned, wondering what he was up to. He walked to were his bags were and reached in for something. Staci couldn't see what it was, but when he returned to her, she could see that he had taken the time to protect himself. She smiled, reaching for him, pulling him back down on top of her and he slid smoothly into her body. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching up to meet his gentle strokes. He kissed her, drinking from her lips as if she was the only one who could quench his thirst. He pushed himself deeper into her body, the rhythm considerably slower than the initial passion that had been there when they first entered the room. He pulled out and thrust back in quickly, fucking her deeper than anyone ever had before. Staci groaned, arching up to meet each thrust, lavishing in the gentleness. She hadn't expected that, she had expected hard and fast, she wanted hard and fast. She also wanted long and slow. She just wanted him and now she was getting him. - He sped up the strokes, quickening the pace as he fucked her. She sped up with him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met each long stroke into her. He finally pulled back once, nearly sliding out of her pussy, just hovering above her for a moment before slamming his cock deep into her waiting pussy. She groaned, the sudden roughness catching her off guard as her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him and pulling him deeper. He buried himself as deep as he could and came hard, his cock throbbing against the tightness of her muscles. She groaned, tightening her legs around him, keeping him tight against her body as she rocked. Her pussy milked his cock a few more times as she moved against him, finally slipping over the edge and cumming herself. He groaned, her pussy was squeezing down even harder on his cock, harder than he had ever remembered feeling before. He pulled out slowly, carefully, making sure that he was able to get the condom out without breaking. He didn't want to end up impregnating someone when he wasn't sure that he'd stick around long enough. He took care of disposing it and quickly returned to the couch, kissing Staci gently. He looked down at her and smiled, "Come on tour with me?" Staci gasped, not expecting that to be asked. She wanted to go. She had nothing holding her here, really. She could do her job from anywhere she had Internet access. She could do things the way she wanted to. Could she really leave, though, that was the question that made her hesitate in saying yes. "I want to, but..." Josh placed his finger on her lips and smiled. "You're scared, I know. Come with me for the weekend at least and see if you want to? I'll make sure you get a plane ticket home if you wish to return." He leaned down and kissed her, giving her a kiss like she had never felt before. A kiss that made her say, without a doubt, "Yes."

Title: Tina II Chapter 11- The Prisoner- A Gray Muzzle story by Gray Muzzle Tags: Canine, Dog, Peteena, Poodle, peteena house, tina Tina II, Chapter 11- The Prison- A Gray Muzzle story Marcia placed a call on the intercom. "Lucy, Can you come down to my office? There's someone I'd like you to meet." Moments later, Lucy stuck her head in the door. A striking white Poodle, with the most amazing head of red hair. "You called?" Lucy was leaning in the doorway. She wore a long skirt, and a sleeveless silk top, over which she wore a pink cashmere sweater. "Lucy, this is our newest girl. Can you show her around, and get her settled in?" Peteena House was a home for abandoned Poodle hybrids. When the great emancipation came, they were no longer pets, but there was no where for them to go. As humans, they couldn't be destroyed, but there was no place for them to go. A kindly millionare, and lover of Standard Poodles left his entire estate to establish Peteena House. Here, the former pets could live out there lives, in comfort and dignity. When Peteena House opened, there were perhaps a half dozen residents. Today, after several additions, Peteena House was taking in it's eighty second guest. Once word had gotten out, they came from near and far. Europe, the Soviet Republics, the Middle East and Asia. Of course, most were American. The majority came from Arkansas, Missouri, and Texas, where they had been raised in great numbers. When they ceased to have economic value, the hybrids were cast off, with no where to go. Lacking money or education, there was no place for them to go. Peteena House was a Godsend, a place where every Poodle hybrid was accepted without question. "Hello, dear, I'm Lucy, but no one ever calls me that. Everyone knows me as 'Red' The new girl blushed and looked down. "I'm Dorothy, Miss Lucy....sorry.....Red....." she offered her hand. Dorothy was typical of the girls that came to Peteena House. She came from Kansas, wearing a gingham midrift top, Daisey Dukes, and a worn flowered hat.. She carried only a cardboard suitcase. "Those are some shoes, there." Red commented, checking out her footwear. "Uh, I knew I had a lot of walking to do....." Dorothy replied, looking self consciously at her heavy work boots, and thick white socks. "Well, we'll take care of that. Let's get you a room, and let you clean up. Then I'll show you around." Red took her suitcase, and lead her down a long hallway. They went down some stairs, then took an elevator. At the end of yet another long hall, Red opened a door. Inside, it was a cheerful, airy, four bed room. There were two bunk beds, and four dressers, and a bathroom private to the suite. Red went out into the hall, and came back with linens, and towels. "Here's your towels. The bath is through there. Once you've showered, we'll do your hair, and get you some clothes. "Thanks" she smiles The shower was huge and clean. Not at all like the outdoor hose Dorothy was accustomed to. There was lots of warm water, and nice smelling soap. There was even a hair dryer for her to use. She would have stayed forever, but Dorothy knew that Lucy was waiting for her. When she emerged, Red was waiting. "Here's a nice bathrobe for you. I hope you don't mind, but since I was waiting, I took the liberty of starting to unpack." Indeed she had. Her few belongings were in the dresser, her clothes on hangers. The suitcase was under her bunk. There was a picture, which Lucy had placed by her bed, atop the dresser. "The people....who are they?" Dorothy took the picture from her. "This is my family.....when they changed the law, they couldn't keep me anymore. I miss them sometimes. Especially....." Her voice trailed away, but Lucy knew that she was talking about the boy in the front of the picture. She placed it carefully back on the dresser. "Let's get going. We've got things to do...." Lucy lead her back to the elevator. They rode it all the way to the basement. When the door opened, it was cool and dark. They walked another hallway, where there was a lighted room at the end. The door was partially open, Dorothy's eyes were greeted by the strangest sight. The room was a mess. There was an unmade bed, and food boxes everywhere. There were skateboards, and BMX bikes, and snowboards, and sports stuff off all types. There was a 250cc dirt bike being overhauled on the floor. In the center of the floor was a white Poodle wearing nothing but her underwear. Her back was to the door, and she was dancing and singing to 'The Beatie Boys' which played on her iPod. "Violet!" Red shouted, pulling the headphones from her ears "This is Dorothy. She's our newest guest. Violet snatched back her MP3 player, and threw it on the dresser. She then took a smock off the rack, and stepped into a pair of flip flops. She pulled a beautician's chair from the corner, where it sat under a sheet. "Violet is our hairdresser. She doesn't live here full time anymore, but she still comes back to visit. She's really good." Violet was suddenly all business. She placed Dorothy in the chair, and got to work. "Hmmmm." Violet could see that there wasn't that much hair on her head. It was a common problem. Many girls had been struggling just to survive; there wasn't time for grooming. Violet tugged at her snarled curls. "I think most of this will have to go. Don't worry, though, we'll have you looking prettu. May I cut it?" Dorothy was tearing up, but she nodded her head 'yes'; Violet began to cut. When she was done, there was a fine layer of soft fuzz. Dorothy was in shock. "Now, let's get you looking pretty!" Violet took her by the hand, to a room across the hall. When the light came on, the room was filled with wigs, of every length and color. They picked several, and took them back to the chair. She tried a blonde one, which was pretty, and a red one, and long brown curls. In the end, they decided thick brown braids, parted in the center, was the best look of all. "What do you think? Violet asked, holding a mirror Dorothy was very pleased. She had never seen such nice hair! She hugged Violet, as she got up to leave. Lucy took her back upstairs, where they went to what may have been the largest room in the house. "This is the closet" Red explained. "Each of us has our own clothes. But we have this....the 'Community Closet'. These are the clothes that we share. Truth is, we share most of the things we have. Just seems to make sense." By the time she finished speaking, Dorothy was already in the racks of clothes that were on every wall. Dorothy tried on dress after dress, until she fount a sleeveless blue dress that she thought was very pretty. Lucy went to the closet. "Here are some panties, and some undershirts. I got you a few one piece undergarments, too. A lot of us prefer them. You can wear bras, if you wish; most of us don't bother. We'll take you shopping for new things in a few days. These should hold you until then." Then, they went to the shoe closet. Dorothy picked out some blue suede sneakers. "That's...what you want? Red inquired, slightly amused. "I'd see.....everyone wearing them. I never had any of my own. I thought they must be wonderful, since everybody had them" she replied. "That's good enough for me" Red smiled. They then went on a tour of the house. Red took her through the different dorm areas of the house. As they walked, they encountered groups of girls. Some were leaving to play tennis. Others were doing chores. Yet others seemed to just be hanging out. Leaving the dorms, they went to the public areas. In one room, Violet was now teaching an aerobic class, to about ten girls. Across the hall, another dozen intently worked on ballet dancing. There was a library, a comfortable TV lounge, and a theatre where movies were shown on weekend nights. Right off the lobby was the dining room. It was bright and cheery, and it could seat all eighty plus girls, and guests all at once. It was arranged in tables of eight, with white tablecloths, and there were candles and fresh flowers on each one. "Marcia's orders" Red noted. Beyond the dining room was the kitchen. "Each week, the schedule gets posted. Newer girls serve meals to the senior ones. But everyone does chores." Lucy stated "Nothing nasty, mind you. Laundry, dusting, that sort of thing. We're all expected to help out." "Only seems fair. I'm not afraid of work." On the center island, was a red velvet cake. It was the lovleiest thing Dorothy had seen. She just gawked at it. "Shall we have some?" "But....it's not ours......" "I think it will be OK...." Lucy responded. She cut Dorothy a big slice of cake, and poured her a glass of milk. "Where are my manners! You must be starved!" Indeed she was. Dorothy finished it in record time, and Red got her another. She finished that as well. Red gathered up the dishes, and placed them in the dishwasher. "Shall we look outside? Outside was a place of wonder. There were swings and slides and playhouses. "A lot of the girls seem to like them" Red noted "Most didn't have things like this growing up." There was a built in cooking area, and a pinic grove, where the girls would eat outside in the summer. Beyond the main yard, was a running track- and another track. "That's where we ride motorcycles ATVs, mini bikes, that sort of thing. Dorothy's eyes were huge. Down a small knoll, on the lower part of the property, was a HUGE pool. There was a hot tub, and a waterfall, too. Girls in swimsuits sunned and played in the warm water. By the pool, there was even a bar. "Drink?" "Dogs aren't supposed to have that." "Says who?" "My family told me that" "On that topic, they were wrong" Red laughed "What will it be?" "I'll have a 'Bud', please." Red got a Jack Daniel's on the rocks; she brought Dorothy a beer. They sat at a table with a big umbrella by the pool, where they looked over the estate on a magnificent Summer day. "Red?" "Uh huh....." "What is it like....here at Peteena House?" Red smiled. "I though that's what we were discussing." "No, I mean, really....." Red sat back in her chair, and got very serious. "OK. What would you like to know." "Do people get along?" "Oh, yes.....EVERYONE is really close. People have their disagreements, but all the girls are so sweet. Not to worry." "Marcia?: Red reached into her bag, and pulled out a cigarette, Marlboro red. She lit it with a vintage Zippo. "Marcia is my dearest friend. She's really wonderful. She's always doing little, special things for people. She has some that she's closer to......She's very fond of Violet. There's this French girl.....And Marcia is my best friend....." She took a long drag on the cigarette. "We're lovers. Have been for many years." Dorothy looked a little surprised. "Is there...a lot of 'that' here?" Red laughed. "It's not like it is out there. Here.....there's only us girls. If someone has a need.....well, you'd help a sister, wouldn't you?" Red took another long drag, and finished her drink in one shot. "Lucy? Is there something I'm missing? I mean, it all seams so.....so WONDERFUL here. Still, I sense there's something.....something missing, something wrong. If I'm off track, please tell me so." Red lit another cigarette. "Smart girl. But then, I was never much good at fooling people when it came to my feelings." "Does it have to do...with that?" "This? " Red felt the large scar that crossed her nose. Looking more carefully, Dorothy could see that there was a part of her nose missing. Red sat back in her chair. "That....was a long time ago. It's mostly behind me, at least now. Marcia helped me get my hair, the surgery, the rest. She'll help you too, if that's what you want. But no, not really. That's not it." "Then, what IS it?" Red smiled. "I suspect you'll find me silly. I'll let you decide. It really IS what it appears. We're all friends. We're taken care of wonderfully. We pretty much live as we please. Get up early, or sleep late. We have lovely clothes. Our every need is met. By every standard, a perfect life." "Then what is it?" "It's all too perfect" "Perfect? You're joking, right?" Red shot her a look. "Not at all. We were never meant to live in perfection. It will drive you mad." "No one here looks the least bit mad." "Ah, but they are! Most adjust, by just not thinking. They get up, eat play, sleep....then they do it all again. It's like prison. ...." "Do you mean we're locked in here?" "No, not at all. We're free to leave. We travel. Actually, we travel all the time. But it's the same thing, just in a different place. There's no place for us to go. The world out there, they don't want us. And we're not prepared to live there. So, here we are, in a cage. An elegant, sophisticated cage. But a cage just the same." "Does everyone feel as you do?" "No. Marcia has her career. She has a reason to get up in the morning, independent of us. She's quite happy." "Just Marcia?" "No. Violet is actually pretty happy." "Violet? That crazy one in the basement?' "Yes. Her. A while back, she met and married a reporter who came here. She has a job. She's lived in the real world. She does hair. She teaches aerobics. She's got a family, and friends.....a life beyond these walls." "So there's hope." "Hope for those who leave." "But everyone SEEMS so happy......' "Maybe. Perhaps I think too much. So, don't think about it. Forget I told you any of this. Maybe it will be different for you....." "So, what do I do?" she asked, concerned. "Plan.....start working on a way out. It will always be here....if you need it. But if you can, make a life. Get educated. Get a job. And....." "And...what?" "Never give up on love. That boy....you love him?" Dorothy looked down, never saying a word. "Never give up on love......"

Title: Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 04 Tags: blowjob, anal sex, humilation, forced, futanari, impregnation, anal creampie, exhibitionism, public, virgin *All characters are the age of 18 or older* *Main story themes: Futa on Female, Coercion* *Thank you for the continued feedback! I really appreciate comments especially if they are constructive!* *If by some chance you stumbled upon this chapter, I highly suggest you go back and read each chapter in order.* *\*\*\*\*\** Sherry was the very definition of a proper American girl. She grew up in a proper family in a proper New England neighborhood where she went to a proper school where she got proper grades. She spent her teenage years being the pride and joy of her mothers, who showed off their beautiful proper blonde daughter to all their proper friends at their proper dinner parties. Sherry was a princess, the house with a white picket fence in the suburbs her castle. Though for a princess Sherry was modest. As she grew up in an environment of privilege her body blossomed into that of a beautiful young woman. Soft and full breasts grew on her chest and tight curves flowed down her sides above long smooth legs. Coupled with her sharp face and bright blonde curls she was the center of attention when she entered the room. Though for all her beauty Sherry herself was humble, taking after her mothers she always maintained a modest and polite demeanor, a true example of class. This class was hammered into her since childhood by her parents, as the members of Sherry's family grew to become lawyers, doctors, and other respected members of the community. Sherry was well aware that the expectations for her were no different, and she strove to meet the goals set by her parents. After years of proper behavior and hard work, this drive rewarded Sherry in the form of acceptance to a respected Midwestern university. During her final dinner party, Sherry announced to the glowing pride of her mothers and all the respected women of the neighborhood that she had enrolled in the pre-med program and planned to go on to medical school. Four years ago Sherry hugged her mothers goodbye, tears of pride welled in their eyes as they embraced their golden child. Their precious child had made them so proud and she was going to go on to make them even prouder. Four years ago Sherry drove away from her castle in the suburbs with dreams of returning home, proudly surprising her parents with her graduation from medical school. Sherry knew for sure she would make them proud, she was her mother's daughter and she was going to achieve greatness. Today however, Sherry was on her knees in a department store dressing room with Jackie's cock in her mouth. Sherry swirled her tongue around the cockhead between her lips, stroking the shaft with her free hand in smooth motions. Her bright blonde bangs swung back and forth in front of her eyes with each pump of her wrist along the pulsating shaft. Light slurping sounds escaped from her lips as she bobbed on the engorged cockhead, tongue massaging the sensitive glans of her partner. The salty taste of precum touched her tongue, a sign that the futanari she was servicing was enjoying the attention. She wore a white tank top so tight her breasts seemed to overflow past the tight fabric holding them at bay. A tiny black skirt rested on her hips, so short it would make a stripper blush. Her smooth ass poked out from the tiny flare of the skirt, black lace thong uncomfortably tight along her ass. Other dressing room doors opened and slammed shut, the occupants unaware of sensual service Sherry gave Jackie. "You've come a long way since yesterday." Jackie said from her seat, hand resting on the little blonde head bobbing on her dick. "You sure I'm your first?" Sherry reared her head off her meal and sneered at Jackie, "fuck you.", voice full of venom. "Mmm, that may be an option. However, I don't believe I told you to stop. If you don't follow directions again then our little arrangement is off" Jackie said through a sly smile. "So get sucking my dick, it was just getting good." Sherry took the cock in her mouth again but continued her viper-like glare at Jackie. The futanari only smiled and stroked Sherry's blonde hair as it swayed above her cock. Sherry's soft knees ached and burned as they rubbed on the hard floor of the dressing room. A mixture of saliva and Jackie's pre-cum flowed from the corners of her lips and down her chin each time she took the length into her mouth. Though Sherry hated the owner of the shaft she was currently sucking on she did her best to service the futanari as best as she could, for she learned the day prior that Jackie tended to face-fuck if she felt the effort wasn't there. Sherry's tender lips massaged Jackie's cockhead while her wet tongue massaged the sensitive glans each time she shifted forward along the length. Her left hand jerked at the base of Jackie's cock, soft hands stroking to her lips with each slurp along the futa-cock. Jackie leaned back in her seat, breathing heavy in ecstasy from the tiny blond coed's head that impaled itself on her cock. "That's it, right there you fucking slut." She breathed, "Fuck you feel so good sucking my cock. Just like that you goddamn whore." Sherry doubled her pace, she had learned when Jackie began to call her names it was a sign the futanari was close to cumming. She milked Jackie's stiff cock, slick with saliva in a fanatic pace. Her jaw ached from the force of the engorged cockhead she forced in-between her tender lips, tongue flowing around her mouth along the cockhead. She took her free hand and massaged the futanari's ballsack, an effort to push Jackie over the edge. Sherry could hear Jackie's panting grow faster and shaper until she felt a hand grip her hair, ripping her head back. Jackie stood up and quickly stroked her slick cock, "open your fucking mouth." She ordered. Sherry closed her eyes and obeyed as Jackie grunted and came on her face. She winced as each stream of cum struck her face, warm ropes of futanari semen fell across her down her face. Each panting grunt from the futanari brought more cum that coated Sherry's features and filled her mouth. Just as it seemed Jackie had emptied the remainder of her load onto Sherry's face, she shoved her cock into the open mouth and spurted one final shot of cum down her throat. Jackie pulled her satisfied cock out of the shivering blonde and fall back on her chair in satisfaction. Sherry from her place on the floor choked and gasped; attempting to recover from having cum forced down her throat. Several deep breaths later and deep swallows later Sherry regained control over her thought and breathing, though the salty taste of cum still stained her mouth. Raising her head from the floor Sherry's eyes met her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Stains of saliva fell down her lips and chin towards her cleavage. White streams of cum coated her face, a rope hung over her eyelid and draped across her face. Her bangs were wet and cemented to her forehead by a mixture of sweat and semen. A cord of guilt struck her chest, she didn't want to believe it was herself she was looking at in the mirror. Jackie's hand gripped her arm and yanked Sherry to her feet. "Good job, cocksucker." She said in a casual tone. Jackie's verbal abuse only made Sherry feel worse. "Since you did such a good job taking my load like that, let's take a look at you. C'mon stand up straight now." Jackie primped and poked Sherry until she obeyed, like a kind of pet. Gripping the cum-covered girls shoulders Jackie spun her around and flipped up her tiny skirt. "Hmmm, I don't think black is your color." Jackie mused, referring to Sherry's tiny thong. "Red's much more your color, go find one in red." She ordered, opening the door and giving Sherry a gentle shove into the public eye of the store. Sherry obeyed, slowly shuffling from the dressing room area into the intimates section. Humilation covered her like a blanket. She could feel the stares of the other women, they saw the way she was dressed like a whore and they saw the cum all over her face like a whore. She did her best to complete the task but she couldn't ignore the humiliation. Shame blushed her cheeks red while a painful lump grow in her throat demanding she cry. Only months ago she believed herself to be destined for greatness, and now she was digging through a selection of thongs while shivering from the cum that grew cold on her face. *I will not cry* she ordered herself. *I will not give that bitch the pleasure of seeing me cry.* Finally finding a red lace thong in her size, she returned past the gauntlet of stares to the dressing room that housed Jackie. Shutting the door behind her she showed her red lacy objective to Jackie, who smiled and jumped up from her seat. "Perfect! Now let's see how they look on you." Jackie said as she yanked down the pair Sherry was wearing. Sherry kicked off the black lacy thong and slid up the red pair; the tiny lacy thong felt uncomfortable along her asscrack. Jackie flipped up her skirt again and examined the smooth ass in the mirror. "Perfect! It's just your style. Should be wonderful for our card game with the girls this weekend!" Jackie said giving Sherry's exposed ass cheeks a painful slap before letting go of the flare of the tiny skirt. Sherry winced from the blow and turned around to face her full form in the wall mirror. Her red thong was clearly visible as it curved around her hips above the top of her skirt, which length just barely covered her crotch. If she were to take even a small step the red fabric that covered her cunt was clearly visible. Shame filled her mind from the sight of herself in such a slutty outfit coupled with the now cold sticky cum on her face. She wanted to be mad, she wanted to blame someone; she wanted to believe this wasn't her fault. But deep down inside Sherry knew: *I deserve this.* \*\*\*\*\* My evening at the Guardian Angel had been nothing short of eye opening. Not only had I learned so much about the lives of futanari, gotten the intimate details of sexual lives from people I had just met, and almost been impregnated in a bar bathroom, but most shocking of all was that I wasn't the first one out of the poker game. Jackie had bit the dust much earlier in the night, but Cass had also fallen to the elegant-as-ever Mari, leaving only three players in the game. I had been playing passive all game, my focus on the discussion between the futanari rather than actual strategy for winning the game. But I found myself with an excellent hand of two aces, with another ace in the river. Facing only Kris I took the risk and went all in, hoping I hadn't lost my buy-in. The table was silent with the exception of Jackie, who purred in excitement. "C'mon Miss detective, I'm rootin for you here." She said softly. The blonde on her lap's skirt had slowly rolled up her side from Jackie's fidgeting, clearly exposing her bright red underwear. She didn't seem to care or notice, a blank look on her face while Jackie's hand kneaded her thigh. Tearing my attention away from the red lace between her legs I focused on Kris, who casually flipped over her hand revealing a flush. With a small moan, I mourned the loss of my buy-in and flipped over my hand in defeat. Jackie leaned back and bellowed an "oooooh!", mourning my loss with me. Giving a hard slap to her captive's somewhat exposed ass she yelled "Fuck I thought for sure you had her!". The woman winced but didn't yell at the blow to her rear, a clear red handprint grew to match her red lace underwear. This beautiful woman had taken so much abuse throughout the night, from being sexually harassed, smoke blown in her face, and being slapped around. But yet despite the pitiful look on her face she didn't react whatsoever, like she was a slave and Jackie her master. Courage welled up inside of me from the pathetic sight and I took a risk. "Why do you let her do that to you?" I asked the blonde. The woman met my eyes with the question, only to quickly look down at the table with an empty look on her face. "Jackie doesn't usually let her pets talk during the game." Kris calmly said, counting out my chips from a moment prior. "Pets? What does that mean?" I asked, clueless for the countless time of the night. Jackie had her trademark devil-grin, "Little Sherry here made a deal with the devil." She slid her hand in-between the woman's legs, a look of disgust on their owner's face. Jackie continued to massage her captive, her eyes on mine, "And don't think this is some kind of slavery shit, I'm not that fucked up. She can say no and leave at any time she wants." I tried to think of scenarios why someone would allow such abuse, coming up blank. "So if I might ask, why don't you?" I asked the woman again, who still looked away with a pitiful expression. "Simple really" Jackie answered for her, "The princess wants the keys to my castle. Little Sherry's wifey got herself knocked up, and like a true lady of class her babymomma didn't stick around long enough to say there aint no room in the inn." The expression on Sherry's face grew pained with embarrassment as Jackie continued to speak. "I'm her little fucked-up savior, giving her a second chance she never thought she'd have." I shook my head in disbelief, "Savior?" Mari saved me from Jackie's explanation, "In order for a mother or a couple to move into a nursery they need to be referred by a futanari, it's almost always by whoever got them pregnant. So basically for whatever reason, Miss Sherry," Mari nodded towards Sherry, whom was bright red with shame, "has reached an agreement with Jackie in order to acquire such a referral, as her wife failed to acquire one." This talk of referrals sounded so medical and formal to me. I imagined a futanari and a woman signing legal documents bedside before taking a tumble in the sheets. The image amused and confused me simultaneously. I remembered how drunk with lust I felt in the bathroom just an hour before; I was seconds away from being gleefully knocked up by futanari whose names I didn't even know. "Referrals?" I asked, "Sounds complicated." "Not really" Kris picked up, "The Nursery we partner with gives us these." Kris pulled several small black cards from her purse, about the size of business cards but thick and plastic. Sherry's eyes broke from her agitated trance and snapped to Kris' hands that held the cards. "These are our referrals" Kris pushed one over to me, Sherry's eyes following the small piece of plastic as it slid into my hand. A long ID number was imprinted on the card as well as Kris' name. The Ark Nursery's logo of a bright white wing was printed on the bottom right corner below a small chip. The back of the card bore a large image of the symbol for Venus, enclosed around a small crown. Kris continued as I examined the card. "That card buys you five years here at Ark, that symbol on the back signifies which neighborhood the home is in." "So you choose exactly where they live as well?" My eyes grew wide, "That's a lot of power." "Well" Cass started "It's not like there's slums here in Ark, it's just a level of control. We have to ration out each neighborhood; otherwise I would have all my families in The Guardian Angel instead of the other areas. Every neighborhood is pretty nice here in Ark, so you just end up saving The Guardian Angel cards for partners you really like." I thought about how much sense it made when I fully realized what Cass had said, "Wait, The Guardian Angel isn't a hotel?" Cass threw her head back and laughed. Jackie smirked and answered for her, "It seems that way doesn't it? But no, it's just high class living. Most of us futanari live here like our own little mount Olympus, but there are plenty of apartments we can hand out to our favorites." Jackie's hand rested comfortably in-between Sherry's legs, fingers on the red fabric of her panties. Sherry's facial expression made it clear to all members of the table she wasn't the least bit aroused by the attention. I refocused my attention away from the harassed woman to the conversation. "I think I'm starting to get it, but I still don't understand why someone would go to such lengths. There must be another futanari willing to give Sherry a card without using Jackie." I realized what I had said and quickly turned to Jackie, puffing away on her cigar. "No offense, Jackie." "None taken" Her fingers continued to play with the fabric of Sherry's skirt. "Typically." Mari explained, "A nursery doesn't accept a referral by a futanari that didn't get the individual pregnant. However Jackie here has convinced a certain Guardian Angel administrator to make exceptions for her." "How did you manage that?" I asked, looking towards a grinning Jackie "Turns out a certain Angel fucking sucks at bluffing so I've got a few free passes to hand out to the needy." Jackie rubbed Sherry's chin as she spoke, who jerked her head away and pouted. "You want to see what the rooms look like?" Asked Cass, "We can give you a proper tour while Mari and Kris finish up if you like?" "Sure!" I agreed, excited to explore more of the extravagant building that was The Guardian Angel. Mari and Kris waved us goodbye and Cass and Jackie guided me out of the lounge. Sherry stared at the floor and followed close behind Jackie. Exiting the darkness of the lounge we emerged into the bright main hall and strode inside a nearby elevator, casual music drifted from inside the carriage. "I think this floor is mostly empty..." Cass mumbled, cautiously selecting a floor. The elevator jerked and began upwards. Sherry stood next to Jackie, who was groping the blonde's butt with her free hand. I scanned Sherry's face for a reaction, but her expression was blank and eyes looking into memories of the past. \*\*\*\*\* Sherry's achievements hadn't ceased since her acceptance to university, boasting a seven straight semester streak of a perfect 4.0 GPA she was a model student. The only thing that stood between her and entrance to any medical school of her choice was the daunting MCAT and a final semester of her undergraduate career. She wasn't concerned about either challenge, she was confident she would finish her degree in perfect standing. Instead Sherry was at a holiday house party, concerned with getting her girlfriend, Ada to relax and enjoy a party for once in her life. It was the winter holidays, loud music pulsed throughout the house while students mingled, danced, and celebrated the end of another semester. Sherry and Ada had secured a spot on the living room couch, Sherry itching to be a social butterfly and Ada doing her best to be invisible. "Drink this." Sherry ordered, "I'm determined for you to have fun with real people for a change." Pushing a glass towards her partner. Ada glanced at the glass that had been shoved in her hands. "White? What is this?" "It's called a white Russian. I know you don't like the taste of alcohol but trust me you'll like this." Sherry ordered. Ada looked into the milky liquid with a shy concerned stare. Sherry rested a hand on her shoulder, "C'mon Ada, I just want you to have some fun. It's just something to help you loosen up. Could you just try it? For me?" Sherry begged, big blue eyes staring into Ada's brown pair. "Not fair, you know I can never say no to you." Ada relented, draining her drink in a single drink. "That's my girl!" Sherry cheered, rubbing Ada's back. Sherry had met Ada as a freshman as lab partners in introductory chemistry. Ada was hopeless when it came to the sciences and was completely reliant upon Sherry for passing the course. Sherry had been annoyed with her seemingly useless lab partner until she began to struggle in her creative writing courses and was saved by Ada's amazing abilities as an editor. A companionship was born, Ada was an English major who relyied on Sherry for math and science help while Sherry was pre-med and relied on Ada to get her through her liberal arts credits. The girls formed a perfect team for the first semester, studying together late at night and becoming close friends. But as Sherry spent more time with the shy girl who enjoyed reading books more than talking to people, she grew attached. After their meetings she couldn't stop thinking about Ada's long black hair and brown eyes that peered behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. After receiving a perfect score on her final creative writing paper she burst into Ada's dorm room and planted a kiss on the frozen bookworms face. After the moment of shock, Ada enthusiastically returned the embrace; the moment was the starting point of their years-long love. Even though each girl was nearly the opposite of one another, the connection they felt between them was unmistakable. Though Sherry was hopelessly in love with Ada, she grew annoyed at her partner's introverted attitude. Ada's idea of a celebration was a glass of wine and churning through an entire book in an evening. When in a group Ada was a wallflower, shyly leaning against a surface too scared to open her mouth. Sherry was tired of Ada missing out on what she believed was the college lifestyle, finally talking her partner into going to the holiday party. Forcing the shy girl out of her traditional jeans and sweatshirt and into one of her trendy party dresses Sherry swept Ada out of their dorm room and off to the house party. Though Ada enjoyed the occasional glass of wine she was not what one would describe was a drinker. But after draining the white Russian Sherry had pushed her way, Ada decided this strangely named drink wasn't so bad and had a few more. With the newfound liquid courage Ada found herself on the coffee table, having the time of her life dancing and screaming along to the music much to the laughter of Sherry. The shy nerd girl was gone, and in her place was the obviously intoxicated butterfly, which drunkenly blossomed from her cocoon into the lush social butterfly. Sherry exhaled mentally, relieved that Ada was finally relaxing and having a good time. She left Ada, who was giggling uncontrollably with a group of girls on the floor, in the living room and headed to the basement. Feeling like she should give Ada a chance to spread her wings on her own, she danced her heart out in the basement, massive speakers shaking the walls with her favorite songs. Two hours later Sherry was danced out and covered in sweat, returning to the main floor she was curious what Ada had been up to. Nowhere to be found, Sherry asked the group of girls she last saw giggling with Ada if they had seen her. "I think I saw her go upstairs." One of the girls shouted over the music and pointed up a nearby staircase. Sherry sighed. Perhaps the party had been too much for the shy girl and she was just looking for a place to calm down. Trudging up the stairs she slowly opened bedroom doors, looking for her partner. Interrupting more than one couple whom were thoroughly enjoying the privacy of the bedrooms, she found her charge. Ada was flat on her stomach on top of the bed, the skirt of her dress flipped up revealing black panties. A stain was clearly visible on the bedsheets below Ada while drool escaped from her lips onto the pillow. Sherry couldn't help but laugh. "Alright Ada, I'm glad you had fun but this party is so over." She turned her drunken partner over on her back and rubbed her awake. "We gotta get out of here" She said, eager to leave before the owner of the bed finds you. "Mmmmm, Shewwi..."Ada mumbled, obviously drunk. "No Sherwi I's want to love you's" she slurred. Sherry let out a yelp, feeling Ada's hand under her skirt and clumsily rubbing the crotch of her panties. "Where's it go?" Ada asked. Sherry removed Ada's hand from her skirt, "Where's what now?" "Your biiiiiiiiig dick!" Ada cheered, drunkenly falling to the bed. "Clearly a sign you need to go home. C'mon girl before you get sick." Sherry hoisted Ada to her feet, helping her downstairs. Sherry waved her other friends goodbye while they laughed at her drunken charge. It took some doing, but Sherry managed to carry Ada whom was deadweight, back to her dorm room. Depositing Ada into her bed, Sherry stroked her lover's hair. "I'm glad you finally relaxed tonight." She whispered and kissed Ada goodnight. After an unforgiving hangover Ada recovered from her first binge drinking experience. Sherry found it hilarious that Ada was unable to remember anything past her first drink of the white Russian, but couldn't help but feel like she had fun. But while she had fun, Ada still preferred books as they never gave her hangovers. Life and the school year continued, a month later both girls had returned to classes and life had returned to normal. For a moment of their lives, everything was perfect; love, life, and success were within reach and the two girls were closer than ever. But a single afternoon changed everything. A stomach bug brought a visit to the campus clinic for Ada. A quick examination and few tests later, a doctor broke terrible news. Ada was a month pregnant. A sobbing Ada broke the news to Sherry in her dorm room. Through uncontrolled tears Ada claimed she had never had sex with anyone other than Sherry, much less a futanari. Sherry stroked the hair of her sobbing lover while guilt gripped her chest. A month ago Sherry had dragged Ada to the holiday party, gotten her blindingly drunk, and left helpless. She remembered how Ada looked sprawled on the bed, her dress falling off her body and how her lower half was exposed. Sherry knew exactly how Ada had gotten pregnant, and it was her fault. Sherry calmed the hysterical Ada, promising to love her forever and never leave her side. Sherry promised they would get through this and that their life dreams would all come true. Ada buried her head into Sherry's chest and cried, believing every word she said. But Sherry didn't believe herself. She loved Ada, but there was no way that everything was going to be ok. As a pre-med student Sherry was no stranger to the nursery system. Without a nursery card, let alone not even knowing what the parent of Ada's child looks like, there was no way Ada would gain entrance to a nursery. Due to the rarity of Futanari, contraceptives were not commonly available and abortion was strictly only used in cases where the mother's life was in danger. Ada was going to give birth to this child. After a tearful night, the couple traveled to the county courthouse and married. Never had Sherry thought her wedding ceremony take place in the lobby of a gray office building and an overworked secretary as a witness. The stress took a toll on Sherry well beyond her mental status. Ada had dropped out of her courses and Sherry might as well have, earning horrific marks on all her classes for the semester. The black marks on her GPA coupled with terrible MCAT scores effectively locked her out of medical school. With only a single semester remaining before graduation, Sherry's future looked bleak. Ada's belly had begun to grow, a small bump a home to the child that grew inside her. In four months Sherry would be finished with her undergraduate and her financial aid would cease. With no other options Sherry would have to return home to her proper American home and confess to her parents she had not only failed in school but also was also married and expecting a child. Each time Sherry imagined speaking with her parents, her heart ached in her chest and her stomach sank. She couldn't believe she had fucked up so badly, she would give anything to make it all better, she prayed with all her heart just for a chance to get her life back. And Sherry got her wish. Late one night Sherry sat in the corner of a dark bar, nursing a beer and replaying the night Ada conceived their child in her mind. From the darkness a woman in a sharp grey suit approached her and introduced herself. This woman explained she was well aware of Sherry and Ada's situation, and offered her a way out. She explained that as a futanari herself, she could provide her with a pass to the nearby nursery, staving off the need to confess to her parents. The deal was simple, one nursery referral for Ada in exchange for one week where Sherry wasn't allowed to refuse the futanari. It was made very clear that at any point Sherry could refuse and forfeit the nursery pass. Desperate but not dumb, Sherry was well aware of the erotic intentions of this futanari that had somehow found out her problem. She knew it was dangerous, she didn't even know the futanari's in front of her, and the only other futanari she knew had knocked up Ada without so much as leaving her name. But Sherry was short on options and this was her chance. If she was able to get a nursery referral she would be at least able to secure Ada and her child's future for the next few years. This would give her a chance to get her act together and still succeed in some fashion like she had dreamed. But most importantly it would buy her time before she had to confess to her parents about all her mistakes. Sherry stuck out her hand and said, "On one condition, I cannot get pregnant." Jackie gave a smile so big it made Sherry uncomfortable and gripped her outstretched hand. "Deal." The next week involved Jackie dressing Sherry up in terribly revealing outfits made worse by her constant groping in public. Jackie took great pleasure in exposing Sherry, knowing the girl was horrifically embarrassed each time Jackie forced her into smaller and smaller skirts. Jackie would demand to be sucked off several times a day, usually in public areas where they could be easily, and often times were, caught by passers-by. The worst by far however was Jackie's favorite activity of blowing her load on Sherry's face and forcing her into public with cum dripping down her face. The humiliation was unbelievable for Sherry, but she held the memory of Ada close and told herself it would just be a week. Besides, it wasn't Jackie's fault Sherry was in this situation, it was her own. She had married Ada and she had promised to make things right, and one week of humiliation was the price to pay to provide for her wife. \*\*\*\*\* I glanced up and down the long bright hallway that hosted the Guardian Angel apartment units. Massive paintings lined the bright white walls of the hall. Maids in uniform roamed holding laundry, empty food trays or cleaning utensils. Each time a maid passed our group she would give a small bow and give a polite "ma'am". The elegance and classy atmosphere was palpable. Cass led the group; myself, Sherry, and Jackie whom had her hands around Sherry's waist as we walked), in front of one of the apartment doors. Using a keycard, Cass opened the electronic lock with a click and pulled open the door. I couldn't help but notice the keycard Cass had used appeared to be identical to the nursery referral card I had been shown earlier. Ushering me inside, I stepped across the threshold of the doorframe. The apartment was of a class well above my status. Even though the apartment was empty it was sleek and savvy. Sharp black granite counters lined the kitchen below a sparkling hanging light. Appliances appeared to be state of the art and large enough to cook for a small village. I walked from room to room in a daze, the living room, dining room, bedroom; they were all massive and pristine. Jackie and Cass chatted in the living room while I explored. I emerged from the bathroom the size of my bedroom in my home apartment and rejoined the two futanari. Jackie and Cass were amused by my bewilderment while Sherry leaned against a wall pretending to be invisible. "So people get to live here?" I asked quietly. Cass gave a bright smile and said "Yeah, the nursery's referrals are the actual homes our partners stay in. Most of the futanari here live in the Guardian Angel, so we only get a few rooms so the futanari here tend to save them for their favorites." "Favorites?" I asked quizzically. "Yeah, like if they're a really good fuck and you want to keep them around." Jackie answered for Cass, "But we're queens of the castle here, so a futanari can give whatever referral they want for any reason. " "So if you impregnate someone you don't really like, you give them crappy housing?" Cass gave a nervous laugh, "Well, not exactly. All the housing here at the Nursery isn't all that bad, and plus it's free. If someone is upset enough at the level of housing their futanari gave them they are always free to live outside campus on their own dime. The normal housing in the homes you passed on your way here are quite nice, they're just nothing compared to the Guardian Angel." "Mmm" I mumbled, mentally taking it all in. "Does anyone try to bribe futanari for better housing?" Cass sighed, "Well yes, it does happen occasionally but it's actually quite rare." "Really?" I said in surprise. "Well yeah," Jackie said as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "What are they gonna bribe us with? If they've got enough money to bribe into the Guardian Angel then they have the money to live in similar places outside the nursery. Many with that kind of money would rather not move anyway. And then what else could they bribe with? Sex? They need to give it up anyway just to get in here and it's not like a futanari can't get a fuck whenever they want." I blushed at her frank explanation. "Oh." I muttered, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. Cass gave a small laugh, "Eloquently put Jackie." She said as Jackie gave a small bow. Cass turned to me, "Think you have enough for your blog or whatever?" I nodded. "Good, let's go see who won our family game night, my money's on Mari." "Really? I though Kris was pretty good." I playfully responded. Cass held the front door for me as I left the beautiful apartment. Stepping into the hallway I visualized my own apartment and suddenly felt inadequate. Jackie called out the door "I'll meet you guys downstairs, just gonna use the little girl's room." Cass rolled her eyes and let the door shut behind her. \*\*\*\*\* Sherry felt a tightness release from her chest as the apartment door shut. She had grown used to Jackie humiliating her in front of others, but to be exposed and harassed in front of another female was almost too much. On top of that the little redhead was some kind of writer; she prayed Red would at least have the decency to change her name in the final product. She would have said something, but Jackie had made it clear that speaking to anyone else while she was with Jackie would break their deal. "I can't believe she gets moist over Kris rather than me." Jackie said wistfully. Giving a glance to Sherry leaning against the wall with her arms crossed she said "It's a real fucking shame tomorrow's your last day as my slut, I really should have made you dye your hair." Sherry furrowed her brow and glared at the floor. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair grateful it had remained untouched through her humiliation. "Goddamn I'm so fucking horny." Jackie practically grunted. "I never knew I was so into redheads, shit." Jackie released the buckle on her suit pants and let her bottoms fall to the floor, revealing a massive erection. "Slut, time to do your job." She said to Sherry while she stroked her erect member. Sherry sighed. Striding over to the futanari she tied her hair back into a ponytail. Jackie leaned against the kitchen counter with her massive cock in hand and a smile on her face. Sherry braced herself to take Jackie into her mouth. Dropping to her knees she took Jackie's massive shaft between her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down the cock. Having sucked off Jackie countless times in the past week, Sherry was an expert on pleasuring a girl-cock. Jackie gave soft moans while Sherry loudly slurped on the cock between her lips. Sherry felt Jackie grip her arm and yank her to her feet. Sherry gave a surprised sound as she popped off Jackie's cock. "Now that you got me ready..." Jackie said lustfully. Jackie shoved Sherry into the kitchen counter and pressed her flat against the cold granite of the counter. Sherry felt her tiny red thong being ripped down her legs, exposing her sensitive parts. "Hey!" she yelped in surprise. She felt her pussy was and she knew Jackie had been drinking and was horny, a dangerous combination. "Oh, don't you worry princess." Jackie muttered as she stepped behind Sherry's tiny rear poking out of the short skirt. Fear rose in Sherry's chest as Jackie stepped forward. Jackie was about to fuck her pussy, she was about to be impregnated by this monster, this was breaking their bargain. Chest frozen in fear to the surface of the kitchen counter panic continued to rise in Sherry's mind. A twang of adrenaline shot through her chest as Sherry felt Jackie's hands spread her ass cheeks apart. Jackie's cockhead pressed against her tiny asshole causing Sherry's head poked up from the counter in shock. Immediately Jackie pressed a hand into Sherry's shoulder, forcing her face back against the granite. Using her free hand Jackie guided her cock as she pressed into the shivering blonde. Shocked into silence, Sherry panted and shivered while she felt the cock press harder against her tight resistant asshole. A burning pain shot through her body as she was forced open by Jackie's massive girth. With a contorted face Sherry grunted painfully as bit by bit Jackie's cock was forced deeper inside her. "Fuck your ass is tight" Jackie muttered from behind Sherry's rear end. "It's gonna hurt unless you relax." She said as she gave Sherry's ass a light smack. Sherry, still shaking in pain, gave a small yip with each smack. Jackie gave a sadistic chuckle, "Alright, a one and a two..." she muttered before rocking her hips forward, sliding the entire length of her cock past Sherry's painfully stretched asshole. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sherry hissed in pain as each inch of the massive girl-cock invaded her. Disgust and painful sensations overtook her mind with each inch of flesh entering her until she felt Jackie's bare hips press against her rear. Face contorted in a grimace, Sherry's body uncontrollably shivered. Pain burned from where Jackie had forced herself inside, feeling as if Sherry was being ripped open. "Mmm that's good." Jackie purred from behind the violated girl. Jackie began to rock her hips, cock forcing itself painfully inside Sherry. "Fuck yeah that's it." Jackie breathed as she found her rhythm. Jackie buried her cock to the base inside Sherry's twitching asshole, a quiet '*smack*' each time her hips bounced into Sherry's rear. She couldn't believe how painful it was to have her ass fucked. She tried to ignore the pain but having Jackie's massive cock in her gut was almost too much to handle. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine being somewhere, anywhere else where she wasn't being fucked against a countertop. But the effort was in vain, with each painful thrust she was jerked back to reality by Jackie's cock reaching her deepest parts. Jackie had now reached a rapid pace, pistoning her cock in and out of Sherry's virgin asshole. She leaned atop her trapped partner who inhaled with a hiss of pain each time she slammed her hips forward. Jackie rested her head just behind Sherry's neck, panting in ecstasy directly into her prey's ear. Completely at the futanari's mercy, Sherry's mind echoed with the sounds of Jackie's erotic grunts which grew faster and deeper with each thrust. Jackie suddenly buried herself entirely inside Sherry, painfully digging her thighs into the countertop. Grunting a loud "Ah! Mnnpf" into Sherry's ear, she felt the cock in her ass twitch and release a warmth into her belly. "Mmmf, Yeah" Jackie panted, the cock shivered releasing more of the warm seed. Jackie gave a small thrust "mmff, hah, hah" echoed into Sherry's eardrum while more girl-cum filled her. "Fu-u-ck" Jackie gave a final grunt and released the remainder of her load into the tender depths. Giving herself a moment to catch her breath, Jackie lifted herself off her dominated prize and stepped back, cock slipping out of the ravaged asshole with a rude "sluck" sound. Sherry slipped back off the countertop and fell to her knees on the floor. Her asshole burned in pain as if it was torn open from the onslaught of Jackie's fucking. Warmth emanated from Sherry's gut, she felt sick knowing so much of Jackie's cum was inside her. "Much better." Sherry heard Jackie say from the other side of the kitchen. She had taken her suit pants and redressed, looking sharp and not at all like she had just fucked someone. Sherry continued to catch her breath from her place on the floor. Jackie strode over and squatted down next to the sweaty beauty on the kitchen floor. She took Sherry's chin in her hand and examined her face. "Still haven't cried?" She calmly asked. Sherry jerked her face free, but maintained her position on the floor. "You disappointed?" She asked. "No, just surprised." Jackie sat on the floor across from Sherry, learning against the wall. "Tomorrow's your last day." "Yeah." Sherry said quietly. "One more day..." her voice trailed off. "You know, very few have actually managed to put up with me as long as you have." "Are you saying I should be proud?" Sherry's eyes were on the floor, she couldn't bear to look up just yet. Her asshole still burned numbly and she couldn't shift her focus away from the load of cum inside her, making her feel disgusting. A silence hung in the room over the two women. "I could find her; the futanari that got Ada pregnant." Sherry mentally winced at hearing Ada's name being said by Jackie. Ada didn't deserve to have her name uttered by such a person as her. Jackie continued. "I could very easily find out who it was. With my connections I could have her in a week." Sherry sat still on the floor. "I could get her charged. With my connections I could get her convicted on any charge you wished. You name the punishment; A fine, prison time, or even castration, I can make it happen." Jackie's words seemed to echo in the quiet room. Sherry looked up to see a shockingly serious look on Jackie's face. She realized Jackie was being sincere. Silence fell upon the room once more. Sherry thought back to Ada, lying face down in bed, unaware she had just been violated. She remembered the despair in her chest from her grades in the past semester. She felt cum slowly drip from her pained asshole and remembered the humiliation of the past week. She remembered marrying Ada in a cold courthouse and how neither family knew. She thought of Ada's growing belly and the child that was growing inside her. "No." Sherry quietly said. "No?" Jackie said in surprise. "Getting revenge wouldn't change anything." "She ruined your life." "No" Sherry said sternly, "I did. It was my fault Ada was too drunk to even know who it was, and it was my fault I left alone like that. And this," Sherry gestured towards her lewd outfit and the small pool of cum on the floor, "it the fucked up way of how I'm fixing it." Both women sat in silence; Jackie was staring at the floor lost in thought. Sherry shivered from her sweat covered body, her threads of clothing doing a poor job of keeping her warm. Jackie nodded and said "Alright." Standing up and striding towards the door of the empty apartment she stopped and said "The usual time tomorrow, come here and say my name to the front desk." Before throwing the door open and disappearing. \*\*\*\*\* I returned to the lounge with Cass to find the table empty, both Mari and Kris nowhere to be found. "Huh, I wonder who won..." I thought aloud. Cass responded to me with a shrug. I walked with Cass back to the main lobby. A sharply dressed attendant held the door open for us as we entered the cool evening air. Cass waved to a nearby valet who immediately scurried over and took my ticket. "So, about these stories of yours..." Cass casually muttered. "I'll be changing the names, and I won't even mention Ark." "Oh, no I was just going to make sure you're coming back next week." Cass said wide-eyed. Nobody from the evening apparently cared I was about to publish stories of their sex lives to the masses. I smiled. "I think I would like that." Cass smiled back and nodded, "Good! You might want to work on your poker skills though." I furrowed my brow. "Really? But I wasn't the first one out! I even knocked out Jackie." "She never wins when she brings one of her pets" Cass rolled her eyes, "She usually throws so she can sneak off with them." I suddenly remembered we had left Cass alone with Sherry in the apartment. I tried not to think about what might be going on behind the closed door. I was jerked to attention by the valet arriving with my car. Cass whistled "wow, first car huh?" I gave a tip to the valet who tossed me my keys and shrugged. Some may describe my car as a 'shitbox', but I liked to think of it as thrifty. I waved goodbye and began the drive home. As I left the world of the nursery I mentally briefed myself on all I had learned. Kris's first time with Sam would make an excellent educational piece for her inexperienced readers. A write-up of Kyouko's romp with Mari would probably entice her more curious audience members. I gave a small shiver as I remembered Jackie's ravaging of her principal from high school, the more kinky readers would probably get a kick out of it. I arrived home and began typing up a draft and continued until the sun rose. \*\*\*\*\* Sherry approached the front desk of The Guardian Angel in her casual jeans and t-shirt. Jackie always gave her slutty outfits to change into so dressing in anything other than comfort clothing was a waste of time. Bags drooped under her eyes, Sherry had spent most of the evening in her dorm bathroom attempting to remove Jackie's seed from her bowls, but no matter how long she tried she still felt the disgusting slime inside her. The receptionist gave her a large sealed envelope with her name on it. Giving a sigh Sherry plopped down on a nearby couch and tore open the envelope. Inside were several other envelopes, a room key, and a letter. Expecting some kind of fucked-up instructions she flipped open the letter. *Sherry,* *No doubt by this point you believe me to be a monster, a belief that is not incorrect. Your resolve is to be commended for putting up with me and my abuses for so long, I wasn't just pulling a line on you when I said many don't make it as far as you. I know it sounds bizarre, but thank you for the past week.* *I hope someday you learn to forgive yourself for what happened to Ada. As much as you blame yourself for what happened that night, I know you would never have knowingly wished that to happen to her.* *For the abuses you've endured by me, no simple apology could ever make up for. Regardless I'll do my best.* *The room key in this package is your promised referral to Ark nursery, you have been granted access to a room in the Guardian Angel along with all the perks that comes with it. I assigned you to a room on a different floor from the one last evening, but with the same level of luxury, I hope it is to your liking.* *The envelopes are letters of recommendation written by Mari. She holds enough influence and prestige that they should be enough to grant you a significant scholarship and entrance to any medical school in the Midwest regardless of your grades. I know we have a competent school within city limits, but if you should decide to attend a distant school Angel will be able to grant you similar housing in an appropriate Nursery nearby.* *I realize this doesn't make up for all that I've done to you, but I hope it's at least a start.* *\~Jackie* Sherry sobbed.

Title: A Special Dessert by chickenboy Tags: Avian, Female, Kiwi, M/F, M/M, Male, Transformation, Transgender A special Dessert John walked into the house, smiling as he turned over the small glass phial in his palm with the semi-translucent fluid sloshing back and forth within it. He'd had it made just for that day, saving as much as he could in order to pay the alchemist, having the man whip up something particularly crafty and effective. He and his long-time girlfriend, Kelsey, were going to celebrate their anniversary that night. Dinner, a movie at home, and fun later, of which the potion he now carried was to play an important part. The liquid was a special, mystical elixir, distilled from the sexual essence of the great demons inhabiting the lands. Such creatures were not evil, just rather self-serving, and typically let people live their lives as long as their own needs were met. Every so often, though, they would give gifts and favors into the hands of the humans, which often became highly sought after. The substance John held was one such thing, widely known as D-cum, but with potential far exceeding its common, almost demeaning use name. Alone, the substance had the power to transform the people it touched into strange and bizarre beings of pure sexual form and nature. Widely produced and sought after, many people desired it for its ability to grant new traits or cause drastic, lasting alterations, giving them the ability to indulge in carnal pleasures many had never dreamed of before. In the hands of trained alchemists, however, it could be made into tonics and elixirs that could induce milder, typically controllable transformations, catering more to the specific needs or desires of those they were made for. If a man wanted a pair of breasts, or a woman wanted some male equipment, there were potions for that. But such needs were remarkably tame compared to some requests, with some people undergoing full body metamorphoses, sometimes temporarily, sometimes not, and into whole manners of human-like, animalists or more carnal forms. John and Kelsey had played around with the potions before, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Sometimes they would come up with strange, fun little games to build their fantasies, sometimes even drawing from real life. While John's profession as an archivist had never been glamorous, he had found their "naughty librarian" bit both comical and exciting. Kelsey, a little more brash as were other people who worked as police officers, occasionally brought out her cuffs and nightstick and let things go where they would. Always the potions played a part, making the situations all the more outlandish and thrilling to the lovers. But these had come from very regular alchemists of little renown, with skill adequate to their standing. Their experiences had typically been just the modifications of a few traits, and not to great degrees. Moreover, the often unpredictable nature of the potions combined with the alchemists' lack of any true higher knowledge of the art had left John bearing a permanent mark from one such foray. Hidden in his pants, the young man was the owner of not one, but two rather sizeable phalluses, each nearly eight inches when fully erect, with his impressively large sac containing four sizable testes. Not that he was complaining, though. It was, by comparison, a rather mild transformation, and one he could easily live with as long as he wore loose fitting pants. Life had gone on, and the increased virility had not gone unnoticed by him or his girlfriend. But then, that also led to his only complaint, his very frequent and strong states of arousal, often leading to embarrassing consequences, and both questioning and longing looks from other women nearby. The potion he held, however, he had obtained from one of the most renowned and skilled alchemists in the region, a man with literally decades of skill and a very large and thoroughly satisfied client base. It had been expensive, but John knew it would be worth it. This was a potion for not just one night, but for spans of time beyond which he couldn't guess. The whole time he had been in the old man's office, laying out what effects he wanted the potion to have, he kept his mind not on the inevitable erotic exploits he would have, but on his loving, beautiful, tender Kelsey. She was unlike any woman he had ever dated or been with before. The fact they had been together more than five years without even one major fight, and felt more drawn to one another day by day was testament to how much they were meant for each other. Yet despite their apparent suitability, and much pressure from friends and family, something always held them back from taking the last, big step in their relationship and tying the knot. But then, neither of them particularly cared, either. They were as close as any married couple could be already, having a working, steady relationship, a very healthy sex life, and a genuine and deep seeded love that had filled their hearts. In short, they were just the sorts people look at and know they would be together for the rest of their lives. If there was one flaw John could see with what they had, it was, regrettably, with Kelsey. It was nothing she said or did, at least not explicitly, but it was in the way she carried herself from day to day, especially in her job. She was already a cop before he had met her, and took pride in what she did. But there was always a deep sadness and anxiety in her that John saw. As the saying among police goes, "no one sees what they see", and there were days when that showed especially true. There was many a time when John had come home to find Kelsey doing her best not to burst into tears, or just sitting unmoving, gazing out the window for hours. Even during their lovemaking at times, something would set her off, and Kelsey would fly into a rage or depression. And over the course of the years, he had noticed it taking a toll. He had done his best to comfort her, but he wanted to do more than that, wishing to take it all away. This year, he thought to himself, he would give her that gift. The potion would make certain of that. Kelsey would have nothing more to worry about, and be able to live a quiet, simple life together with him. Setting the glass vial carefully aside, John went in and began to make dinner, the thoughts of what was to come weighing heavily on his mind. As he set about preparing her special dessert, John retrieved the phial, pouring its contents over the confection before placing it in the fridge. He dimmed the lights, lit the candles and set out the plates just as he heard her car pulling up. With an audible pop that startled her as she walked in, Kelsey saw him standing and holding the now uncorked wine bottle, surprised and thrilled at the site laid out before her. She flung her arms around her boyfriend, planting a kiss on his lips before heading back to change out of her uniform, making sure to throw a few hip swings in his direction as she did. The dinner was excellent, John taking pride in his culinary abilities, and the two talked for a time over several glasses of wine until he felt the time was right. Excusing himself, he hurried into the kitchen to fetch dessert. He pulled the small tart from the fridge, a small bit of pastry adorned with slices of a vibrant green fruit, the syrup-potion glaze looking sticky sweet over the entire thing. John knew kiwis were Kelsey's absolute favorite fruit, and when he brought it out, sure enough, she could not turn it down. John looked on with an intent smile as she ate, tactfully turning down the offer of the last bite. As she licked her fingers clean, John felt his twin cocks stirring in anticipation. They spent a short time afterwards watching a movie, all the while the demon essence had been saturating her body. Some of the side effects had begun already, Kelsey becoming restless and fidgety. All too soon, she turned the television off, and peremptorily grabbed John's hands, pulling him to the bedroom. Her blood was up, and she almost tore the clothes off both of them before shoving her man onto the bed, flinging herself atop his naked form. They rolled together in the sheets, kissing deeply, before Kelsey sat up, threw the cover away from John's lower body, exposing his two generous manhoods. She caressed them, one hand running up and down each length. As pleasurable as it had been when he had but one organ, John's pleasure was magnified not just double, but exponentially from the feeling of his throbbing shafts being pleasured. Each stroke of Kelsey's soft, subtle hands made him shiver in delight. It would be one of the things he would dearly miss about her once the change happened. Kelsey loved the feel and texture, the exotic look her lover had with his twin wangs and the engorged scrotum holding the four large orbs within it. She looked him over, he was tone but not buff, and had a bit of a tummy to be sure, but she cared not for such menial things. In moments like that, he was the ideal male, and she wanted nothing more than to show him how much she yearned for his touch, his pleasure and for him to return the favor. She seemed even more eager and energetic than was usual, but that subtle fact was lost on them, as caught up as they were in the moment. As Kelsey bent forward, kissing and licking the tip of his left shaft while still massaging his right, she barely noticed the slight tingling beginning to spread out from her stomach. If anything it magnified her desire, making her step up her pace. Dragging her tongue from base to tip made John shiver and moan, drawing streams of pre out of both lengths, helping to lubricate the work of her hands on his second shaft. She repeated the motion, savoring the salty, musky flavor of her man as more fluids drooled out. She could tell John was thoroughly enjoying her gentle play, but the desire in her had built up too much, and she was in no mood to take things slowly. Rising, she straddled his body in a half-sideways position, holding the twin shafts one in each hand. In a quick, deft motion she had gotten plenty of practice with, Kelsey lowered herself, letting the near rock hard tips press firmly against both her cunny and her tight sphincter. Already lubed by his own juices, John sighed in ecstatic bliss as he felt the lips and ring spread open, letting his members slide into her body in unison. Kelsey let herself gently onto the twin poles that now impaled her, driving her mad with pleasure. Slowly, inch by painstaking inch, she lowered herself ever more until she felt the slight tug of resistance, a sign her lover's shafts were stretched about as far apart as he could manage. Undaunted, she let herself rise, drawing both shafts out until only the tips remained within her, then quickly lowered herself once more, plunging the erect meat hammers back in. She repeated this action again, and again, and again, each time reveling in the unique, intense feelings that were overcoming her. Kelsey loved this perhaps most of all the various positions or techniques they tried, as there was something that just seemed to elevate the experience. Even on the odd occasion when they had indulged in a threesome, the feeling of two men pounding her still didn't compare. Something about being pleasured in both spots simultaneously by the same man, the one she was madly in love with, was the biggest turn on in the world. John felt almost the same way, loving not just the carnal pleasures unique to his situation, but also subconsciously aware of how much joy and pleasure he was giving his love. In the brief windows of clear thought he experienced between thrusts, John mourned that he would greatly miss these moments as well. After an uncounted number of minutes, Kelsey stepped up her pace, desperate to let the tension of their passion be released. The odd tingling had continued to intensify, now an ever present feeling that spurred her onwards towards one end. With the apparent drive of a rutting stallion, Kelsey worked John for all he was worth. Beneath her, John did his best to hold back, savoring every exquisite moment, knowing it would be their last time like this. But like a dam in heavy storms, he inevitably succumbed, and the floodgates opened to unleash the torrent. His members exploded deep inside Kelsey, flooding her cunt and rear with hot, sticky seed. Jet after jet erupted into his lover, his orgasm going on for what to him felt like hours. As he came down from the sexual high, panting and gasping for air, he could still feel Kelsey trying to work his softening shafts. Looking up at her in his daze, he saw her intense expression, the look of almost disappointment as she tried to coax his twin penises back to life. For an instant he had that sense of shame, but then remembered what the alchemist had said. John was warned that in the first stages of the change, she would have an almost maddened sexual drive as her hormones kicked in, aiding the elixir in its work, and that once in that state, the rest would soon follow. Kelsey moaned in frustration as both shafts slipped from her body. Looking down, even from her squat position, the woman had a sudden feeling of vertigo. John caught her as she slumped forward, but she rolled away, clumsily getting to her feet and staggering a short distance away while leaning against the wall for support. She turned, facing John with a confused look overcoming her lust driven angst. She cringed as she felt her insides knot and twist, and even in the dim light of their darkened room, John saw her lower belly bulge slightly, and a sudden torrent of fluid dribble from her feminine folds. Kelsey gasped at the sudden orgasm, but it did nothing to slake her lust. Yet even as horny as she still was, the young woman couldn't help but notice the weight resting in her abdomen. Each small movement of her body seemed to cause something inside to shift, sending small twangs of pleasure up her spine. Nearly doubling over, Kelsey struggled to catch her breath as a sudden muscle contraction hit her, centered around the now distinctive weight inside her. She fell to her knees on the drenched carpet as another contraction hit. She clenched her eyes shut as contraction after contraction rippled though her, feeling her innards spasm and move in turn. Soon, though, the nature of the spasms changed, and with each clenching and unclenching, the weight inside seemed to get pushed down. Kelsey's eyes went wide as she experienced the strangest feeling she had ever felt, feeling her cervix dilate and the weight, now assuredly an object, slip into her birth canal. In the mix of fear and confusion, she could almost admit that the feeling was incredibly pleasing, the best way she could think to describe it was as being fucked, but from the inside. John, meanwhile, lay on the bed watching the spectacle unfold. Kelsey sat on her knees, legs spread wide apart and leaning back, as if making easier access to her most sensitive areas. Her pussy constantly dripped clear, viscous fluid, small squirts jetting out with each contraction. As Kelsey felt the mass moving inside her, so John began to see the outward signs of the emerging object. He watched as her vaginal lips began to spread, the flesh already swollen. After several, long, tense moments, her passage gaped, fluids shimmering in the pale moonlight falling through the window. Kelsey panted, both wishing for the ordeal to be over, and for such a pleasurable scenario to continue. She could feel herself stretched by whatever was working its way out, but strangely, she seemed to also feel 'it' as well. Every time the object moved, her walls went alight with feeling, and conversely, when she clenched down around it, she could feel the confining pressure squeezing, likewise riddling her body with sensation. She pushed, trying to force it out faster, but it seemed to have lodged itself in one spot as a few more knots inside her worked themselves out. She could feel it along its length, extending all the way up to her womb, which at the moment was the epicenter of the churning, twisting, distorting feelings in her gut. All at once things seemed to be swelling, shrinking and turning over, and there simply was no way to describe the overpowering helplessness she felt despite her audible, labored groans of pleasure. On the bed, John could only gaze on in rapt fascination, his members having sprung back to full arousal watching Kelsey, knowing she was adrift in the sea of feelings. He wanted to help her, but knew there was nothing to be done except let it run its course. And in impatient eagerness, he waited for the real show to begin. Kelsey tried again to push at the object, but her muscles no longer heeded her. She felt them clenching, building up a great deal of tension, like a spring wound too tight. She panted and groaned, feeling like something imminent was about to happen. The tension built until with a violent shiver, it released. Kelsey bucked her hips forward and screamed, a gush of fluid spilling from her cunt followed by the emergence of a long, slick, tapering tube of flesh, followed by two round orbs concealed in flesh dropping out of behind the rod of flesh. Both their eyes went wide as they looked at the new prominent male organs sticking from her crotch. Kelsey's face was a mix of terror and fascination, her gaze fixed on the new asset between her legs, the warm air making the moist skin tingle. John, who was expecting the change, was still shocked and surprised at seeing it happen firsthand, and just how well the potion had worked did take him aback. In one moment, his girlfriend had become so well-endowed that it threatened to put him with his two cocks and four nuts to shame. The enormous organ protruding from her swollen lips had to be at least eleven inches long, its base was thick as both his members held together, curved upwards and tapered down until its head flared out proudly, slightly more pointed than a typical human's. It was still very definitely human-shaped, but just different enough to give it a rather exotic look. The testicles, meanwhile, were at least the size of large eggs. Kelsey stared unbelieving at the glistening shaft, all the while feeling an odd itching sensation from around the newly exposed mal anatomy, which as it turned out, were the last traces of her feminine lips fusing shut around the shaft, erasing her femininity forever. Slowly, tentatively, she extended her hand, running her fingertips along its length. She gasped in surprised exhilaration at the merest touch, goosebumps spreading over her skin as the feelings coursed through her. This latest development proved too much for Kelsey to take, and her mind gave over fully to the driving, burning lust and the strange but undeniably breathtaking sensations her body was feeling. The last shreds of resistance dissolved away, and her eyes seemed to unfocus as her, or rather 'his', mind now subconsciously accepted his new place not as a woman, or even a human, but a proud male creature eager to feel the joys of its new body. Kelsey knew instinctually, the effects of the potion no doubt, that he must see the changes through, and surrender his flesh to the forces reshaping his form. Kelsey reached out, fingers curling around the moist flesh. The mere touch was enough to excite a shiver and small squirt of pre from the massive organ. Paying no heed to John, sitting on the bed with two now raging hard-ons between his thighs, Kelsey slowly began to stroke up and down along his own length. Kelsey's eyes, though blank, seemed to still burn with an inner fire, a longing more powerful than any ever experienced before. As Kelsey continued to stroke and massage the aching shaft, John saw more changes starting in earnest. With Kelsey sitting prostrate directly before him, John had the best possible view of the transformation. Kelsey continued to stroke the engorged phallus, heedless of the changes proceeding at an ever faster rate. Kelsey's bosom, while never overly ample but not in any way petite either, began to shrink and deflate, soon leaving a chest that while still having the feminine curves, would almost be more at home on a scrawny man. All the while, the goosebumps which had sprung up from the jolts of pleasure had not vanished. If anything, they had seemed to grow in both number and size. First from the pre-soaked region around her swollen nether lips, where the enormous cock emerged from its host, soft, brown down began to push forth out of Kelsey's skin, followed soon by longer, narrower ones that more resembled fur than feathers. Mottled gray-brown in color, the layers of plumage soon covered Kelsey's crotch, moving out to engulf the hips, lower belly and beyond. Kelsey's legs were next to change, thighs bulking up with muscle as the hip bone began to expand. Kelsey lost his balance, falling from his knees onto his back to free his trapped appendages. Resuming the ministration on the drooling member, Kelsey paid no attention to how the legs continued to reshape, growing stouter, the upper portions shortening while the ankles lengthened at the same time. Kelsey's feet began to lengthen and reshape as well, the two outer tows on each foot being absorbed, leaving only three digits on each foot that soon looked unmistakably like those of a bird, quickly sprouting short, black nails on each. The knees and thighs repositioned, moving to hold the upper parts tucked closer to the body. All the while the feathers had continued to sprout, moving more quickly down to cover the upper legs, knees, and calves, all the way down to the new distorted ankles where they abruptly stopped. The reshaped feet were quickly covered in rough, gray, scaly skin, completing their changes. As the transformation progressed upwards, Kelsey could feel his mind torn as the sensations of the change tried to overcome the driving pleasure he was getting from the fondling of his new anatomy. With a great deal of reluctance, Kelsey gave into the urge and let go of the throbbing cock and twisted on the floor in frustrated sexual agony, but allowing the change to do its work. The feathers spread up his torso, his now very ample and curvaceous butt quickly covered in them. A short, nubby tail grew in at the base of the spine, but was quickly lost in the billowing growth of the plumage. Even as the changes progressed, Kelsey seemed to be shrinking. Slowly but steadily his body seemed to decrease in size, not greatly, but enough to be noticeable, that is, except for the great protrusion of a cock, looking ever larger by comparison. John, enraptured by the sight of his former 'girlfriend' shifting this way had turned him on more than any time he could recall. Whenever they had indulged in potions in the past, he had likewise always found the process itself a great draw. But this time was different, as John knew this would be the most drastic such change Kelsey had ever experienced, enough so to let a new chapter of their lives begin. Something began to happen to Kelsey's arms. He found at first the fingers and hands had become stiff and felt as though they were asleep. But the feeling spread up past the wrists, then elbows, all the way to the shoulders. The limbs were deadened, unresponsive. As Kelsey twisted and writhed, too overpowered with the erotic feelings to notice, the limbs began to shrink and wither. Starting slowly, with the fingers fusing and being absorbed, followed by the hand, the process crept steadily up each limb second by second, each time becoming thinner, lither, and shorter as they seemed to dissolve into themselves. As it past the elbow joints, there was scarce but nubs left. The process slowed, then stopped altogether as it reached the shoulders, leaving them and his torso otherwise untouched, but rendering Kelsey utterly armless. Now all the poor creature had was a torso, still human shaped and somewhat feminine looking, but lacking almost any other trace he had once been female. Kelsey writhed on the floor, rubbing his legs together trying to, in some way, satisfy the all-consuming need emanating from his male anatomy. As he grunted and squirmed, the feathers covered what was left of his armless torso all the way to his neck. As the first bits of down began to creep upwards, Kelsey felt a pressure like a vice grip his head, squeezing it as it began to reshape. With a pop the skull relocated, making the head angle slightly more upwards as the neck gained a bit more length. His once beautiful dark brown hair fell away as feathers grew in across the top of his head. Kelsey's forehead flattened out and ears shrank away as his face began to push out. Kelsey tried to scream, but his jaws did not respond and were sealed tightly shut. As his face slowly extended, Kelsey was aware of a searing pain in his mouth like his teeth were on fire. He began to buck and thrash wildly as suddenly he couldn't draw breath. Seconds seemed like hours as the lack of oxygen and burning pain in his jaws tortured him. Just when Kelsey thought he could stand it not more, he felt his teeth quickly begin to push forward, his lips parting around the long, hard, curving mass they were becoming. John watched from his place on the bed as from Kelsey's mouth, a brown, elongate, slightly curving beak emerged, growing out inch after inch until it was nearly two feet long. With a gasp, Kelsey flung his jaws open, the final phase of the transformation to occurring as the feathers swallowed the last bare patch of skin. Kelsey lay on his back, his cock aching for release and body reeling from the change. He panted in short, rapid gasps, yet he could not rest. Turning his head, Kelsey noticed the gleaming, mammoth erection still protruding from between his feathered legs, as if begging to be touched, fondled, and pleasured. Meanwhile, John sat in a stunned, pleased silence, looking over the strange creature with delight. His girlfriend was gone, and in her place was a giant, humanoid kiwi bird, its torso sill looking vaguely human and feminine, and its eyes transfixed on its member rising up from the rounded, ample thighs. John went wide eyed as he watched the avian curl itself forward, and tenderly take the tip of its shaft into its long, curving beak. Kelsey let his eyes roll back at the feeling, lightly clamping his beak around the sensitive rod of flesh. His long, slender tongue traced along its length, feeling the smooth texture of it as he licked and savored the taste of his own pre. What bit of apprehension over his new form might have been left vanished, thrown away in favor of the pure bliss he drew from his experience. So caught up in it was he, that he forgot about the man sitting not five feet away, looking at him in awe and longing. John softly said his name, and the kiwi creature instantly stopped, letting go of his shaft and turning his head. As the creature's eyes caught sight of the man, he felt a welling up of emotions, a fluttering of his heart, and a yearning for only him. Forgetting the driving need, Kelsey rolled onto his stomach, drawing his thick legs in under himself, and stood up. His stance was squat, like that of a true bird of his species, but he balanced easily, his torso held mostly erect and leaning forward at a slight angle. At that point John could see the change had drastically decreased Kelsey's height, now standing at a little over four and a half feet tall rather than the previous stance of nearly six foot. The feathers lay like a shaggy coat upon his body, giving a more rounded appearance than was perhaps the truest shape of his new body. The eyes had not changed much, still the vivid green color they had always been, their gaze filled with compassion and kindness, but still with the deep, underlying note of need. And between his legs was the enormous, still rather human looking phallus, now positioned to aim more forward than up as Kelsey stood and shifted his weight. He saw it twitch, still rock hard, and small drops of pre leaking from the slit at its tip. As John looked over the creature that now was Kelsey, the bird likewise examined the human. He knew him, in the most intimate ways. He had all his memories intact, of when he was human and female, and of how much he still loved the man sitting, staring at him. If anything, Kelsey's feelings for him had increased. There was an underlying instinct, a notion that penetrated everything he thought or felt, and that was his love for John, his desire to be with him always, to give himself over to the human body, mind and soul, and that nothing else in the world mattered. He was his, in every way conceivable, and Kelsey knew it through every fiber of his being. Everything else about him may have changed, but that was the one thing that never would. John was about to speak, to break the odd, silent tension that hung in the air as heavy as the warm, musky scent of sex. As he opened his mouth, Kelsey bolted forward, taking one step and springing up to land on John's lap, cuddling up to him and rubbing his head softly against the man's chin, all the while letting out a series of light, contented chirps and warbles. While John was caught by surprise, after a moment he felt wholly at ease as the bird-creature nuzzled him affectionately. He pet and caressed the soft feathers, enjoying the feel of them wherever they touched his bare skin. He would have gladly spent the rest of the hectic night in such blissful contentment, but a sudden shiver of pleasure made both of them tense and gasp. As he straddled John's body, Kelsey's still erect member had grazed against the human's twin shafts. As the shudder past, both met gazes for a moment, then looking down, John couldn't help but reach out to touch the prominent organ. Kelsey chittered in satisfaction at his touch, his fingers sliding easily along its warm, slick length. For his part, John was amazed at how well the potion had worked, not only turning his beloved into the male bird creature of his inmost fantasies, but it seemed to work too well, giving the former woman a manhood any male would kill for. As he stroked Kelsey gently in the dark room, the bird's feathered puffed out from the exhilaration of the moment, unreachable through the erotic haze. With a stroke of insight, John grinned as he repositioned the shaft, angling it to rest in the cleft between his own two. Kelsey chirped in surprise, but John had seized the initiative. He thrust his hips up, at the same time grabbing Kelsey's feathered ass and pulling his body towards him. Already amply lubed by their own fluids, the three cocks slid and ground past and against each other. Both man and bird cringed and gasped as their bodies were set ablaze with the waves of tingling pleasure. John pulled back and relaxed his grip, letting Kelsey slide away and dragging their flesh together in the opposite direction. With another quick motion john repeated the maneuver, and again slowly let their bodies drift apart. By the third repetition, Kelsey had caught on, and of his own accord thrust his hips forward, letting his shaft drag across his lovers'. How long it went on neither could guess as seconds and minutes blurred and blended together, this new means of intimacy blowing away any experience either could remember. Kelsey felt the pleasure building to near intolerable levels, but still he held back. He had to use all his will, fighting as hard as he may to let the experience last. It was not just for his own enjoyment, but more importantly it was for John, to let him experience as much as his body would physically allow. Kelsey was driven by the urge to please, knowing that giving John such joy would in turn give it to himself. But deep down, Kelsey hoped the end would be soon, as he felt the need and exhaustion overtaking him, begging for release. The two males ground their organs together, grunts and chirps filling the room as they brought themselves to the very edge. John felt his four ball churning, and Kelsey felt the two massive ones he possessed do the same, the scrotum contracting and drawing upwards as he felt himself give in at last. In the last few seconds, both could only think of the other, and in their lust they let themselves go. The timing could not have been more perfect, as simultaneously fountains of hot, thick cum erupted from the three cocks, gushing up between them and splattering their stomachs and chests with mats of the viscous stuff. John, with his extra pair, had of course been copious enough, but the streams emanating from Kelsey's body were a wonder, seeming not to slow or ebb until well past when John was spent. Kelsey's mind reeled with the experience, his first orgasm as a male, and one any other would scarcely believe. Their shafts stood proud a few moments longer, neither moving as they basked in the afterglow. Slowly, however, the moment passed, and both felt the overwhelming fatigue envelope them like a warm blanket. As they began to give in, John's members started to lose their rigidity, sinking back down to rest on his lap. The man watched while his partner's phallus did the same, deflating and hanging limp along with the large balls between his feathered hips. Kelsey felt the odd sensation as the organ lost its definition, the warm air feeling nice against the moistened, sensitive skin. With no energy left John fell backwards, his arms wrapped around Kelsey's feathered shoulders, dragging him along. The bird creature fell on top of his lover, smearing and splattering their combined seed even more. Kelsey felt sleep taking him, and fought it only long enough to give one last, affectionate nuzzle to his lover, his mate, his master. John gently kissed the head of the creature he now embraced, and fell into a deep sleep, but one he was eager to wake from to start their lives anew. It had been several months since Kelsey had undergone the change, brought about by her then boyfriend slipping a potion into her food. Anyone who saw him now would see only the avian creature that accompanied John almost everywhere. It had been hard to accept the story, and some people inevitably were put off by the once human creature, despite its pleasant demeanor and happy attitude. That first day John had awoken to a ticking sensation all over his body, opening his eyes to find Kelsey licking him clean of the previous night's emissions. Seeing him stirring, she chirped happily then began to greet him, speaking in a voice that sounded neither masculine nor feminine, but was squeaky and somewhat high pitched, almost the voice one would expect a cute, cuddly creature like that to sound like. John could only smile, and helped his lover to clean his feathers. Their days and weeks after the first night proved strenuous, however, as they had set to work rewriting their lives. People could hardly comprehend as they saw the little thing walking beside the human on the street, happy chirps emanating from its beak, its large, human looking genitals swinging beneath it as it walked, visiting office after office, registering her status as a permanent transformee, reallocating funds, and letting the kiwi put in her letter of resignation and turn in her badge. It was something to see for all assembled as the bird balanced on one leg, took the pen with the surprisingly dexterous toes, and signed all the necessary papers with apparent ease. But by the end of their first week, all was in order, and the Kelsey that was had ceased to exist. Since then, Kelsey the kiwi had accompanied her mate almost everywhere, barely being able to part with him. It was torture each day as he left for work, trying to carry on with house work or books or anything else, but sheer joy when he got home. On a few occasions, some had confused Kelsey not as a transformed human, but as some actual animal, startled when he spoke up in his own defense. The bird was a bit offended when, stopped by a police officer, heard the man tell John to keep his 'pet' on a leash. That thought he mulled over for some time, gradually feeling lees indignant, and more embracing of it. So long as he was with him, nothing else mattered, and had eventually gotten to the point of accepting such comments, and even walking around in a collar with john holding the lead. Behind closed doors, the two had made love almost every night since the change, Kelsey's own sexual appetite almost dwarfing the libido of the very well-endowed and lustful human. They tried many ways, from the trick they had done that first night, to various positions to take full advantage of John's anatomy, to simply touching and fondling for hours until one or the other could stand no more. It took Kelsey a bit by surprise when John asked if he would try being the dominant one for a change, and only with some reluctance did he agree. Something in his nature told Kelsey not to behave that way towards John, but then again it was what he asked for. As it turned out, though, it would be the second most memorable night of their lives. That night, John lay prostrate before the avian creature, both his pet and mate, his hind end raised to let him take full advantage. Kelsey began slowly, starting off by using his long tongue and beak to good measure, teasing his taint, sac, and sphincter, and letting his feathers tickle the sensitive regions. As John grew ever more aroused, Kelsey did the same, his massive hard-on emerging from its sheath. Kelsey continued his foreplay for what seemed like hours, until John had to resort to begging him to go through with it. Kelsey, in that moment, too lust driven now to object, gave into his basic instincts and flung himself forward, his mammoth shaft slipping its way past the tight ring of muscles. John cried out in shock, pain and pleasure all at once as the pole buried itself in him, slumping forward and waiting for Kelsey to begin in earnest. As gently as he could, Kelsey used his strong, dexterous feet to hold onto John's thighs, balancing on his raised ass like a perch as his shaft helped hold him in place. The initial thrust had driven only about a third of the length in, and sent bolts of pleasure up Kelsey's spine, telling his mind to continue. Slowly but firmly Kelsey pressed forward, inch after inch disappearing into John's rear. John moaned into the pillows as the kiwi tried to bury himself fully, the massive organ stretching him incredibly wide, but both of them were frustrated when Kelsey could not hilt. Undeterred, though, Kelsey slowly pulled back, drawing his member most of the way out then quickly slamming back down. On into the night it went, Kelsey alternating his pace and rhythm, but never letting himself fully emerge from his lover. He was operating on the same instinct he had done right after his change, to never let up, and never give in, to let his master enjoy the fullest measure of ecstasy imaginable. It wasn't until they had lost all sense of time or place and nearly all energy was drained from them both did Kelsey finally surrender and let himself go. Both man and bird cried out in a shared climax so spectacular that their minds went blank, and in that one instant they thought themselves free of their earthly bodies. John came back to consciousness, feeling the flood of hot fluids filling his bowels, and loving every moment of it. And Kelsey felt for the first time what it was like for a male to penetrate, to ravish, to dominate and likewise relished the experience. That night was in some way the last part of the change, as Kelsey had now fully experienced his new male side, and John was happy to have sacrificed his anal virginity to let the person he love come into his own. The two slept soundly that night, together as they had been since even before the change. They dreamed of one another, and would do so in any shape or form, for the rest of their lives.

“This is a terrible idea.” Robert looked at the vixen like he had just been gifted a poorly-knit sweater for Christmas. Of all the things he expected to receive in order to fix his financial woes, especially after his chief manager assured him that she’d found an answer to his problems, a hot piece of vulpine ass, while appreciated, was not exactly high up on his list. He was about ready to kick her out the moment he saw her, if not for the snep by his side practically begging for him to wait five minutes so the newcomer could “get ready.” Even then, he expected this to mean the vixen would have some kind of presentation and thus needed to set up a projector or a laptop, anything but getting behind the counter and grabbing a bunch of empty glasses, only to then stare at them both like she was waiting for orders or something. The manager looked sideways at her incredibly annoyed boss, silently urging her friend to show off what her special talent was, then had to turn around and physically restrain the man next to her when the busty hiree removed her shirt and plopped both breasts onto the table. Before the man could complain about it, however, he saw what he needed to see. A couple of days later, the two were walking down the brewery’s storage vats, discussing the future of the establishment and what their plans were for the next few weeks. The vixen listened intently as her new boss explained the various types of alcohol he kept in stock and how they utterly failed to get his business any attention in comparison with other, more affordable alternatives. He had expected his expert hand to lend itself to a more refined clientele, one willing to pay more money for higher quality products, but instead it just translated into one continuous financial meltdown that refused to shoot upwards or even stabilize. With the vixen’s arrival, however, he was certain that things could be made to be better, even if they had to resort to less than wholesome marketing tactics in order to make that happen. Nady’s unique biological traits allowed her to do something very few, if any others, could: it took some effort to control, even more so to master, but after years of training she could easily draw upon her special talent whenever required. And while it might be an odd choice to want to work for a craft brewery rather than making an absolute killing by going after better, more marketable targets, Nady herself had always wanted to work at a place like that; it was more intimate, more genuine in a way, not tainted by mass distribution and able to dedicate itself to the pursuit of ​true​ flavour. It was an artwork in and of itself, and one that she sought to learn and master as well. Now, obviously, being able to reproduce any drink inside of her breasts would slightly cheapen the value of even the best-crafted ale, but the vixen still needed to drink and savour it before being able to replicate it, thus making an attentive hand and sharp mind still be a requirement in the business. When she approached her friend, knowing they were working for an establishment in desperate need of help, that’s when Nady saw an opportunity to break into the world of craft brewing, even if she had to do so boob-first. Thus, it was imperative for her to become intimately familiar with every single aspect of every single brew currently kept in the storage rooms. Despite the rough first meeting, Nady learned that her new boss had a true passion for what he was doing, and the fact that his business was slowly sinking went a long way to explain his occasional disillusionment and obvious bitterness. He put a ​lot​ of effort into each brew, judging from the long-winded yet passionate rambling that came with every single damn barrel, and even though it often took a turn for the boring, the vixen had to give the man his dues for being able to remember so much, even regarding brews that he’d been working on for the better part of a ​decade​. It made her want to be like him, renewed her dreams to have her own brewery one day ​and​ slightly aroused her, for whatever reason. Her boss, meanwhile, was adamant that Nady learn everything he could teach her before sampling any of the drinks. His manager, he said, was good with the administrative and backstage affairs, but to truly succeed, a brewery must be able to stand on its own two feet with a good selection of alcoholic beverages, one that people would come from far and wide to taste. When Nady asked the obvious question, considering the business was failing and all, his face grew dark and his eyes averted hers for just long enough that the vixen learned not to ask that question ever again. She did get an answer of sorts, with him sort-of not-admitting to having bungled up the initial marketing campaign, leaving them relatively obscure in a city that was already teeming with other opportunities to get wasted on cheap beer. Word of mouth only so went so far, and thus while they consistently got good reviews from the few customers they ​did get, it just wasn’t enough to pay for overhead. That’s where ​she​ came in. As much as her boss detested the idea of having to resort to such cheap tactics, he had to buckle before the might of the capitalist system; it was either sacrifice some of his morals in the short run or go out of business and send everyone out into the gutter, potentially ruining a whole generation of dedicated brewers before their careers could even get off the ground. And if there was anything he refused to do, it was chop away at the already fragile foundation of what he deemed a “lost art”; not exactly the truth, all things considered, but the sheer passion behind the words made Nady let loose a small “Wow…” of genuine amazement. The preparations for the vixen’s first day were already underway, with the manager being in charge of coming up with a brand new marketing approach, one that would make good use of Nady’s unique talents. The idea was that the initial influx of customers, attracted by the prospect of getting a high-quality drink directly from the “tap”, as it were, would eventually peter out, leaving behind only those who truly appreciated the quality in the spirits themselves, rather than who or what they came out of. It was a risky move, potentially bordering on being an outright pipe dream, but it was just about the only way anyone involved could see the brewery climbing out of the financial pit it had dug for itself. Therefore, Nady’s training consisted both of learning the various specificities behind the brews and being instructed on proper serving technique; it wasn’t just enough that she could “lactate” alcohol on demand, a certain amount of ​flair​ and ​style​ was required if they wanted to keep the establishment’s image. Sure, it’d take a bit of a hit when it was being performed by a vixen baring her tits for everyone to see, but now was not the time to be picky. The biggest hurdle came when they had to figure out a solution to the obvious problem: Nady only had two breasts, and therefore could only ever produce two distinct drinks at a time. She could change them on a dime if required, but a sample was required. Thus, and much to the consternation of the owner, who insisted it would foul the flavour, a large keg of each brew was taken up to the front counter, kept hidden from view so that Nady could easily produce any item on the menu. What no one really thought about was what kind of effect this would have on her body, and not just the actual ​alcohol​ content; that Nady would get tipsy was a given, considering what she was offering to do, but none of the people involved spared a single thought to what might happen to an already-adaptable body being forced to cycle through so many different types of production in such little time. Even Nady herself, who usually kept a good enough head on her shoulders to think things through, was swept away by the sudden upsurge in hopeful thinking, allowing herself to believe that, against all odds, they’d be able to put the business back on track and get themselves on the road to success! And then her first day happened. The marketing campaign had been, for all intents and purposes, a resounding success, far more than their boss could’ve ever hoped for. The downside to it was that the kind of customers it attracted were obviously far less interested in the ​drinks​ than they were in the person serving them. It all banked on the assumption that only the interested ones would remain, hence why Nady could even swallow her pride and keep on serving people who were very clearly only there because of her tits. Nonetheless, the opening night turned into a frenzied flurry of activity, bringing in so much well-needed money that her boss was left smiling for once, while the manager’s eternally-anxious demeanour calmed down just long enough for her to enjoy a coffee for its flavor for the first time in goodness knows how long. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once the doors closed at around midnight… everyone except Nady. She should’ve thought of the consequences beforehand. Hell, even during the rush she was feeling her actions coming back to bite her and still insisted on carrying on despite all the signs that she should be stopping immediately. Her need to help, as well as her desire to break into the business, kept her going far past the point where the vixen should’ve turned around and asked for a five minute break; after saying goodbye for the night and driving home as fast as possible, her real challenge began. Forced to swap out between multiple different types of brew in quick succession, it wasn’t just enough for her tits to change what came out of them; seeing as they acted like kegs themselves, they had to work on overdrive to change whatever was inside of them so there wouldn’t be any mix-up in terms of taste. While the process itself was quick enough that Nady didn’t need to let anyone wait for too long, it ​did​ have the side-effect of slowly bloating her out as the night went on. It was unnoticeable at first, but the compound effect mounted on itself until, by the time the doors closed, the backed-up drinks inside of her chest made putting her shirt back on more or less an impossibility. It took her ten minutes just to get the topmost button in place, after which it flew off, hit the wall, and left her wanting to shout to get her feelings out. Considering the road was clear and she had her own garage, the vixen decided to forget about decency and drive home completely topless, though given the smell left inside of her car after she did that… there were regrets. Locked inside of her bathroom, Nady took a good look at herself. Her breasts had swollen so much that her back demanded she go lie down, or at least do something about the sudden increase in weight. Never had she considered that putting that much strain on her tits would lead to that result; if anything, the vixen thought that she’d end up ​smaller​ thanks to all the draining, but her body clearly had other ideas. She quite enjoyed the look though, to be perfectly honest; if not for how painful it was to carry around, Nady might actually have had to think twice before doing something to her size, especially considering how ​sloshy​ it was. She wasn’t at all unfamiliar with anything like that, what with her bosom being what it was, but it had been so long since they’d last inflated to that degree that the vixen had completely forgotten what it felt like. It was simultaneously power, dominance and a non-insignificant amount of pure joy at being able to be that big without having to spend money on expanders for all that extra noisy goodness. Still, there was a uniform regulation to maintain and she couldn’t fit in it in her current state, so the vixen turned to face her bathtub, let her breasts hang over the edge, and got to milking herself. The draining session took the better part of an hour and left her feeling ​incredibly​ tipsy just from the smell alone. Without an ounce of milk between the two of her sweater puppies, her bathroom was left reeking of booze, an unwelcome addition to her household even if they ​were two well-crafted brews. Her work wasn’t done just because her breasts were back to their old size; Nady had to spend so long cleaning the tub and rinsing out the smell that, by the time she was finished, it was halfway to sunrise and she was feeling like collapsing and just sleeping there on the cold floor. Absolutely exhausted, she dragged herself back to bed, put her absorbent pads back on, and went to sleep. Thankfully dry by the time morning came, most of her day was spent trying to come up with ideas on how to deal with the stuffing her tits got. Assuming that the number of customers would rise after such a successful debut, something her boss assured her would happen, she’d have even less time between customers to deal with the bloating. The biggest issue with that wasn’t even size​ as much as it was the cumulative effects of having to constantly shuffle around brews inside of her tits; the more the vixen worked them into overdrive, the higher the odds of their flavour being ruined by cross-contamination, ruining the whole point of even having her there to begin with. Something had to be done, but any solution she could come up with was either impracticable or much too expensive for her to consider… unless… There was always ​him​. It’d be humiliating to some degree, not to mention quite likely to rile up the crowd even more than they already had been before, but it was the only way she could think of to keep her tits under control ​and​ avoid any dreaded fouling. The trip over to the dairy farm, at least, was mercifully short, even if the reunion with her old friend was incredibly embarrassing, especially given that he had to help her load the machine onto the back of the car. Awkward goodbyes were exchanged, and the vixen was off to the brewery. To say her boss was surprised at seeing her drag a milking pump into the building would be an understatement, though it was less his usual irritation and more a lack of words to describe what was going on inside his head. He ​knew​ why it was there, but lacked the ability to express how befuddled the vixen’s choice had made him, choosing to just nod quietly and let her do her thing when Nady asked if she could set up the machine behind the counter. As was expected, the influx of customers that night was even higher than the previous one, courtesy of both the marketing campaign and all the word of mouth that came from having someone like the vixen working in the establishment. As the first couple of hours went by with dozens upon dozens of orders, Nady thanked herself for having taken the initiative earlier that day, even ​if​ she only got a few seconds every other minute to relieve the pressure; it was more than enough to help compared to the previous night’s constant filling. This, of course, left her quite surprised when suddenly the machine wasn’t working as well as it had been. At first, Nady assumed that maybe it was just the holding tank filling up, but a quick look at it revealed the cylinder to barely be a quarter-full; nevertheless, the pressure inside of her chest was mounting even quicker than in her first night there, leaving everyone around her in a state of barely-disguised panic as the vixen’s tits began to visibly grow despite the numbers of customers asking for refills having plateaued. Nady herself was looking at her boss with wide eyes, unable to explain what was happening, right before the milker’s suction cups were overloaded and popped off her thumb-sized teats, falling loudly onto the ground and letting everyone hear as two gouts of ale began splattering onto the floor. Nady was absolutely ​enormous​ by that point, easily bigger than she had been by the end of her first shift, and still her body refused to stop; despite the vixen deliberately trying to hold back the tide, her breasts continued to produce the two brews they were last calibrated for like they were being actively drained, until, in a moment of desperation, the vixen brought all of her strength to bear and heaved those two colossal mounds onto the counter, slamming them down heavily enough for every customer to turn their heads toward her. What they saw were the tips of Nady’s ears poking out the top of two gigantic, furred kegs, leaking heavily enough for the flow of booze to turn into two small arcs, gurgling and churning loudly enough to overpower the background chatter. The counter began to groan under the weight, the vixen herself barely holding back her mindless moaning as the effects of the alcohol began to take her over. Soon enough, the first few brave customers got up from their seats and approached her, believing this to just be another stunt; eager as they were to drink straight from the tap, they didn’t notice the rest of the staff looking like they’d just seen a ghost. Then again, Nady’s boss had to hand it to his new worker; he’d never seen so many people clamoring for his drinks before.

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

Title: Chapter 2: Apparition by AzureFlameKite Tags: Action, Bear, Kissing, M/M, Raccoon, Tiger, Wolf Apparition The large wolf dashed into the front door of the apartment, sliding across the hardwood floor. The door slammed shut behind him, the wall vibrating from the force. He dashed into the living room, taking a quick. The wolf lost his balance, slamming into a large desk. The phone fell on his head and he muttered a curse, "Shit!" He rubbed his head and began regaining his bearings. He snatched the phone up and punched numbers in at a rapid rate of speed. His fingers blurred on the last few numbers, his form shaking with apprehension. The phone purred out mixed dial tones as he listened in great intensity. He rocked and bounced back in forth, biting on his claws. A tenor voice picked up the phone, "Moshi Moshi," He launched into hasty speech, all of his anticipation pouring out at once, "What the hell Miatsu Kun?! You where supposed to be online an hour ago. I've just been killing level 20 monsters on my own waiting for you ya know!" Miatsu chuckled dryly, "Ha ha ha, I'm sorry Toruko. Tsuyo kun hasn't shown up yet and I'm getting kind of worried," Toruko rubbed his temples in frustration, "Look, Just get your ass in there as soon as possible." Miatsu sat quiet for a while and asked, "Maybe you should take a break, you know...for a couple days." Toruko nodded his head, "I can't believe you just said that Miatsu. You know as long as Aokouen is in there, I will never EVER give up...you got that?" Miatsu was silent for a while, and then his tenor voice cut through the line, "I know, I'm sorry." Toruko sighed, "Its fine. Just make sure you come in this time, I'm tired of being the only one in the Guild home." The wolf on the other end answers, "Alright, I will... promise." Toruko pushed the off button and put the phone back on the charger. He walked out of the living room and into a narrow hallway. He felt his bare paws slap across the cold hardwood floor. He made it to the end and pushed a small door open. The scent of blueberries was the first thing that caught his senses. His legs became lead as he walked into the room, his face lined in pain. He walked up to the large bunk bed and fell to his knees. The bottom bunk was void of anything except a crease in the center of a pillow lying at the end of the bed. His own top bunk had been cluttered with hundreds of papers, books, and other useless trash. But Aokouen's bunk was always clean; it was always void of any error or flaw. He bent down and smelled the comforter, then proceeded to bury his face in it. He wailed into the comforter, sobbing uncontrollably. He thumped his fist into the side of the bed in anger and contempt, but then stopped. He felt only pure fury set in; he raised his head and set his fiery eyes on the far desk. He walked up to the desk and stared at it, on its surface rested two headsets and two controllers. He bent down and hesitated; he reached over and grabbed the one initialed A.K. He decided if he was going to find Aokouen, It would be with his headset alone. He snatched up the controller and flicked it on. The headset fit snuggly on his head, making it easier to keep on his face. He chuckled to himself when he remembered Aokouen and him fighting over who should get which headset. Now he was using Aokouen's. He flipped the headset on and it flashed white, slowly filling with color. An automated voice flowed out of the headset, "Welcome to THE WORLD R:X" He smiled lightly and signed in as his usual character, Toruko. He clicked submit and the screen flashed again, "Thank you and enjoy your stay in THE WORLD," He saw colors rapidly change, hues begin to grow and multiply in size. Everything around him spun and zigzagged left and right, then suddenly...everything stopped. He stared into the open air, unsure of his first move. The capital was bustling as usual, people chatting with friends, players trading in the market, even younger children ran by holding the strangest of rare items. He loved how the world could change its rating from E to M depending on the filter put in any individual headset. Children usually got the Safety headset, which allowed them to get the full experience of the game, without swearing or blood and gore. A teenager's headset allowed them to get mild swearing and some gore, but an adult headset always has a gore and intense language setting. This made THE WORLD accessible to anyone of any age. He saw adults, children, even seniors playing THE WORLD. He walked past other players, hands jammed in his pockets. He scanned the town square eyeing people as they past by. He stopped suddenly at the site of a young Dual Edge sitting on a nearby bench. He reminded him of Aokouen so much, the Devil May Care look on his face, his nonchalant slouch. His whole demeanor screamed Aokouen, but this man was not Aokouen. He was taller and bulkier, he was muscular yet slightly chubby, but most of all, he was a bear. Toruko walked over to him and took a carefree pose, "So, you're the one who sent in the guild request aren't you?" The bear looked up, scanning the White Adept Rogue up and down, "Yeah, why?" He smiled wickedly, "Well, I'm the guild leader. I'm responsible for handling any requests that come in and out." The Bear began to chuckle, "Ha ha ha. You're the guild leader? You?! Your only level 23!" The wolf chuckled slightly with him, and then slammed a foot into his chest, "You listen to me smartass, its not always about the level. It takes real talent to do what I can and let me tell you. I've Pk'ed guys twice your level." He got closer to the bear and whispered in his ear, "So don't fuck with me....got it?" The bear only stared wide eyed. He nodded lightly, his body in real life shaking slightly. Toruko took his foot off the bear's chest and smiled, "I don't think you can join...not yet anyway." The bear stuttered, "W-w-Why the hell not?!" Toruko chuckled darkly, "Because.... You're pathetic," Toruko stalked away, waving a slight farewell, "Ciao," The bear started to steep in his growing fury. He picked himself up and walked hastily to the chaos gate, "Pathetic am I, little fucker. I'm gonna show him whose pathetic!" He got up to the Chaos gate and thought for a moment, "Think I'll go try out the new field," he mutters slightly, his bass voice coming out gruff, " **?** Gatling armored Homefront," The chaos gate rattled and spun, gold rings passing over his able frame. The scene changed much more rapidly then logging on did, it just flashed from one area to the next. He stared out into the open field. He could see broken down war machines and futuristic devices scattered across the ground. Turrets littered trenches and towers lined the horizons, along with a large snow covered stone wall. He jumped down from the chaos gate, landing by a tree and scanning the battlefield. The young Adept rogue raised his Twin blades up, scanning the open field. A large mech like creature cut its way through a steel wall, charging towards the wolf with incredible speed. He stared at the level thirty monster and cackled, "Bring it!" The monster leapt into the air, coming down on the Adept rogue. He flipped to the side, dodging the blow, causing the Monsters blade to become buried in the ground. The Adept Rogue dashed forward, cartwheeling across the ground. He had turned himself into a spinning deathwheel. He slammed into the monster, cutting of one of his legs. It stumbled, crashing to the ground. Even though the Adept Rogue was nowhere near the level required to kill it, he had successfully outsmarted and crippled it. He reached behind his back and pulled out a long Katana, he walked up to the monster and began slashing at it while it was down. It thrashed about, screaming in agony. He continued to slash wildly, draining its health a little at a time. Once it reached desired half heath, the Adept Rogue pulled a bomb out of his pocket. He laid it next to the monster and dashed out. The mech began to thrash about, trying to get into a standing position. Intead that only made it worse, the monster hit the motion sensor and was blown to bits. The explosion caused the ground to shake and tremble, smoke rising high into the air. A fiery plume could be seen from the bear, standing no more then a few yards away. He couldn't believe what he just saw, a level 15 Adept Rogue take down a level 30 monster. The Adept Rogue stared at the bear from a distance and then dashed at him. He felt fear well up inside his chest, he was certain this guy was gonna PK his ass. He pulled out his Dual blades and stood at the ready, but an unearthly howl caught his ears. He turned his head and noted that a whole pack of iron clad dogs where rushing towards him at a ridiculous rate of speed. They where running on all fours, growling and snarling ferally. The Adept rogue crashed into the bear, knocking him onto the ground. He raised his left arm and yelled, "DATA DRAIN!" A small stream of light came screaming out of his open palm, it enveloped the dogs, turning them into useless data. He watched the golden orb in the distance grow; enveloping everything it came into contact with. Once it had dissipated, a large crater was created in the ground Suddenly, the ground started vibrating, and the horizon became dotted with more dogs and Mechs. The White Adept rogue became angry, "The fuck with this, lets get the hell out of here!" He helps the bear up and they dash towards the chaos gate. The bear looks at the Adept Rogue and asks, "Have we met before?!" The Adept Rogue huffs, as if getting tired, "Not sure I have!" The Dogs ran forward, nipping at the bear's heels. The bear begins to panic, "Ah Shit!!! We're so fucking screwed!" The Adept Rogue huffs more, but He's still slightly faster then the Dual edge, "C'mon man, speed it up a little!" The Dual Edge complains, "I'm trying!!" The Dogs Continue to nip at his heels, arduously making their way forward. The bear yells out, "This is fucking stupid!" The Chaos gate comes into view and the Adept rogue grabs the bear's hand, leaping into the air. The Adept Rogue touches the gate and yells, "Aqua Capital Mac Anu!" the area changes, turning back into the beautiful spacious town. The Adept Rogue falls on the ground, his body covered in sweat. He gasps for air, his body trembling. The bear stares at him and asks, "Are you really sweating?" The Adept Rogue lies, "It's an expansion pack," The bear crosses his arms, sitting on the stone ground, "I see," he looked down at the Adept Rogue and realized where he had seen him before, "Hey, I know who you are, I saw you walking around here earlier. You where the prick who wouldn't let me join your guild!" The Adept Rogue sat up, his eyes filled with surprise, "There was a guy walking around here who looked like me?!" The Dual Edge was taken aback, "Uhhh....yeah, I thought it was you?" The wolf's surprised look died down to a smoldered distemper. He eyed the ground in contempt, "Well he's not me that's for sure." The bear looked at the Adept Rogue and put out a friendly paw, "'Names Zeke, you?" The Wolf grinned widely, shaking his paw, "My name is Yugure," The bear looked at him, face lined in confusion, "So, do you live in Japan?" Yugure looks at him and sits up, looking down at the ground, "...Somewhat," Zeke looks at him with sad eyes, "How 'bout I add you to my friends list?" Yugure looks at him from the corner of his eye, "I'd like that," The bear smiled widely, "No problem," They exchanged information and sat quietly for a moment. He sighed and asked the bear a question, "Can you do me a favor?" Zeke looked at the wolf with a small smile, "Sure, what is it?" The Adept rogue looked at the Dual Edge with sad eyes. He pulled a small cross pendant from his pocket and gave it to the bear, "Could you give this to the man who looks like me? I'd much appreciate it," The Bear took the pendant and put it in his pocket, "Sure, but I have no idea where to begin looking." Yugure chuckled, "Ha ha ha... That's no problem, I've got the guild location and the password," Zeke frowned, "Isn't that, against the rules or somthin'?" Yugure pleaded, "Please, give this to him. I'm begging you," The Dual Edge muttered, "Alright alright, I'll do it," He looked at the wolf with a small blush on his face. Yugure didn't notice, he got up and smiled, "Well, I'm off. I'll send you a pm with the information." Zeke gave a peace sign, "Sounds cool, see ya," The White Adept Rogue went back to the Chaos gate and muttered another code. He was whisked away immediately, leaving the bear with a sense of longing. Not to much long later he got a pm from him, it had the guild information directly on it. He smiled, got up and wiped the rubble and dust off his characters clothes. Zeke read the pm carefully and stalked off, paws in his pockets. A large muscular raccoon falls into a nearby chair, raking his fingers through his fur. He sighs and asks, "Why did you call us in here again, Toruko san?" Toruko turned around, his face grave, "There's been some talk on the forums about a White Adept Rogue wandering forbidden and closed areas. He's even said to transport without a chaos gate." A large Tiger stalks left and right, his tail thrashing about, "Big deal, it could be some sort of AI or an event of some sort," Toruko snaps, his words coming out with white hot intensity, "Maybe that is the case, Yuki. But its strange when this Adept Rogue resembles me is it not?!" Yuki stops dead, Amaterasu leans forward, and Miatsu comes out from the back room, "Really, they've spotted Yugure kun?!!" Yuki still denies this, "It could be anything, lets not jump to conclusions now." Amaterasu speaks up, his coon voice growling with contempt, "Funny Yuki san. I remember how sure you where last time. When Yugure san was deleted! You said he just logged of, said he was probably taking a shower!!! You have no right to even be here, you don't even care about Yugure san!!" Miatsu raised his voice, "Amaterasu, enough!" The raccoon went silent, leaving the room with an empty feeling. Toruko spoke up again, "While unnecessary that was amaterasu, he has a point Yuki. Even if stated on a forum, you should never doubt what you read, especially if it's an online game." The Admin bowed his head, scanning the ground. He muttered a soft apology, "I'm sorry," Miatsu spoke up, his voice demanding, "Are these sightings locations posted?" Toruko nodded his head, "Unfortunately, they're not. The forums haven't had any updates on these apparitions." Miatsu looks at Yuki and asks, "Well, what about CCcorp, have they got anything new on the condition of the body?" Yuki looks at Miatsu sadly, but says nothing. Miatsu punches the wall and screams, "CCcorps isn't doing jack shit!!" Amaterasu begins to tear up slightly in real life, the conversation becoming harder and harder for him to bear. Miatsu ran back into the back room, slamming the door behind him. Toruko sighed, "Lets finish the conversation later. For now, no one leaves this Guild, do I make myself clear?" Amaterasu goes into the back room as well, Yuki answers, "Yes sir, will do sir." Amaterasu walks to Miatsu's shaking form and sits next to him. He looks into the Black Adept Rogues frightened eyes and asks, "Do you think Yugure san is okay?" The Adept Rogue looks at his best friend and collapses into his chest, sobbing in real life. "I don't know Tsuyo kun, Its like...There's nothing I can do." Amaterasu hugs him close, in real life and in game. He strokes the wolf's ears and smiles, "Hey, remember when that girl kept hitting on you in gym class?" Miatsu looked up at the raccoon and chuckled, "Ha ha ha, wasn't that rare? Girls never hit on me." Tsuyo commented further, "Why not, you're not bad looking at all," Miatsu sat up, "R-Really? S, so, what do you like about me then?" Amaterasu didn't mean to unleash his feelings so suddenly, but they came forth like a flooded river, "Well, your dark blue eyes are amazing, you got the coolest smile, you can talk to anyone so easily without even trying, you're the best at baseball, you've got the coolest looking fur, and on top of that your martial arts skills are top notch. Even as a noob in THE WORLD you where still excellent at dodging and evading." Miatsu flushed red, "You think that much of me?" Tsuyo looked down at the wolf's blushing form and his face burned. He unintentionally made his darkest desire slip. Miatsu came close to the raccoon's muzzle, lips trembling in apprehension. Tsuyo just stared in shock, his body frozen. The wolf pressed his lips firmly to the raccoons, his tongue gently slipping inside his muzzle. Tsuyo felt it in real life, as well as saw it in game. The weight of his body, the scent of his fur, all of it was intoxicating. Miatsu broke the kiss and blushed wildly. A big goofy grin broke over his face, "He he...That was amazing," Amaterasu smiled, hiding his aroused expression, "Uh, Y-yeah it was." Miatsu lay down in the raccoons lap and drifted into a gentle sleep. Tsuyo began to stroke his back carefully, his hand rubbing warmth into him. Zeke walked forward, the dark alley becoming more unappealing with every step he took. He made his way toward the chalk drawing in the ground and stared at it. It pointed towards a dead end, but he knew better. He walked over to the brick wall and muttered the password "Silent lord sleeping lion," The wall did nothing, so he did as Yugure instructed. He walked into the wall, the surface slipping past him. His eyes Widened as he saw a grand spiral staircase and marble columns. He walked forward, enamored by the architecture. He went up the spiral staircase slowly, taking in his surroundings. The blinding white, gold and the stunning black ran up thee course of the walls, making them appear eerily closer then they actually where. He made it to the top of the stairs and chose the door to the far left. He swung it open with an audible thrust, "Hello?" Toruko's ears perked up. He turned around, shocked expression on his face, "H, How did you get in here?!" Yuki noticed the player and pulled on his left arm; as if to data drain him. The Dual Edge Flinched, "Wait, I was told to give you something!" Toruko yelled accusingly, "So you broke into my guild to give it to me?!" Miatsu and Amaterasu came running out of the back room, Miatsu hollered, "What the hell is going on in here?!" Zeke frowned, tossing his hands up into the air, "Well isn't this great, I've got the whole guild on my ass!" Yuki snarled, "Well what did you expect, a welcoming party?" Amaterasu waved, "Hello" he put on a happy smile. Miatsu remained expressionless, but not hostile. Zeke sighed, "Look, do you want it or not?!" Toruko snarled, his face registering contempt and severity, "If it can wait until we're done in here, then no I don't!" Zeke turned around, looking back with a grimace on his face, "You guys are supposed to be Yugure's friends? All I see is a bunch of assholes," Toruko froze, "Yu-Yugure?" Yuki became angry, "How the hell do you know yugure?! Amaterasu was a little slow, still on the insult, "Hey, I was nice! Oh wait, did you say yugure?" Miatsu begged, "You have something from Yugure kun?! Can I see it, please?!" Zeke froze, his eyes still holding contempt, "I don't know. I think you've done enough as it is. You can all wait until tomorrow," Yuki hollered, "Give it to us, now!!" Amaterasu punched Yuki in the face, "Shut up asshole!" Toruko panicked, "No wait, please!!" Miatsu walked forward, eyes weighed down with sadness. He looked at the bear and whimpered, "Please....please give it to us...please." Zeke looked around, his heart became heavy with this young wolf's sorrow. He reached inside his pocket and held it out, "Fine...but I'm giving it to you, Since your leader there is so keen on treating me like shit." Miatsu saw a small cross pendant fall into his paws. His eyes filled with tears in real life. He fell on his knees, rocking back and forth with the cross pendant held close to his face, "Thank you...Thank you so much." Toruko walked forward, eyeing the bear accusingly, "Where did you get that pendant?" Zeke turned his head away, eyes contrite, "No way in hell I'm telling you jack shit!" Miatsu was still holding the cross close to himself, sobbing bitterly. Amaterasu walked over to Zeke and smiled, "Please tell me." Zeke noted that he was the only other non-asshole in the guild. He smiled lightly, "Yugure gave it to me himself...Mind telling me what the big deal is?" Toruko's eyes widened, "He gave it to you?! Himself?!" The bear looked slightly unnerved now, "Uhm, yeah. He told me where you gouys where, the guild password, the immunity charm...everything. He wanted me to give this to you personally, but I didn't think you deserved it." Toruko's voice raised, higher and more desperate, "Can you tell us where he is?!" Zeke turned around, "I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. You've done enough," Toruko dashed forward, "Wait!" Zeke turned around, his eyes filled with contempt, "What!" Toruko stopped dead, then bowed his head in shame, "I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Zeke took another look at everyone's faces, Yuki had to hide his, turning his back so no one would see. He sighed and smiled, "Na, its cool... But I would like to know what the big deal is about Yugure," Toruko looked up, surprised expression on his face. He glanced over to Yuki and asked, "Yuki, do you think its okay to tell him about-," Yuki flipped, his answer contrite, "No, he's not authorized by CCcorps!" Toruko growled, "Yuki, Yugure trusts him!!" Yuki held his pride down, putting his friends over his job for the first time. He frowned, blushing slightly, "Alright, tell him." Toruko looked at the bear and launched into hasty speech, "Three months ago, Yugure got into a bad accident." Zeke looked confused, "Accident?" Yuki took over, "Yugure is part of a special case called the Twilight effect. It's a select few who succumb to a cryogenic like sleep while playing THE WORLD," Zeke looked confused still, "Cryo what?" Toruko clarified things, "Yugure is in a coma. He's staying at a hospital owned by CCcorps," Zeke was now completely unmovable, He stuttered, "T-then-then how i-i-is he still playing?" Toruko looks grave, his face lined in pain, "I don't know...that's what we're trying to find out. CCcorps is allowing us to investigate this, giving us funds and supplies....After all, Yugure isn't the only one in a coma. Countless hundreds are resting in CCcorp's hospitals, conscious's trapped inside the game." Zeke looked pale now, "So, Is that why you didn't let me join before?" Toruko looked pale as well, "Yes, that's the exact reason," The bear got defensive, "Your doing the opposite of what you really should do! You're supposed to find more members to strengthen your cause! " The bear walks over to the wolf and stretches out his paw, slightly cuffed. Toruko eyes this paw in his face, but does the same. He cups his paw together with his and answers, "You're right," Amaterasu came over, patting the bear on the shoulder, "Welcome to the guild err....Zeke," he said, reading the bears information. Miatsu was done crying, however, he wrapped his arms around the bears wide neck, holding him close, "He he. Cool, a new face," Zeke looked over at Yuki, who smiled and nodded. Zeke smiled back, blushing slightly.

Title: Beginning Again Ch. 01 Tags: romance, consensual, oral sex, submissive female *Author's note: I expect this to be a longer piece – maybe six or seven chapters. All characters are fictional adults. Your feedback is welcome and gratefully accepted. Thank you for reading.* \*\* Mac paced the tiny, one-room apartment. The rubber soles of his wet sneakers squealed against the faded linoleum floor in the kitchenette and left soggy tracks on the thin carpet of the bedroom area. The heavy rain had soaked his jeans and t-shirt clear through; they clung to him like a clammy second skin. He barely noticed the chill through the pain of a crushing headache. He stopped briefly next to the window and pulled the stained curtains aside just enough to peer down at the street three stories below. No cops. Not yet, anyway. He resumed his pacing. His skull felt like it was splitting down the centre and he pressed his thumbs into his temples. He had to think. He just needed a few minutes to figure it all out. He passed the couch. The girl. She was shivering violently. Sobbing. Rainwater plastered her long, black hair and a thin white shift against her skin. Scrapes on her knees and elbows left traces of blood on the linen. She lay curled on her side, eyes closed, whimpering. "Shh. Be quiet, it's okay," he said, trying to sound soothing and realizing how insane that was. She had every reason to be terrified. Her crying continued unabated. He crossed to the door of the apartment, checked that the lock was set, the deadbolt secured. Now what to do? Find a weapon, maybe? He hurried back to the window and peeked past the curtain. Still no cops. Rain coming down in sheets. The pain in his head caused a brief wave of nausea to break over him. He found the plastic pill bottle on the floor and ripped off the cap. Still empty. How had he gone through a hundred Tylenol in just two weeks? He considered making another run to the drugstore but it was past curfew; he didn't want to fuck up his parole. Not after seven years inside. He looked back at the girl and realized his problems were likely bigger than breach of parole. He staggered back to the girl, dropped to his knees in front of the couch. "There's blood...are you hurt?" he asked. When she didn't answer he grabbed her right wrist and tried to peel her arm away from her ribcage, doing his best to ignore the way the wet cotton was see-through in places. He was just checking her for injury, after all. Nothing indictable. Her wrist was bone-thin and felt fragile in his hand. He noticed then that his knuckles were cut, throbbing and weeping blood. She squeaked and pulled her arm back against her chest, curled tighter into a defensive ball, eyes squeezed shut. "Don't hurt me, please! Just...just let me go. Please." her voice was a teary whisper soaked in desperation. Let her go? No, no chance of that. Not until he could explain, make her see that this was all just a huge fuck-up. Nothing criminal. Nothing the cops needed to know about, that's for damn sure. He'd find a way to make her understand. But first, he needed to remember. He started pacing again and tried to fight through the raging agony in his head. Tried to piece things together. He'd made instant soup and white toast for dinner. Planned for an early night so he could start his job search at the break of dawn the next morning. Got another headache but found he had no pills left. The pain was bad enough that he'd run for the drugstore just at the edge of curfew. He remembered leaving his apartment just as the sky started to dump rain. Then... Then... Then nothing. Just a blank space where his memory should be. And then he'd found himself climbing the stairs to his apartment with a semi-conscious young woman slung over his shoulder. He squeezed his head with his hands. The pressure dulled the pain just a little. Too little. It hurt to think. He swore and kicked a rickety kitchen chair, launching it across the room where it bashed a dinner plate-sized hole in the thin plaster wall. It felt good to hit something. Really good. He turned back to the girl. "Look, let's go to bed...try to figure this out in the morning," he said, not sure if he was speaking to her or just thinking out loud. "No...please...I won't tell. Just let me go." He watched her shiver for a moment, wondering if terror or wet clothes were more responsible. He squeezed his head tighter. What would it take for this shitty evening to be over at last? "Take that off. I'll get you dry clothes," he said, turning to his battered particle-board dresser. "No! Please don't..." "Take it off!" He roared, more forcefully than he intended. Why was she making this difficult? Change into dry clothes, then sleep. Somehow this would all make sense in the morning. The pain made him want to puke. She slowly peeled off the sopping shift. Her eyes were wide now, staring past him like he wasn't there. He threw a t-shirt and some track pants onto the couch next to her, then turned away. The sight of a young woman undressing held no allure for him when his pain was so overwhelming. He walked to the tiny bathroom and ransacked it, looking for any Tylenol he might have forgotten he had. None. He stripped off his sneakers, socks, shirt and jeans. His briefs were damp from the rain but he decided to leave them on. Didn't want to be totally naked if the cops burst into the apartment and found him with a girl who didn't want to be there. They wouldn't even need a warrant; it was one of the conditions of his parole. Stepping back into the main room, his eyes were drawn to the naked young woman cringing in front of the couch trying to hide herself behind her skinny arms. The wet shift sat in a lump at her feet. Her terrified eyes stared at the wall just to the left of him. For several moments they both stood in silence. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You said...dry clothes..." They stared at each other for another few seconds. Was she an idiot? "Right there!" He gestured to the couch. She continued to stare in his direction. He was almost at his limit. He clenched his fists. Tried to remember his anger management. Breathe. Count. She looked at him uncomprehending for a moment longer, then crouched, uncovered her small breasts and began to tentatively run her hand over the floor to the front and sides of her. She was blind? He took a deep breath and pressed his palms into his eyeballs. He didn't care. He just wanted to be unconscious. He'd deal with it – somehow – in the morning. "On the couch. To your left," he said. When he took his hands away from his eyes a minute later she was dressed. He walked up to her and grabbed her arm firmly just under her shoulder. She was so thin that his hand almost fully encircled her upper arm. She tried to pull back but he was having none of it and was much stronger than she was. He roughly guided her to the edge of his single bed until her knees bumped the mattress, then pulled the sheet and comforter down. "Lie down." "I...don't want..." "Don't say another goddamn word. Just lie down and close your eyes." His voice was a harsh whisper. The agony between his temples was too intense. If he didn't sleep soon he'd have to put his fist through something. Or someone. He watched as she lowered herself onto the mattress and curled into a tight ball, then he flipped the blankets over her. Trudging back to the couch, he paused to kick her soggy, balled-up shift off the carpet and onto the ugly linoleum of the kitchenette, then he thew himself down onto the couch. He didn't care that it was damp. He didn't care that it was rough against his skin, or that it smelled musty. He didn't even care that it was a half a foot too short for a man of his height. He closed his eyes and breathed and counted and focused on unclenching his jaw. It didn't happen fast, but eventually he found sleep. \*\* The sound of breaking glass brought him suddenly awake. He was on his feet even before he'd found his bearings. Sunlight tried to force its way through two large, dirty windows. The pain in his head had dulled but not vanished; it still throbbed in his temples. Not much of a reprieve but he welcomed it nonetheless. The young woman was on her feet too, near the kitchenette, rooted to the spot with a terrified look on her face. Fragments of a broken drinking glass, knocked off the counter, lay scattered at her bare feet. His track pants and t-shirt looked almost comically over-sized on her tiny frame. He sighed. A new day had arrived. Now to see if he could endure it. "Don't move," he said, his voice gravelly. "I'm sorry. I just need to use the bathroom. I can clean it up," she said, dropping into a crouch. "Don't move!" he said, now with more annoyance. She froze. Jesus, nothing was ever easy. He pulled on some old jeans and a white undershirt and then approached her, careful not to put his bare feet down on broken glass. In one easy motion he lifted her into his arms, then carefully stepped to the bathroom door. She weighed next to nothing and the warmth of her thin body in his arms felt good. Human contact in prison had been rare and unwelcome. He kicked last night's wet clothes out of the way before setting her on her feet again. "Toilet's on your right. There's a shower if you want. Dry towel on the wall rack," he said, then pulled the door shut as he left. As he carefully swept the linoleum and carpet for glass shards, Mac tried to figure out what he was going to do with the girl. She was blind. She couldn't identify him. Maybe he could walk her down to a coffee shop and just leave her there. It wasn't like he had hurt her or anything – not that he remembered, anyway. No reason for her to involve the cops. He'd only abducted her, refused to let her leave, then made her take her clothes off in front of him. Fuck. His parole officer wouldn't be amused. He decided to make breakfast for his unwilling guest. Instant coffee, canned soup and some toast with margarine. Sit her down. Explain things. She seemed a reasonable type – she wasn't screaming or hysterical. And he had a little money he'd earned in prison. Not lots, but maybe enough to smooth things over. It could work. He heard the shower running. That had to be a good sign. If she was really freaked out she wouldn't be having a shower, he reasoned. A hot shower and a hot breakfast would have her seeing things his way. So to speak. By the time her shower ended he'd boiled the kettle and had vegetable soup simmering on the stove. He pushed the bread down into the toaster. It was buttered and sliced when the bathroom door opened. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to force himself into the role of a nice guy. He wished his head would stop aching for a damn second so he could focus. He stepped up to her and grabbed her elbow gently. She flinched at he contact but didn't try to pull away. "Come and sit down. What do you take in your coffee?" He tried to make his voice soft and non-threatening. He steered her to the tiny table near the kitchenette and got her seated. "Sugar," she said in a quiet voice. Her expression was guarded, her eyes followed his sounds as he moved through the room. She seemed tense and nervous but no longer terrified, probably figuring that if he intended to do something horrible to her, he'd have done it already. He stirred the sugar into her coffee, pushed the mug into her hand, slid the toast in front of her and invited her to eat. He felt relieved when she took a bite of toast. All according to plan so far. She finished one slice and then another, alternating bites with sips of coffee. She seemed hungry. Her damp, black hair fell over her shoulders in loose curls. A tan complexion suggested Hispanic or Latino roots. In her early twenties, maybe. She had pretty, dark eyes, although he could see in them a weariness that suggested life hadn't been easy on her. Her body was well-proportioned but too thin; she looked fragile and undernourished. "There's soup too," he said, "And if you want more toast just say so." She nodded, then was silent for a few more mouthfuls. "What's your name?" she said at last. "My name?" He trailed off as he weighed his options. If she knew his name she could identify him. Should he refuse? Give a fake name? Change the subject? "You don't have to say if you don't want," she said. He sighed. "Call me Mac," he said, figuring it was a good blend of truth and evasiveness. "I'm Nadja." "Nice to meet you." She just nodded and didn't say another word as he pushed the soup in front of her and pressed a spoon into her hand. She took her time with the soup, seemingly lost in thought. He rinsed her plate and coffee mug, then poured himself black coffee and downed it in hasty, bitter mouthfuls. He tried to think of something to say to break the awkward silence but couldn't figure out which direction to take the conversation. In the end he decided that silence was better than saying the wrong thing in a situation like this. Finally she finished and left the spoon in the empty bowl. "More?" he asked. She shook her head. He grabbed the bowl and rinsed it. She broke the silence. "So...what happens next?" Her tone was careful. He hadn't figured that part out yet. His mind worked furiously, intensifying his headache. "Well," he said slowly, "next, I let you go. I can get you a cab to take you wherever you want." She regarded him silently. If she felt relieved, her neutral expression didn't show it. "And...I figure maybe I could give you something to make up for the...trouble...of last night. Money, I mean. I never meant any harm. I get these headaches...they make me kind of bad-tempered sometimes." She didn't respond, just stared in his direction. Her expression remained unreadable. He cursed inwardly – she wasn't giving him much to go on. Should he name a figure, or wait for her to suggest a good price? If he named one she might get insulted if it was too low. But her silence suggested that she wanted him to go first. What would be a good amount? Two hundred dollars? More? Fuck! "I want to stay," she said softly. The request was so insane that it took a few moments for the meaning to register. Stay? With him? "You can't stay," he said, "besides, last night you wanted to leave." "Last night I thought you were going to kill me." "Look, I can give you some money to get where you need to go..." "I don't have anywhere to go," she said in a quiet voice. Was that how she ended up outside in the pouring rain last night, dressed in a slip? Her old man threw her out? Maybe she had a bust-up with her boyfriend? But how did she end up draped over HIS shoulder at the end of it all? "I can get you to a women's shelter. They'll get you back on your feet. Get you in touch with the police." "I can't go to a shelter, or the police. I'm..not a citizen. They'd just deport me." Her tone was pleading, not defiant; she wasn't arguing with him. If she couldn't go to the cops, that changed things. Gave him a better bargaining position. Maybe, somehow, he could make all this go away? It was almost too much to hope for. "You're not staying," he said again, trying to filter the irritation out of his voice, "I'll give you some money, get you a cab. You go patch things up with your husband or whatever. It isn't my problem. I'm in way over my head as it is." "I won't be in the way." He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh, then pressed his thumbs into his temples. "If you stay here, I'll end up hurting you bad," he said in quiet, measured tones, "not by choice. I'd never hit a woman; I'm not like that. But things build up. It gets too much and...I just can't handle it." "I can help you." "I just got out of prison. Seven years inside. This really isn't a good place for you." "But...I can't see," she said, "and I have no place to go. No family, no friends. Please..." "I'd like to help you but there's really nothing I can do other than give you some money, help you get someplace safe." "Please! I'll do anything." The conversation wasn't going as planned. Just one fucking thing after another! He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. He realized his fists were clenched and deliberately relaxed them. The throbbing pain was intensifying, the pressure building inside his skull. "I'm going out for some Tylenol," he growled, "you can stay here for a few hours, get yourself together. Then I'm calling you a cab." He ignored her pleas as he slid his bare feet into wet sneakers and threw on a black hoodie. Without another word he grabbed his wallet and left. What a fucking mess. The cool late-autumn air felt good against his face. He walked slowly and focused on the anger management he'd learned in counseling. Breathe. Count. Relax his muscles. It didn't get rid of the pain, but it kept it from getting worse. His first stop was the drugstore. He grabbed two giant-sized bottles of extra-strength capsules and swallowed three pills while he was waiting in the checkout line. He vowed never to run out of them again. They were a lifeline. On the way back to the apartment he stopped at the bank machine and withdrew three-hundred dollars. Nineteen-hundred dollars were all that remained of the earnings from his job at the prison laundry. Finding a job – almost impossible given his criminal record - was becoming more urgent by the day. Not only did he need the income, but finding employment was one of the conditions of his parole. He didn't need any distractions or complications getting in the way, and certainly didn't need another mouth to feed. Was it cruel to throw a blind girl out into the street? Yes...there was no denying that. But better that than to let her stay and make her a victim of his temper. She was safer somewhere else. His headache had mercifully receded by the time he reached the door to his apartment. He paused and took several deep breaths. Unclenched his jaw. Relax, he whispered to himself. Relax. Stay calm, get through this. Don't let it get ugly. He turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. His eyes fell immediately on Nadja. She stood waiting for him in the middle of the room. Naked. Her hands were behind her back, her feet shoulder-width apart; nothing was hidden from him. Dark eyes. Smooth skin. Small breasts with dark nipples. The faint outline of ribs visible under the skin. A flat stomach and narrow hips that framed a shaved slit. Skinny legs. Lovely. "What..." he started but his throat closed and cut off the words. He stood rooted in place, unable to move. His heart hammered as lust – dormant seven years – surged through him. He was hard fast. Nadja's eyes found his face and she stepped in the direction of his voice "I don't think you understand," she said as she took a second step toward him, "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to stay. Whatever you need." She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Her fingers quickly found and undid the button on his jeans, unzipped him. Then his pants were around his ankles and her warm hands had freed his cock from his briefs. Without preamble she slid it into her mouth. He gasped as hot wetness enveloped him, and again when he felt her tongue stroking the underside of his shaft. The sensations overwhelmed him and he couldn't find his words. He knew what this was – she was trying to play him, trying to lead him around by his dick. It was working. He felt powerful as she knelt naked at his feet and sucked him. She was clearly no stranger to oral sex; she used her lips and tongue expertly. His orgasm was closing fast and the idea of flooding her mouth with his cum spiked his arousal even more. Nadja pulled back, held his cock in her hand and dipped her mouth lower. He felt her tongue on his balls, hot breath on his inner thighs. She took a long, slow lick up the length of his cock then ran her wet tongue along the underside of the head. Mac felt lightheaded; he could hear his own ragged breathing. "Anything you want. Any time you want," she whispered, "you make the rules and I'll obey." And then he was inside her mouth again, deep inside. He reached down, held her still-damp hair between his fingers. She responded by taking up a slow rhythm, pushing her lips all the way down the length of his shaft, then pulling back. Down, and back. A little faster each time. He could feel the pressure building, building. His orgasm hit hard and the pleasure seemed to echo and diffuse through his body. The muscles in his abdomen clenched and spasmed as he emptied his lust into Nadja's mouth. He heard and felt her moan around his cock as she continued a gentle sucking, swallowing, keeping him inside her until he was completely spent. Finally she pressed a slow, loving kiss to the tip of his cock and gently tucked it back inside his underwear again. Only then did he regain his powers of speech, but he couldn't find the words to evict her from his apartment. \*\* It was a strangely vulnerable feeling to leave Nadja alone in his when he left later that day for his anger management counseling. He'd known her less than a day and had no reason to trust her alone with his possessions. He consoled himself with the fact that he didn't have a single thing worth stealing. All his clothes were second-hand, his worn-out furniture had come with the apartment and he hadn't had the time or inclination to purchase a cell phone or a computer. Slim pickings for any would-be thief. She'd been acting differently in the few hours since she'd sucked him. For one thing, she'd stopped wearing the track pants he'd given her and now wore just his t-shirt, giving him tantalizing glimpses of her bare legs and thighs and even her pussy and ass if she moved just right. This occurred too frequently to be an accident. It was a clear invitation. Nadja had gone from fearful and reserved to brazen and sexy in the time it had taken him to run to the drugstore for Tylenol. He knew it was an act; a blatant attempt to manipulate him into letting her stay. It galled him that her ploy had been so successful; he'd been pussy-whipped like a goddamn teenager. Even knowing it was an illusion, it remained a powerful one. With his lust muted temporarily he'd done his floor routine; push-ups, sit-ups, squats and lunges. Prison had given him the time, opportunity and incentive to put on muscle and he didn't want to let it atrophy now that he was out. He planned to join a gym once he got a job. Nadja had sat cross-legged on the couch and looked on with apparent interest even though she probably couldn't see him. Then he took a quick shower and was out the door. She'd pledged to be waiting for him when he returned. He took anger counseling at St. Peter's Church six blocks from his apartment. The old nun who ran the session seemed so gentle and grandmotherly that Mac wondered if she'd ever been angry in her whole life. Still, he dutifully listened, took notes, and forced himself to participate in the role-playing activities with the eight men who attended the same session. He practiced how to respond if someone insulted him. How to respond if someone cut ahead of him in line. How to respond if someone was talking too loud on the bus. In each case he applied the techniques the old nun had taught. No yelling, no swearing, no kicking chairs, no punching holes in the drywall. Breathe. Count. Use his 'calming word'. Relax his muscles. Picture himself in the shoes of the other person. If it helped him stay on top of his temper, he'd do anything. He'd tried medications but they made him feel dopey and disconnected. The counseling helped, although he found the techniques were easier to apply in the classroom than in the real world. But wasn't that true of everything? Regardless, the counseling was one of the conditions of his parole and he had no intention of going back to prison. So he breathed and counted and chanted for the full ninety minutes. He took the long way home, hoping the exercise and cold air would help clear his head. He had to get his mind right. He had a plan, a plan he'd worked out before leaving prison. A plan that ensured he'd never end up back inside. Keep everything simple, that was the main part. Work, sleep, do his anger therapy. Repeat. Get that stuff right, lay a foundation for a New Life. Then slowly build on that. One piece at a time. Adding a woman to the mix right at the start wasn't smart. He cursed himself for his weakness and stupidity. Why couldn't he get out of his own way? Why did he make it so hard to keep things simple? Life was brutal enough without taking on a homeless blind girl and all of her problems in addition to his own. He stopped by the drug store and bought more bread, eggs, coffee and canned soup. At least for the immediate future he needed to start shopping for two. \*\* "Why were you in prison?" Nadja asked, breaking a long silence. She'd been sitting cross-legged on the old couch as he scrambled the eggs and cut slices of cheese for dinner. Every so often she would change the position of her legs, and if he happened to be looking he'd catch a glimpse of her naked sex. He forced himself to focus on dinner – it would be just his luck to cut off his goddamn finger while trying to catch a glimpse of pussy. He wanted her...badly. But they still had to eat. "Long story. Don't want to bore you with it," he said, hoping it would suffice. It did, for a short while. "Seven years?" she said, obviously unwilling to drop the subject altogether. "It was supposed to be three." "What happened?" "You've heard of getting time off for good behaviour? I did the opposite of that," he said. It had been one prison fight after another, with months and years being tacked on to his sentence for each one. The fact that he won more fights than he lost was no consolation; seven years had been taken from him. She didn't reply, but stood and approached the kitchenette, feeling her way forward carefully until she was standing opposite the counter from him as he diced half an onion. She wore an inquisitive expression. "What happened to your sight?" he asked, figuring if she got to ask personal questions then he could get in some of his own. Her gray-blue eyes looked normal; there didn't seem to be any injury. "RP," she said. "That's some kind of disease?" She nodded. "So it's pitch black for you?" "I have a vague sense of brightness and darkness, but not colours or shapes," she said simply. It didn't seem to bother her to talk about it. He grunted his understanding, then turned and scraped the diced onion into the scrambled eggs. "Why do you get headaches?" she asked. It felt like a tennis match, each of them lobbing questions at the other. Mac found he preferred it to the silence. "Don't know. I've had them since I was twelve or so. Four or five times per week, usually. They hurt like hell. Sometimes Tylenol helps, if I take enough of it, but most times it doesn't do much," he said. No point telling her the rest; that the headaches had sabotaged his education, ruined his social life at high school, drove him into rages that frightened his mother so much that she hadn't even visited him in prison. Not once. Better to leave the past in the past. He pushed two slices of bread down in the toaster. The welcome scent of fried onion and egg filled the room. He switched off the stove element, then tuned to face Nadja. "What happened last night?" he asked. "You don't know?" "I get blackouts," he said. Her expression became nervous. Guarded. "Smells like it's almost ready. I'll wash my hands," she said, then turned and felt her way to the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind her. He watched her go, content to drop the subject for now but not for good. He wanted to know what had happened last night, to fill in the gap in his memory. If she was staying then he felt he should know the whole story. Five minutes later they sat across from one other at the tiny table. She was quiet for most of the meal, and he left her to her thoughts. Whatever happened last night obviously hadn't been a lot of fun. "If you start frying the onions before you add the egg, the onions will be softer and the flavour will be more spread around," Nadja said out of the blue. Her tone was conversational; it didn't sound critical of his cooking skills. "Yeah? Good to know," he replied, "you're a cook, then?" She shrugged. "I used to love cooking. It's kind of hard to do it when you can't see anything." "When did you lose your sight?" "It happened gradually over time. It's just in the last two years or so that it's become really bad," she said. "There's no treatment?" She shook her head. They ate without talking for another few minutes. "I didn't do anything really bad, just so you know," he said, "I got into a fight in a shopping mall. Beat up a couple of mall security guards. Punched a cop. Just stupid, really," "You punched a cop?" She sounded surprised. "Yeah. I mean, I don't remember doing it. I never remember when I'm really angry like that. But they had security cameras and...there I was." "So you just black out?" "Yup. Can't remember anything afterward. Like last night. I went out for some pills, next thing I know I'm carrying you up the stairs instead of the pills." He gave a humourless laugh. "Keeps life interesting, anyway." He hoped she'd take the bait and open up about the night before, but she lapsed into silence again. They both finished their toast and scrambled eggs and he gathered the plates and cutlery and took them to the sink. "I can do that," she said, rising and navigating to the sink, "I should do something." He stepped back and leaned against the counter and she began to rinse the dishes. The pale blue t-shirt she wore covered her only as far as her upper thighs and he admired her legs and longed for what remained hidden. Was it right, accepting sex in return for allowing her to stay? Holding the threat of eviction over her head unless she satisfied his needs? When he thought about it that way it didn't feel right at all. On the other hand, the arrangement had been her idea – he hadn't made any demands, hadn't made any threats. She'd named her own terms. In the end, it was just a matter of give-and-take. A fair trade in an unfair world. "Nadja," the lust in his voice was obvious even to him. "Mmm?" "You did say 'anything', right? Any time?" She froze for a moment, then nodded slowly and stopped her washing. "Anything, any time," she said with no hint of uncertainty. She flicked the water off her hands and fumbled for a towel. "No, keep washing, but take off the shirt," he said. He was pleased by how confident his own voice sounded, considering he hadn't been with a woman in the better part of a decade. Nadja reached down, grasped the hem of the shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head, then let it fall to the floor before resuming her dish washing. Mac moved to stand behind her, allowing his eyes to roam appreciatively over her tight backside. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do first; his hands wanted to be everywhere at once. He leaned forward and gently tapped the inside of her left thigh. Nadja understood and widened her stance. He slid his hand between her thighs, loving the smoothness and softness of her skin. He could feel the heat of her sex even without touching it. His cock was painfully hard. When he finally stroked his fingers over her pussy lips he found them mostly smooth with only a trace of stubble. He let his middle finger slide between her folds; she was hot and slightly moist. Her intimate flesh seemed to cling to his dry finger as he dragged it through the core of her sex, then up between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned as his finger went back for a second stroke. "Please, let me suck you now," she said in a pleading whisper. "Legs wider," he grunted as he quickly shed his jeans and underwear, freeing his rigid erection. Nadja obediently opened herself further. "Mac, I want you in my mouth. Please let me taste you," she whined, and her desire for him sent his arousal to new heights. He'd never imagined that a woman would beg for his cock. He'd only been out of prison for two weeks! Deep down, he knew her desire for him was exaggerated, but chose to believe it. Everyone had illusions, after all – surely he was entitled to his own? He stepped behind her, gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide, delighting in the feel of the warm, yielding flesh. He groaned with desire as her rear hole and inviting sex were exposed. He took his time lining his cock up with the pink opening. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to savour his first stroke into her waiting pussy. She reached back and grasped his rigid shaft to guide him. He closed his eyes and pushed forward... Nadja's firm, gentle grip on his cock prevented him from entering her. He gave another thrust and she denied him entry again. He felt an irrational surge of anger. Was she toying with him? Trying to humiliate him? "You should use protection," she said in an urgent whisper. "Just one stroke. I need to feel my cock inside you." She turned to face him, and stroked his cock gently in both of her hands. She lowered her head until he couldn't see her eyes. "Mac...it might not be...safe," she said in a quiet, serious tone. "You're afraid I'm going to give you something?" he said in disbelief and growing outrage. Did she think he'd been fucking his cell-mate for the last seven years? "No, no," she said quickly, "It might not be safe...for you." "For me?" The meaning of her words took a moment to sink in. "What makes you think that?" There was a long pause. Nadja continued to gently stroke him for a moment but then became still. Her shoulders slumped. The silence stretched to several moments. "I'm...," her voice had gone quiet, barely audible, "I mean...I was...a prostitute." It was his turn to lapse into silence as he tried to find something to say. His thoughts, so recently consumed with lust, then anger, were now a jumble of different feelings. Should he be upset? How upset? Repulsed? Sympathetic? Should he play it cool? Did this change anything that had come before it? What was the right way to react? "When?" he asked. "Up until last night." Last night, when he'd blacked out then regained his senses while carrying her to his apartment. What had happened during the missing time? One possibility seemed to rise above the others. "Does that mean...last night...did I hire you?" Her laugh was so sudden and so out of place that it caused him to take a step back in alarm. As quickly as it erupted, it died off and Nadja covered her face with her hands and shuddered. She took a minute to regain her composure, then raised her unseeing eyes to his face. "No. Last night you saved me, Mac." \*\*

Title: 3 Generations of Cock Pt. 08 Tags: gay anal incest, gay anal, big cock I knew that, after the deputy had all but seen me sucking Mike's cock, it would be only a matter of time before we ran into each other again. And, after hearing granddad's tale about his stupendous cock I was looking forward to it. As I expected, it happened a few nights later. I'd borrowed dad's truck and run into town to the only little bar we had. I'd hung out with a few old friends, had a few beers and was on my way back home when I saw whirling police lights in my rearview mirror. I pulled over and waited while the deputy exited his vehicle and walked up on my driver's side where, through the open window, I got more first look at his full to bursting uniformed crotch. He bent down to the window and said, "May I see your license and registration, please?" I supplied the documents and he stood up to examine them while I examined the outline of his enormous cock and balls outside my window. "Would you step back to my vehicle while I call these in, please?" he asked. "I wasn't speeding, officer." I said. "What did I do?" "Just do as I ask sir." he replied. I turned off the engine and he motioned for me to proceed. I was wondering if he was checking out my ass as I walked in front of him. He unlocked his passenger door and made sure that I was seated, then came around and got in on the driver's side. "You live on the farm right up the road?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "I believe you've already met my dad and granddad." "I believe I have." he said. "Interesting fellows. Are you aware that you have a tail light out?" "I didn't know." I said, turning toward him. "It's my dad's truck, I don't usually drive it. Did you like my dad and granddad?" "Have you been drinking?" he asked. "I have had a few beers," I replied, "Nothing major." "You're being pretty reckless." he said. "Driving around with a broken light, drinking and driving and I don't know what you were up to when I saw you the other day but I know what it looked like." "It probably looked like I was sucking his cock because I was." The deputy didn't respond, just stared out the windshield, but I was aware the enormous lump in his crotch suddenly twitched and looked like it was growing. "I'm going to just give you a warning this time. Get your light fixed and don't let me catch you drinking and driving again." he said. I waited, staring at the fully grown and almost frightening monster cock snaking down his pant leg but the only thing he said was, "You're free to go." "I think you're letting me off too light." I said. "I think you need to teach me a lesson." I got out of his car and walked up to the rear of my truck and lowered the tail gate. Then, I dropped my sweatpants so that I was standing nude from the waist down in the harsh illumination of his headlights. I kicked the pants off of my ankles and bent forward over the tail gate and raised one leg so that my ass was spread wide open and my puckered fuck hole was displayed to him. He sat in his car for a moment and then I heard him key his radio and say, "Dispatch, I'm going on my break." The dispatcher confirmed and he doused his headlights, then I heard his auto door open and close and his footsteps on the gravel. He came up behind me and stood there for a moment. "I take it your dad and granddad told you about our meeting." he said. "They did." I said. "I've been hoping I'd get a chance to become as friendly to you as they did." I felt his hand caressing my ass cheek and then slowly slide into my crack where he fingered my hungry hole. "I've got a pretty big dick." he said. "Have you ever taken a big one?" "Just dad and granddad and I never took their dicks until day before yesterday, so no, I haven't. But that doesn't mean I can't, my hole has been used pretty well over the past few days so it should be loose enough." "Your dad and granddad have both been fucking your ass? Am I going to have to arrest them for child molestation?" "Not hardly," I said, "It didn't even start till days ago. I wasn't even aware that they liked sex with men, never had a clue growing up. I still wouldn't know if I hadn't started it." "You certainly have an interesting family." he said. By now, he was fingering my hole, sliding the tip in and out of my fuck pucker. I reached into my windbreaker jacket and brought out the small bottle of lube I carried there and handed over my shoulder to him. "I've been hoping I'd bump into you so I came prepared." I said. The deputy laughed and took the bottle and I felt the cool liquid drip between my buns and coat my hot hole and then his probing finger working the lube up my ass. I heard his zipper and then the slapping noise as he coated his cock with the slick liquid. I looked back over my shoulder at the huge piece of meat he held. "Goddamn!" I said. "Granddad wasn't lying about you. I thought my dad and granddad had big dicks but that thing is a monster!" To myself I was thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?" He held it up so I could appreciate the length and girth, and then began to rub his swollen cock head up and down in the cleft of my ass. Each time I felt the hot head pass over my puckered fuck hole, I involuntarily pressed my ass back for more. "Here," he said, "take this." handing me his wooden baton. "Bite down on it if you think you're going to scream. Some guys find it heavy going the first time they take my cock." I put the baton between my teeth and waited and I soon felt his massive cock head pressing into my anus. At first, it felt like any other cock but soon my ass ring started to burn from being stretched around such a fat globe. He kept pressing and I bit down on the wood in my teeth. Just when I thought I was going to have to ask him to stop, I felt the big head pop through the clutching ring and lodge in my hole. "At least the worst is over." I said around the baton. "Don't be too sure, rookie." the deputy said. "You've still got a lot of meat to take care of." He started pressing forward again, slowly easing inch after inch of hard cock deep into my tight ass. I thought, "This is just like dad and granddad's cocks, only fatter." but the cock just kept on coming, stretching me open. I felt something deep in my ass, his fat cock head butting up against the depths of my guts and then I felt something release inside that left me gasping. "That was my cock opening the second ring in your ass." he said. He pressed forward again and I felt his pubes against my ass. "All the way in." he said. I reached down between my legs and felt his big balls, then felt the base of his cock surrounded by my ass ring. He slowly pulled out of me and I felt the ring inside my ass pop shut as his cock moved out of it, then he pressed and I felt it expand and open around his head again. "Fuck," I said, "I've never felt anything like that before." "We're just getting started, babe." he said. "Your ass will be feeling this fuck for the next couple of days." He slowly started sliding in and out of my hole, getting me used to being stretched around such a huge fuck pole. Each time he popped my ass ring, I shuddered and wanted more. He moved his hips from side to side, batting his big cock up against the walls of my ass and corkscrewed his hips so that his dick stroked all of my insides. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and he hadn't even started to properly fuck me yet. "You like my big dick in your ass, baby?" he asked. "I love it!" I cried. "Fuck me. Destroy my ass with your big cock!" He started to truly fuck me then. Sliding his dick out of me till only an inch was still inside, he slid it back in in one smooth motion. He did it again and again, popping my inner ring on his down stroke in my stretched ass. He started a steady rhythm, pounding his hips against my ass each time a little harder. I was feeling drunk and high both from the sensation of his dick ravishing my almost virgin hole and I could hear my own moan loud in the night. He pulled back until only his cock head was still in my ass, then began fucking me with short fast strokes, sinking only another inch or two into my hole at a time. I was squirming from the sensation overwhelming my tight little ass ring when he suddenly sank his massive cock balls deep into me with one hard thrust. I felt my cum boil up my dick shaft and shoot out of my piss slit like a fire hose without ever touching my own dick. "Oh, fuck!" I howled as his cock continued pistoning in and out of my guts, ravaging the tender hole deep in my ass with each thrust. He reached down and wrapped his big hand around my cock and balls and used them as a handle to get even more of his cock inside me. I may even have passed out for a minute because the next thing I knew, I heard his ragged breathing next to my ear and him saying, "I'm going to cum, baby. I'm shooting my seed in you!" His gargantuan meat swelled even thicker and he pressed the full length deep inside me, his cock head surrounded by my tight inner ring and his balls rubbing against my own. I could actually feel it as his cock head swelled, stretching me open and his fiery juice began blasting into my guts. Each pulse of his dick was followed by another spurt of cum, soothing my stretched ass walls. When his dick stopped squirting, he collapsed on top of me with his meat still buried in me to the hilt. I felt him slowly start to go soft and shrink, first the head popping back out of my inner ass ring and then the thick shaft retracting into itself, slowly inching its way back toward my ass hole. It finally slithered out of me with a sound like a champagne cork and I could feel the cool night air entering my ravaged hole. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I may need crutches for the next few weeks and I'll never be able to sit on a bar stool again without it disappearing up my ass but aside from that, sure." "Weaker men than you have survived." he said, laughing. "Usually, they came back for more." "I can see how that might become addictive." I said. "I already was thinking I'd like some more of your cock, you're just going to have to give me a little time to heal." "And I was just going to invite you to stop by tomorrow afternoon around 3, after I wake up. That tight little ass would be the perfect way to start my day before I go on my shift. As a matter of fact, I always sleep with the back door unlocked and it leads right into my bedroom. Pass that information on to your dad and granddad, let them know they're always welcome to stop by, too, if they need some entertainment." "Maybe I'll surprise you and show up." I said. "I've always been a fast healer." He stood up behind me and sank a couple of fingers in my stretched out hole. "You see," he said, "you're already more loosened up. Next time I'll be able to get my cock into you a lot faster and I won't be so gentle with your hole." I felt my cock starting to harden, picturing that scene in my mind. The deputy arranged his big floppy dick down his pant leg and zipped up as I gingerly sat on the tail gate to put my sweats back on. He picked up his baton and examined it, then showed it to me. "Just look at those teeth marks." he said. "I'm going to get a hard on every time I look at those and remember how they got there." He slid the baton back into its loop and turned to go, then turned back around and said, "And get that tail light fixed!" I sat on the tail gate while he pulled away, then got up and limped to the truck cab. Between having my legs stretched out for so long and my ass hole stretched and fucked by that monstrous cock, I was sort of unsteady on my feet. Even sitting on the seat to drive made my poor over-fucked hole throb. I got to our drive, pulled in and then hobbled to the back kitchen door. When I stepped inside, granddad was sitting at the kitchen table in his white robe drinking whiskey and water and reading a magazine. I hobbled across the room as he watched and he said," Did you get into some kind of tussle?" "Yeah," I said, "I tussled that deputy's giant cock up my ass a few minutes ago." I lowered my sweats and felt my ass. "I feel like the Grand Canyon back there." I said. Granddad stood up and came around the table to where I was standing and pressed me down so that my upper body was lying on the table and my ass was spread open. "Let me see if there's any damage." he said He got behind me and spread my cheeks while he fingered my hole. "Nope, no damage. Just a freshly fucked, cum filled little ass hole that looks kind of red and swollen. Hang on a minute." he said. He walked over to the refrigerator and got out the butter. "An old fashioned remedy for any kind of scrape or burn is to put some butter on it to soothe it." he said. I noticed that his cock was tenting out the front of his robe, too. He got behind me again and spread my cheeks and I felt his fingers spreading the butter around my inflamed hole. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Actually, that is really soothing." I said. I could feel his hard cock brushing against the back of my thigh as he massaged my hole. "Let's get some on the inside." he said and started massaging more of the butter inside of me. His finger probed my ass, spreading the cool grease inside me and stroking my fuck chute. "We really need to get some deeper." he said and I saw him scoop up more of the butter. He smoothed some more of it in my hole then paused and I heard him spreading it on something else, just before I felt his fat cock head pressing against my poor stretched hole. "Is this some new kind of first aid, you old bastard? I asked. "First aid for your hole and first aid for my dick, too." he said. "We need to get you coated deep inside and I never could resist sloppy seconds on a freshly fucked hole." I felt his butter coated prong slowly ease into my plundered ass hole and after the onslaught it had taken earlier, granddad's dick felt really good, not too big and not too small, just perfect for fucking my ass. "That is making it feel a whole lot better." I said. "Your old granddad would never steer you wrong." He slowly started to fuck his greasy dick in and out of my hole. As he picked up his tempo, he said, "That deputy must always shoot a big load. I can feel his cum squishing around my dick as I fuck you." He started to fuck my ass faster and harder, his cock soothing the burning in my hard-fucked hole. I looked up to see Kyle enter the room, cross to the sink and draw a glass of water and drink it down, with granddad hammering his cock in and out of my spread ass the whole time. Kyle turned around and walked over, looked at granddad and me fucking on the kitchen table and the butter dish sitting beside us with finger marks in the little butter remaining. "If you all want butter on your pancakes in the morning someone is going to have to get up and go to the store early." Kyle said and padded down the hall to his room. I felt granddad's big dick pulse and his creamy ball juice flooded out of his piss hole and into my stretched fuck chute. "That's the other salve that's good for what ails you." he said.

Title: Maxie Reckless and the Kith #03 Tags: gangbang, fae, punk, anal, titfuck, double anal, double oral, frottage, futanari, dickgirl "Any recommendations?" Zin says, folding her arms and surveying the harem of the Eldest. They came in all varieties (at least, all varieties of Faoikith, with a few others that I suppose may be of a different sect), with some being taller or shorter, slimmer or curvier, and coming in different shades and styles. "I shouldn't need any more than two." The girl Zin was talking to, a remarkably short but full-figured character in one of the trashiest dresses I've ever seen, taps a finger to her lips and gazes out among the masses. "Just two, hm? Well, the twins work quite well together if you're going for a quick decision. Hand-picking may take too long if the Eldest is in a rush...." I suddenly hear a joyous squeak from the back of the harem, two Kith girls breaking away from idly making out to reveal a pair of identical Kith girls, both nude but for loincloths. They have rosy pink skin like that of a rose, and handlebars of a deep Pacific-blue coloration. They're also both very slim, almost waifish in appearance, with small breasts and tiny waists -- if it weren't for their exuberantly seductive postures I'd be getting a bit of a jailbait vibe from them. "Yes, we'll do it!" One of the twins says excitedly. "Wait, what are we supposed to be doing?" The other twin chirps, touching one fingertip to her lips in a comically curious expression. "We have an outsider on our hands," Zin says solemnly, gesturing to me with a quick glance. "An outsider that claims some... anatomical differences to humans. She has to undergo an official interrogation and we have a deadline." I still have no idea why saying I have a dick got me into all of this. Am I supposed to be the chosen one or some shit? "Why am I getting the feeling that this is going to be really weird?" I say, folding my arms. "It will be," Zin admits, "I'll do my best to make the process... comfortable, though. Meet the twins, Elle and Ella -- they'll be assisting me." Elle and Ella, how imaginative. The twins wave excitedly to me with exuberant smiles and I exhale. Well, it's better than being executed, and honestly the twins are pretty hot in their own weird way. "Alright, enough with the vagueness -- assisting you in what?" Zin sighs softly and reaches out, taking my hand gently and leading me deeper into the harem room, past something I would attempt to describe as a door were I not certain that I'd fail. Inside the next room is a massive, oblong bed, with closets and and dressers on the sides, holding I know not what. "What you claimed is very rare for humans. As far as I know, it's unheard of," Zin tries to explain to me but she sounds a bit awkward. Either she's out of her depth or this is as weird for her as it's about to be for me. "However, it's common among the Kith. We need to run some... tests, some tests that you may find invasive." As Zin does her best to tactfully explain, Elle and Ella have gotten close to each other, caressing one another's lithe figures and tracing slim figures across tone stomachs. I have no idea what the rules on intimacy or childbirth are, when it comes to the Kith, but considering Zin's lack of reaction I can only assume that incest isn't a particularly large concern. I start speaking but leave my eyes on the twins, oddly captivated as they start gently kissing each other. "I noticed that all of you seemed female, but are you saying that all of the Kith have di--" My question is answered before I finish asking it, as the twins pull away each other's loincloths, revealing long, firm rods that have already reached full stiffness, leaning in to each other to press the spongy tips together. "...Oh." "Yes, we do," Zin says sheepishly, tugging at the bottom of her half-shirt a bit awkwardly. "And... in order to confirm some things, we'll have to get the exact details on your sexual anatomy." With a small shift of her hand, she lifts her shirt up, revealing a single full breast, slightly larger than mine (proportionately, of course). Folding my arms is now no longer enough, and I awkwardly squeeze them around my body. "Um, so... that means what I think it does, doesn't it?" "The twins and I are going to have sex with you, outsider." "And if I do this, I get to live?" Zin chews her bottom lip awkwardly. She isn't in charge of what happens to me and I can tell she doesn't want to make any promises she can't keep. "It will help your chances, yes, depending on the outcome." I nod slowly, glancing over to the twins. They're really going at it now, and Elle is pinned against the wall while Ella nuzzles her adorably-small breasts -- though I notice that her eyes stay on me. They're occupying themselves while they wait for the real fun to start, and I suppose it's up to me to get this show on the road. With a deep breath I lift my Distillers tee over my head, tossing it aside and revealing my own modest chest, not quite so boyish as the twins' but not so womanly as Zin's either, a comfortable B cup. Zin allows herself a weak smile. "Not bad," the Kith girl says, shrugging all the way out of her own shirt and tossing it aside before hopping onto the bed. She's nice enough to make a seductive show of things, crawling to the edge on all fours so that I can see a cute pair of white panties under her skirt. "We don't have much time, but I'll try to be gentle." "What do you need the twins for?" I ask, unbuckling my tanker boots and sitting up on the edge of the bed, my eyes lingering on the rosy-skinned minxes who are now watching me more intently. "Do they monitor us, or something?" "We need to test your *full* anatomy, outsider," Zin says. "That means more than just your genitals. Your breasts, nipples, anus; all of you must be inspected -- it will be faster with three of us." So it was to be a gangbang then. I can cope with a gangbang. And honestly, the twins' performance is getting me a bit stiff which will make this fun, and I've never been with a girl like me before. If I look at this the right way it can actually be fun, so why the hell not? I allow myself a small smile and slowly slide my panties off before tossing them at the twins, turning back to Zin and giving her a sultry stare. "Well, then let's do this shit -- this may be my last fuck so the three of you had better keep up." Zin offers a small smile and leans in to me, kissing me hard and pressing her chest against mine -- it's a little weird kissing a girl who's so much smaller than I am, but I acclimate quickly, lifting my skirt to expose my own full, pulsing shaft. While I realize that I'm a good bit bigger than the Kith overall, I still get a naughty thrill when I notice that my dick's a good bit heftier than Elle's or Ella's, and considering the bulge under Zin's own skirt, hers as well. I nibble gently at the lavender-skinned girl's throat, holding her against me for a moment to work myself up. They want to experiment on me, they have to warm up the oven first. It's a mild, but pleasant, surprise when I feel Ella's (at least I think it's Ella) hands slide along my sides, slipping in front of me to take a gentle hold of my breasts, rubbing them in slow circles, her thumbs flicking along the steel bars lacing my stiff pink nipples. I exhale a little ragged breath as she teases my sensitive nubs with her fingertips, relaxing and embracing the pleasure she gives me as I hold and kiss Zin, who is actually really getting into this. Her skirt tents as her cock pushes past the waistband of her panties, and I carefully lift it all the way with my free hand, nibbling her lip as I glance down to examine it. Her cock, as I suspected, is a bit smaller than mine but good for her size, the same pale purple as the rest of her, and very nicely shaped. I smirk. "Like it?" Zin coos, unclasping her skirt and tossing it aside before kissing me again gently. "Mhm," I nod, nibbling at her jawline as Ella teases me, before shifting my hips forward to press my rod against hers the same way the twins just had, grinding into the gatekeeper who had ushered me into this strange new world. I suddenly hear a giggle, a soft kissing sound, then a few more giggles coming from behind me, and Ella firmly twists both of my nipple piercings. I close my eyes, breaking the kiss with Zin and releasing a harsh gasp of pleasure, a little trickle of precum leaking from my cocktip and along Zin's. "H-hey, those are sensitive--!" I quickly exclaim. "Her body reacts like a woman's," Elle says with slight shock. "Her breasts are so tender and sensitive, and they feel so real...." I decide not to break the news that there have been medical breakthroughs in transgender operations that allow large changes in the sensitivity of breasts -- they don't apply to me anyway, and if it's that little tidbit that's gonna save my life she can just hold onto it. "That's because I *am* a woman," I retort awkwardly before glancing down at my dick squashed against Zin's and imagining how silly that would sound to most humans. Whatever. "It's alright, outsider," Zin says with a little smile, pushing me back lightly so that I'm laying in Ella's lap. "It's a good thing." Well, score one for Maxie I guess. But I wish she'd tell me the 'good things' before the results were already weighed so I can make up bullshit excuses if I really need to. Ella cranes her neck down, pulling me up a little bit so that she can kiss and lick at one of my nipples, which apparently still need testing. I release an intense, instinctive moan which only increases when Elle pounces me from the other side, closing her lips firmly around my free breast and beginning to suckle, her hands roaming over my stomach and arms. I could get used to this if I had to, to be honest. "What are you testing for, again?" I groan out between gasps of enjoyment. I'm beginning to feel a tense sensation in both breasts and my nipples are sticking out like tiny impaled top hats. Zin shakes her head, then kisses my stomach. "Don't worry about it," she coos, before getting on all fours and lifting my skirt again, folding the top back and stroking her long, slightly forked(?!) tongue over the underside of my shaft. "F-fuck!" I cry out, my body getting tense. "Hnn-n... I..." I babble, but it doesn't go much of anywhere. "Relax," Zin says again, kissing my tip before closing her lips around it, suckling at it like the first tastes of a popsicle, where you're still afraid it might freeze to your lips. I close my eyes and lean back, trembling very slightly -- between the twins outright nursing from each breast, and now the gatekeeper proceeding to go down on a dick that I'm pretty confident is too big for her to handle, death is starting to seem like it'll be worth it. "Look at how much she likes it!" the twins look up and utter in unison, before turning to each other and glaring briefly. "Don't copy me!" they both squawked, again simultaneously, before pouting. I'd laugh if Zin's lips weren't now closed around one of my balls, tenderly suckling at it. Hell, I let out a muffled giggle anyway, especially when Elle and Ella share a tiny make-up kiss before returning their attention to my nipples. "Oh look, the tip of this one is getting wet!" Ella says happily. "That's because you're sucking on it, you goof," Elle reprimands her sister. "Your mouth is wet." Ella shakes her head, flicking my nipple with her tongue and then rubbing it dry with her thumb. "Nuh uh, check yours. They're moist." I blush hotly, trying to ignore them. It had always been a 'fun' little thing -- while I can't honestly say I lactate I do get a little bit of moist discharge from my nipples from time to time, and I guess that's what the twins are noticing now. They redouble their licking and suckling and (occasionally) even biting, and I stop trying to contain my blissful spasms. "She's sooo sensitive," Elle remarks. "Girls, calm down," Zin says playfully, dragging her tongue back up along the length of my tool. "You're distracting her. We want the test to go well, don't we?" "Well technically we haven't tested everything yet, even if she does seem to be passing so far," Ella remarks, looking down at Zin with a thoughtful expression. She then shifts her weight (along with me, still in her lap) and wriggles beneath me a bit more, and a notice something sliding between my asscheeks before popping out. I furrow my brow and lean up, looking down -- Ella's dick has popped out from between my thighs, now resting along the underside of my own shaft and in front of Zin. "Can you be a dear and get me wet, Zinny? I'm in the best position to give the outsider her..." she giggles, "...invasive examination." Zin tilts her head to the side with an accepting expression. "True," she murmurs, before getting a naughty look. She wraps her lips firmly around the crown of my shaft and slides down a few times, getting the entire thing moist before grabbing Ella's cock with one hand and forcing it against mine and, with a great deal of effort, into her mouth. My eyes widen at the impressive display but I try to stay composed, despite the pretty fucking intense sensation. Ella's distracted from suckling at me but the feeling of her rod pressed flush against mine, Zin's saliva dribbling over both of us as she attempts a very messy and challenging double-oral, is absolutely fucking amazing. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I flop backward, only for Elle to embrace me. Breathing heavily, I glance up to the other twin with a questioning look as she gets close and kisses me firmly, giggling between sweet smooches. "I think we need to put this mouth to good use. It may not be part of the test, but Ella and I aren't always known for playing by the rules." I actually get a little nervous. While I had a brief "straight" phase in college that didn't go well, I'd never had a dick in my mouth before. Played around with them, sure. Even had one in my ass once. But my trysts with males were always too fleeting to include something like a blowjob, especially since they were generally all terrified of the fact that I had a dick too. I inhale uneasily but then nod, and Elle slides over to share a quick kiss with her twin sister before getting off the bed and standing up. I close my eyes briefly when Zin goes deeper, Ella's and my cocks firmly joined within the cozy embrace of Zin's throat. She splutters and then gags, saliva streaming down both of us now, before she pulls up with a gasp. When I can open my eyes again without risk of sensory overload, I see Elle's shaft standing imposingly in front of my face, and I shyly lean in to flick my tongue across the tip. It tastes nice actually, fresh and flowery and very reminiscent of all of the Glade I've experienced so far. "Elle, you know that's not part of the experiment," Zin chastises, kissing one of my balls. "You should be helping me down here." "Don't feel like it," Elle says with an evil giggle before setting one knee up on the bed, giving me better access to her rod. Stll breathing heavily, I take her tip into my mouth and start slowly moving back and forth, hesitant but getting a naughty thrill out of sucking the Kith girl's dick. "Besides," she continues, "You don't wanna overload the poor thing, especially since Ella's itching to start fucking her." Oh shit. I forgot about that. I cough slightly and lean back, nuzzling Elle's dick and looking down between my legs. Ella's cock isn't there anymore, and I suddenly feel that peculiar sensation between my asscheeks again... though this time it's a good deal wetter. "Whoa there..." I begin, but Zin shakes her head. "This is part of the test, outsider," she warns, but then offers me a smile. "Here, why don't I try to make it up to you?" I lazily slurp at the tip of Elle's crown as Zin lifts her weight up, kissing my smooth, pale stomach again before lifting her tits with both hands, gently sliding my slick cock between them and pressing the plush, silky globes together. I gasp quietly, starting to close my eyes and relax -- and then immediately opening them again and letting out an excited squeal when I feel Ella breach me. It happens all at once, honestly, or at least it feels like it. Her wet tip presses against the smooth pink rink of my asshole before sliding upward and inside, drilling in a good few inches on the first go and stretching my backdoor around her. Now, while I mentioned that the Kith had smaller dicks than I did, and it was true -- mine is bigger than average, and so are theirs. Ella's seems to be around the seven inch mark and now about half of that monster is in my butt. While this isn't... *entirely* unwelcome, it also isn't something I was totally prepared for. I let out a few harsh squeaks, spluttering my saliva over Elle's prick and twitching spasmodically, my hands making fists in the sheets. "Hmmm... interesting," Ella notes, letting her cock lay against my face as I continue my silent scream of pure feeling, still unable to decide if what I'm feeling is pain or pleasure. "Her reaction isn't entirely negative. Keep going, sister... I think she's coming around to it." Tears form in my eyes and my breathing goes from heavy panting to spastic huffing, my entire body shaking like a leaf in the rain. It's Zin's tits that start bringing me around -- seeming concerned, she starts to move them up and down, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. While her breasts aren't huge they're big enough for this, and at a quick glance I notice that she's toying and tugging at her own nipples with her fingers... Zin's enjoying this. "Fuck, ffffuuuuuu-uuck," I mewl out pitifully as Ella increases her pace, now slowly sliding her dick in and out of my snug backside, causing a renewed spasm with each rotation. I tilt my head in an attempt to distract myself and shove Elle's cock into my mouth, sucking at it more deeply now, more desperately as the heat in my body builds. I'm being assaulted from three angles and honestly, my nipples are still buzzing from the attention they'd received earlier. Elle's warnings about overloading me may have been valid, as I'm starting to feel like I can't handle any more of this without exploding. Ella is increasing her pace even further, and with each thrust I pump my hips upward instinctively in a simultaneous effort to "escape" her cock drilling in my ass, and shove my own shaft between Zin's breasts again. "She's pretty good at this when she tries, you know," Elle says with a little giggle, taking a fistful of my hair and sighing contently, working her hips in smooth tandem with the bobbing of my head. While I don't want to admit it, this is all starting to feel amazing -- whether it's individually or simply as a group effort, even Ella's increasingly ruthless sodomizing is starting to be a huge turn on. Zin leans down to flick her tongue over my crown, but then hesitates. "She's not pulling away anymore," she notes idly. "Hm?" Elle chirps. "She used to pull away when Ella thrusted into her -- now she's backing into it." Zin leaned back, her face splitting into a huge smile. "She likes it." "G-good sign...?" I whimper, drool leaking from the corner of my mouth. "Very good sign," Zin doesn't drop her grin, flicking her tongue along my cock again and then sliding up beside me, pressing her shaft back against mine. "You're doing well so far, but we do have one more test, I think." "Whas'that?" I groan, nibbling at Elle's foreskin idly. "You've already tested every part of me...." "Individually, we did," Elle begins. Zin finishes for her. "But not every combination. We need to see if you can get off from stimulation of your ass -- without simultaneous stimulation of your penis." I manage to find enough lucidity to arch a brow. What the fuck? I'm starting to feel like I'm some kind of porno. How can my destiny *really* be dependent on whether or not I can experience an anal orgasm? "Don't worry," Zin continues hurriedly, though I'm not sure what she was reading on my face. "I'll help you." She smiles and presses the tip of her cock against Ella's before starting to push it forward, and my eyes widen to max capacity. "What the fuck are y--?!" I start to squeal, but it's too late. I let out a shriek of intense pleasure and more than a little pain as Zin stuffs her cock in beside Ella's, breaching me once again and now double-stuffing my inexperienced ass. I thought this stuff was only for porn stars, man. "Oh wow, you're really stretching her out," Elle comments, now giving up on trying to get me to blow her. While I'm doing my best it's just too much work between talking and screaming, and the rosy harem-girl seems just as content to stuff her dick into her sister's mouth, who starts eagerly slurping at it. "Are you sure this is safe for her?" Zin lays one hand on my breast and leans in, suckling at my neck briefly before answering. "If she is as the Eldest suspects, she can handle it. If not... it likely won't matter." She works herself in another inch or two, and though she hasn't started thrusting yet Ella is still taking me to pound-town. I shriek wildly, arching my back and shifting my entire body back and forth, not sure whether I'm supposed to be pushing back and forward. In my defense, I think I'm doing both at this point. "Mmn, start fucking her Zinny, your dick feels great next to mine..." Ella whimpers, now suckling at her twin's balls while Elle strokes herself. "She needs time to adjust," Zin whispers, trying to soothe me with kisses to my cheeks and shoulders, starting to adopt a very very slow rhythm in spite of the fact that she could likely get off just from Ella and my movements. I start twitching freakishly like a Silent Hill nurse, my entire body contracting and contorting. I lift both my legs up and slide them behind my head, trembling and forcing myself to watch the two Kith violate me. As much as it hurts and as much as I feel violated it's so fucking *hot* to see both beauties sliding their cocks in and out of my ass, and while I wasn't expecting it... I'm still fully hard. And not even just hard, but harder than before -- I feel my balls start to tighten and lift, and I rake my black-painted fingernails roughly across Zin's back, leaving deep violet marks. "**Nnahhhhh!!**" I wail out, tears streaming down my face as I take my double-anal stuffing like the bitch I am. Muscular action makes my cock bounce and jump and shift on its own, and Zin is picking up her pace now. Both cocks are ramming into me at a staggered pace, never at equal depth at the same time. Hell, even the sound of Ella sucking off her sister (and, God help me, the fact that those two *are* sisters) is getting me hot as hell. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take and I'm starting to suspect that the anal orgasm isn't a myth after all. "She's close, Ella," Zin whispers, firmly nipping at my breast with her teeth. "Give her all you've got. Make her scream. We can still save her." "Wait, save her?" Elle chirps curiously, looking down at me. "You never told me she was on trial, Zin." "Well I'm telling you now! If you want to join, feel free!" "Maybe next time," I hear Elle murmur behind me (thank God). "I don't think that'd be much help at this point." Ella gurgles out something around her sister's dick but it isn't very impactful on the conversation. I'm barely listening anyway. Zin and Ella have just reached a state of sync and currently both of their dicks are as deep as they'll go in my ass, and you know what... I fucking quit. I seriously can't even at this point. On one front I never thought something like this could feel so amazing, especially as ruthlessly as they're abusing my butt. I lose all grasp on what's happening around me as I unleash a hellish banshee-wail, every muscle contracting (and my legs cramping slightly) as my cock pulses, then pulses again, the second throb heralded a powerful releasal of spunk. I'm powerless to stop it, or even direct it, and as those two thick Kith cocks drill me I unleash spurt after spurt of my own cum over my face and chest, totally drenching myself in the stuff in my personal culmination of tonight's events. "Yes!" I vaguely hear a cheer from somewhere near me. My body lays completely inert and borderline useless but for the tiny twitches in my fingertips and toes. I hear another murmur of "she did it!" followed by a more surly grumble of "but I didn't cum yet." There is an intense sliding feeling as Zin's dick slides free of me, quickly followed by Ella's. There are some shifting sounds and I collapse onto the bed, no longer with Ella's body supporting me. Weakly, I open my eyes to see all three girls standing above me, mutually stroking and groping one another with me in the middle. Huh. A circlejerk. Technically I guess that's another first. It's only a few more minutes before I start to feel myself get latticed with lines of Kith spunk, the thick goo completely frosting my face, chest, and stomach, with some of it even getting in my hair. I can't even hear their screams of climax above the pounding in my own ears. Still gasping weakly, I hear another shifting sound, followed by a familiar but unwelcome voice. "How did she perform?" the voice barks out. I know who's speaking -- it's the Eldest. It must be. "I think you may be interested to know," -- Zin's voice -- "She passed each test. With flying colors, actually. You know what that means, Eldest." "You can't possibly believe that--" "It doesn't matter what I believe, your grace. We base our conclusions on this test, as we always have. The only possibility is that this outsider -- Maxie -- is half-Kith." ... Oh. Well that was unexpected.

A Little Wiggle Jenna sneezed. A few dark glances turned her way from the other women in the office. She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue. Marcy even gave her a dark look. “Take that shit home, Jenna, we don’t need to get sick.” Marcy whispered harshly. “I’m not sick, you know that. It’s my condition.” Jenna wiped her nose again, noting the tip was a bit pinker than she liked to admit. “Shit again? You just had that last week.” Marcy hissed back. “Don’t remind me. I hope it’s not a bit of karma for messing with the new girl the other day.” “I don’t think your little note was enough to trigger the karma gods. Damn but was she a mess that afternoon. Squirming in her chair, trying to hide under that coat.” Mercy giggled a little of the image of Priscilla desperately trying to hid the changes. Hers weren’t so serious she couldn’t do so, but she definitely was uncomfortable and she refused to get up from her desk. Obviously, she didn’t realize that every woman in the office suffered some level of cursed affliction. “Well, regardless, I’m pretty sure this is mine acting up again. Fuck. I know James is going to be thrilled, but damn, I had plans for tonight.” Marcy tried to sound sympathetic, “It’ll be okay, it’s just another day.” Jenna harrumphed. “Easy for you to say.” “Look we’ve all got our own crosses. Roll with it. It’s not like yours isn’t among the more fun anyway.” Marcy made a rude gesture with her fingers. Jenna set about packing up. Most of the women politely refused to acknowledge the other’s when this happened. Vi was the real exception, still treating it as a big secret, and Priscilla was just finding out that joining this office came with some unusual benefits. By the time she got to sending the out of office email to the boss she could already feel the changes taking hold. Her nose wiggled. God, she hated that. Grabbing her hat and coat she started for the elevators. Thankfully it was only mid-morning, and they were quiet. She was able to ride down alone. Which was good because she could already feel the burning lust building. Fuck. She wanted it. She rubbed herself through her dress even as her ears pricked. By the time she hit the ground floor her feet felt wedged in her shoes and her panties were soaked. The tip of her nose was decided twitchy now too. Thankfully she lived only a few blocks away and walked to work, but on days like today she didn’t really want to be seen. She put on the coat to hide what she could. Her hat pulled down just as tightly even though it was starting to hurt to do so. The shoes would just have to wait. By the time she got to the door of her apartment building she could feel the wiggle under her coat above her ass. She grimaced a little hoping she could hold on long enough to at least get in the door. The ride up the elevator was the longest one. Thankfully no other residents were about. It was getting hard to hide the twitching. By the time she forced her way in the door she was panting. She tossed her coat and hat aside, freeing her ears, now stretching long and furry above her head. Pulling off her slacks she barely could force them over her growing feet. She wiggled her toes, now only four, but attached to a very long thick padded foot. Fur was creeping over them too, and would soon cover her up to her hips. She knew this would happen. She checked her tail, it wiggled behind her, a puff of fluff. Her nose wiggled too, very pink now and slightly upturned. Thankfully she’d never grown whiskers or teeth to match. James might be less enamored of the teeth. Freeing herself from what remained of her cloths she shifted her hips, letting them pop out into her wider stance. It took a moment, but each gave a solid, satisfying snap. She couldn’t ignore the warmth in her groin now. It demanded. Sadly, James wasn’t home. She wanted him. No, she needed him. She grabbed out her phone and texted him as she made her way to the bedroom. No response. She tossed the phone aside onto the dresser and pulled open the drawer that held her sex toys. They were never enough. Still they were better than nothing as she grabbed two dildos. In her current state she didn’t even bother grabbing the lube. Slamming the suction cup of the larger one the wall, she brought her swelling sex in line with it. Not wasting time with ceremony, she rammed deep within her needy cunt. She moaned. Bringing the other to her lips she began to felicitate it, kissing and sucking it as she rode the other. So, engrossed in her play she never heard the phone chirp, or even the door open. Her eyes widened when she saw her lover in front of her. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hands pawing at his pants. She couldn’t wait. She needed more, she needed him. She could smell him. Her fingers reaching for his cock. She pulled the already hardening phallus into her hand. Drooling she slipped it between her lips, even as she continued to hump the wall, her tail twitching, her toes curling. So close, so close she thought. She could feel him hardening in her mouth. She sucked and licked and kissed him, fondling his balls with her free hand, while the other reached between her legs and toyed with her clit. Pushing him back onto the bed, she slid of the dildo, and pounced atop him. He barely had time to get a condom on before she was atop him. He filled her. She rode him for a moment before he shifted and threw her to the bed, he breasts pressed against the sheets as her bunny tailed ass wiggled waiting for him to dominate her. His cock slid back in now, as she squirmed and moaned, her hips pressing back into his. She couldn’t cum without him. It was so frustrating. Now she let the waves wash over her as he pressed down. Her plump backside felt the stinging slap of the flat of his hand, making her squeak in pleasure and pain. It was over faster than she wanted as she could feel her muscles clench, pulling at him as he orgasmed. She wanted to feel that spray, and frowned a bit at the condom’s denial of her wish, but she still let the ebb of her orgasm wash over her even as she slowly sank down around her, cuddling his soft bunny in his massive arms. She rolled over and snuggled into him. The warmth feeling good and secure. Maybe later she could convince him to bring a few more toys into the bed and really let her curl her bunny toes.

Title: The Circle of Life (KovuXSimba) (Short Story) by Prince Seren Tags: Blowjob, Fucking, Kovu, Lion, Lion King, M/M, Rimming, Sex, Simba Simba sighed heavily as he paced around Priderock, the sun just risen a few minutes ago and already the Pridelands were scorching hot. He looked around sniffing the air trying to catch a scent of any signs of his wife and daughter, making sure that they were really gone. Since Nalla and Kiara decided to take a short vacation out of the Pridelands he was going to make his move on Kovu since it was just the two of them. He had fond feelings for the young lion, and he wanted to share them with him, but he was afraid. Never in his whole life would he had suspected that he would love another male lion. He didn't even know if that was part of the Great circle of Life. He wanted to consult Rafiki the old baboon Shaman about his problems, but he knew that wouldn't help. He kept pacing, his paws scratching against the smooth rocky surface of Priderock. The other lionesses were out as well leaving the rock all to himself and Kovu. When he imagined himself as King when he was a cub, he never imagined this day in a million years. The young lion that joined his pride was so...hansom and cute. He had never imagined himself thinking these thoughts... He raised his head and gasped, Kovu was approaching Priderock from his morning hunt. Simba crouched down on all fours trying to make himself invisible, but he knew that the young lion had already seen him. "Simba?" the hansom voice of Kovu came as he leaped up on the steps of Priderock looking around. "Over...over here Kovu," Simba stuttered as he tried to keep calm. "Is something wrong sir?" He asked as he approached. Simba's eyes observed every inch f the young lion, from his mane to his ass which was perfectly smooth and round, his tail swaying slightly with a black tip. "Since we are alone after all Kovu, there has been something I've been ugh, meaning to tell you," Simba started his voice trying to crack on him from nervousness. "What is it Simba?" Kovu questioned smelling the anxiety in Simba. "Your not like yourself sir," He added. "Like I said, since we are alone I have had the sudden urge to um....how do we put it? Mate with you," he at last said lowering his head his red mane flowing down like a river of blood. Kovu looked at Simba for the longest of moments in silence. The silence was so awkward that even the birds had ceased their morning song. "You want to mate with another male lion?" Kovu questioned looking at him directly in the eyes. "I know it sounds...strange and unusual, but ever since you arrived I had this strange infatuation for you," Simba said trying to explain his feelings. "I ugh...I know how you feel, I've been meaning to tell you the same thing Simba, for I feel the same way about you," He said looking up at his king smiling. Simba lifted his head up in shock and looked at Kovu. "You like me as well?" He questioned his ears flickering slightly. "Yes, every chance I get I always observe your body, and in my head I imagine you dominating me like you would Nalla during the mating seasons," Said Kovu a small hint of rosey blush appearing over his muzzle. Simba chuckled softly and walked up towards Kovu, pushing his muzzle against Kovu's in a deep kiss. At first Kovu did''t know how to respond to the kiss, but slowly melted away when he felt Simba's tongue reach inside kissing him back passionitly. "Do you want to try?" Simba questioned. "I do have an erection," He added looking between his legs. His sheath was hard as a rock and a bit of his member was poking out from it. "Yes sire," Kovu replied turning around rising his tail revealing his tight ass. Simba walked towards the young lion purring happily. "Maybe we should go further into the cave," Simba said as he then began to walk back deeper into the Rock, making sure that Kovu followed. Once they reached the darker end of the cave did Simba return his attention to Kovu's ass. He lifted his muzzle up right into it, his tongue came out from his muzzle and began to rim the tight hole of Kovu's ass. His tongue slips inside it tasting his insides and began to lick around the walls opening it up slowly for his cock. Kovu let out a loud moan, purring loudly as his claws extracted and began to scrap against the stone floor as he observed King Simba's movements. "Oh that feels good," Kovu said purring really enjoying the feel of Simba's tongue against his prostate. Simba kept rimming Kovu, until he was nice and open, he then got on top of him, his front paws wrapping around his waist, his rear slowly bending back as his cock reached its destination. "Ready?" Simba asked purring deeply. "Ready," Kovu replied gasping when suddenly he felt Simba's large cock slowly insert itself inside his tailhole. He lets out a moan as he closed his eyes his claws digging into the stone. Simba clenched his jaws shut as his cock slowly pushed inward. This was the feeling that he was longing to feel. It was so different with Kovu then it was with Nalla. "Oh your tight,' Said Simba as he slowly thrust his hips against the other male lion purring loudly feeling the pressure of Kovu's tail hole against his hardening cock. "You're so big Simba," Panted Kovu feeling his own cock submerging from his sheath. Kovu moans loudly, feeling the older lion's cock going in and out of his tailhole, his eyes close as he panted heavily feeling himself get harder and harder, his right paw lifts up as he supports himself wih his legs and other paw and slowly began to stroke his own cock which was fully erect. "Oh fuck yeah," Simba growled slightly placing his head against Kovu's shoulder as he kept moving his cock ramming Kovu's tailhole. "I think...I think I'm getting close," Panted Simba as he growled slightly his hips thrusting deeply. "Hold it Simba, this feels...feels so good," Kovu said grunting slightly stroking his cock with the pads of his cock grunting heavily feeling his prostate get rammed by the King's large cock. "I don't...I don't think," Simba went faster, and faster his hips thrust hard feeling his orgasm reach its peak. He lifts his head roaring loudly when suddenly a river of white shoots into Kovu's tailhole, he removes himself just in time to spread some over Kovu's ass, painting the maroon fur of Kovu in a creamy white panting heavily as he collapsed. Kovu moaned loudly still stroking his member as he turned around. "Suck it Simba," He said purring. Simba grinned and then opened his muzzle and began to lick the lion's cock, tasking that sweet saltiness as he laid on all fours against the lion, his head between his legs. His muzzle wraps over the large member of Kovu's cock and began to suck on it, his tongue gently wraps around the large cock as he sucked on it hard. Kovu moans loudly arching his back as he panted heavily his eyes going glassy as he pants. "Oh Simba, I'm....I'm Cuming!" He growls loudly as he thrust his hips once more his eyes closing tight. Simba tasted salt as he lifted his head, he then was showered with a sea of cum that spurted out from Kovu's cock. The seamen painted his red mane and tanned face a creamy white as he observed Kovu's expression who looked at him panting. Simba watched Kovu's body rise and fall with his breathing. He then crawled up towards Kovu, resting himself on top of the young lion as he kisses him deeply allowing the both of them to share the taste of Kovu's seamen. The lions laid there for the longest of moments, from that moment on he knew that the story of Priderock was altered, that he had fallen in love with another male, and that the path had been changed and that him and Kovu will be mates forever... Was this apart of the Circle of Life?

Title: How Are You? Tags: cheating wife *Another short one which yet again has no sex to speak of. Maybe I should get some Viagra(?). It's a total fabrication and none of the names are real. Hope you enjoy. Vulcez* \+++++ "Hello?" "Hi sweetie. It's so great to hear your voice. I have to tell you, I had a heck of a time finding a new phone number for anyone there. So... how are you all doing?", Linda gushed while trying to keep from sounding breathless and trying to hide the fear and longing that she really felt. Stacy hesitated and decided to play it safe, "Ummm... I'm sorry, who is this?" "For crying out loud, Stacy. This is your mother! I'm.. I'm sorry I haven't called before now but, jeeze, I would expect that you would at least be able to recognize the voice of the mother that loved and raised you for 17 plus years.", Linda said, now very crestfallen. Stacy smiled a bit. She really had been pretty sure that it was her Mom calling but things being what they are she had decided to be extra careful. Being careful also had the added benefit of giving her absentee Mom an emotional "slap aside the head" without being out-right nasty. "Oh, hi Mom. You caught me by surprise and I was just being... you know, careful. I didn't want to start getting chummy with some stalker." Stacy paused again and decided to take issue with her Mom's "loved and raised you for 17 plus years" remark. She was keeping her temper well under wraps but wasn't above being "politely catty". "Mom, I don't think you can count the last three years under the headings of 'raising' or 'loving'. I was almost 14 when you abandoned us and this is the first we have heard from you in over three years. I'm 17 now and haven't felt your motherly love in quite some time." Linda sighed heavily, "I'm sorry, Stacy. Things were just so, so complicated back then I just felt I had to leave. ... But, enough of that! I really called to see how you are doing and maybe talk to your sister and brother if they are around. I plan to be a lot more available to you now that things have settled down. I hope we can reconnect and you can take a little advantage of being the child of a well-to-do mother now that Frank and I are married. I have so much I can do for you, Rachael and Josh. Our life is so much better than what it was when I was with your father. Don't get me wrong, your father is a good person but he just can't provide the niceties of life like Frank has lavished on me. I'm very spoiled now and I love it!" "So now I want to show you kids a REAL life. The way life should be lived. At the same time, I can make up for the years of scraping by we all endured given your father's meager income and yes, maybe make up for my leaving rather abruptly." Stacy was seething by this point. She loved her Dad, Ed Mercer, dearly. She also respected the responsibility and heartache he endured when Linda left forcing him into the role of a single parent trying to raise two early teen and preteen daughters and a wild 20 year old son. She was also very proud of how he had turned their lives around since her Mom's departure. Linda had cleaned out the bank accounts before she left so finances had been suddenly much worse than they had ever been in Stacy's memory. At the young age of 14 Stacy took on the role of homemaker as much as she could to help her family survive. Together they had survived, but it was a struggle for over eight months. Then things got better when her Dad made some drastic changes and now life was great! It would have been easy for Stacy to simply lash out at the perpetrator of much of the pain that defined her fourteenth year of life. That famous temper of hers was ready, waiting in the background like a tiger on a light leash just waiting for slack and the chance to strike. Stacy suddenly felt a rush of utter calm and knew the course of action she needed to take and it was brilliant!! If she lashed out, her mother would undoubtedly hang up and Stacy might never see or hear from her again. This would do no good for anyone and she really did want to have a relationship with her mother regardless of the stupid things she had done. Stacy basked in the calm feeling sweeping over her as she decided how to proceed. She would make her point, rub her mother's nose in the slime of her mistakes and still come away with the chance of a continued relationship for her, her siblings and her mother. Stacy smiled broadly and thought, "Stacy, girl, you may have just figured out a huge life lesson." "Mom! You absolutely will not believe how hot I am. Hang on, I'm going to take a picture with my phone camera and send it to you. Don't hang up!" Stacy stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom with ample light shining through the window. It was around 4:00PM in mid June so the sun came in strong through her west facing window. She smiled brightly, turning a bit sideways to show her coiffed strawberry blond hair piled on her head in an elegant style. She was wearing a full-length lavender evening gown that was elegant but hugged her very feminine frame showing her evolution into full womanhood. The gown was set off by long white gloves that hugged her arms to just above her elbows. She clicked two pictures, chose the better of the two and quickly sent the picture off to her mother's cell phone. "Did you get it? What do you think?" There was a long pause, as Linda viewed and digested the impact that three years in a blooming young woman's life can make. "Oh, my God. Oh, Stacy. You are beautiful. I'm... you... I'm speechless.", Linda said this in a sort of whisper, choking back the lump in her throat that was trying to strangle her. "Oh, Stacy I have missed so much, you have grown so... Oh, shit what have I done." Stacy ignored her mother's reflection and pressed on, "You think that's something, wait 'til you see Rachael!" Stacy glided across the hall to her sister's room, pushed open the door where her now 14 year old sister was getting last minute touches to a very elegant hairdo of her long, thick honey brown hair. Rachael's hair was also piled on her head with several ringlets that formed a coiled frame to her face. Her big gray-blue doe eyes and soft features made everyone stop and stare. Her face was strikingly beautiful. She also was wearing an evening dress that was softly elegant but did a much better job of concealing her charms than the dress worn by her older, more mature sister. "Hey, Rach. Strike a pose. Mom's on the phone and I'm sending a picture of you to her." Rachael was being assisted by a woman in her mid thirties also in an evening gown that was made to impress. The woman possessed a regal beauty that turned heads regularly wherever she went. The woman started to remove herself from the picture frame when Stacy intervened, "No, Janice stay right where you are. I want you in the picture too." Rachael was still a bit stunned but finally rolled her eyes and yelled with her hands cupped around her mouth towards the phone, "Hi, Mom! I can't talk now but lets connect some time later." Stacy clicked a few pictures, picked the best shot and sent it on it's way. After a pause, Stacy put the phone to her ear and said, "Bet you don't recognize Rachael do you? I mean Mom, Rachael's even got boobs!" Rachael got red faced and screamed, "Stacy, you dork! Shut up!", but there was a shy smile on her face as the two other females in the room giggled at her embarrassment. Stacy turned her attention to the phone again, "So wada ya think, Mom?" Linda was at a loss for words, "I'm stunned, sweetie... Just stunned. You two have grown up so much and you are both so beautiful. I'm so proud. I wish I was there with you." Linda kept pulling the phone away from her ear to look at the pictures of her children whom she now missed more than anything. Her heart ached with regret and longing. Then the details of the pictures began to filter through her tear filled eyes. "Why are you two all dressed up? You can't both be going to prom are you?" Stacy had effectively hooked her Mom and was now ready to really start the nose rubbing. "No, Mom. It's even cooler than that. You remember the annual party that you always went nuts about and you and Dad never got invited to? You know. The Sedgewick-McTaggert Welcome to Summer Formal." Linda responded immediately, "Of course, I remember. It was always the social event of the year. Damn, I would have given my eye teeth to go to that formal. Only the most powerful, beautiful people in the whole state were invited. I wanted so much to be able to get all dressed up in a formal gown and rub elbows with the social elite. I would have so loved that.", Linda sighed and then quickly broke out of her imaginary vision. "Oh, my God, did you and Rachael get a job acting as hostesses or wait-staff for that party? Wow, that is amazing! I'm so proud of you two. To think my daughters are actually going to get to be there among the beautiful people. I'm jealous!", Linda gushed breathlessly. "No, Mom we are not part of the wait-staff. We are invited guests. As a matter of fact, we get to sit at the head table because Daddy is the guest of honor! It's a surprise for him, but Daddy is also going to get roasted! Isn't that like just too cool! I even get to be one of the roasters! I am soooo nervous but also so excited." Linda was dumbfounded,"What? You're kidding right? You have to be kidding. Why would a lowly Cost Containment Clerk get invited to the Welcome to Summer Formal much less be the guest of honor? That just doesn't happen in real life. You're lying to me aren't you?" "Yeah, right Mom. Rachael and I get all dressed up each day just on the off chance that you would call so we could yank your chain. Get real, Mom. A lot has changed since you abandoned us. We were very hurt, no, we were all devastated; but, Dad pulled us all together, even Josh, and somehow made a new life for us. Maybe I should bring you up to date on what's happened since you dumped us. This will have to be quick because the limo should be back with Fauna and Josh in about 15 minutes and then we will have to leave." Stacy sighed deeply to quell her anger before she began her narrative of their life 'after Mom'. "Dad was pretty much destroyed when he found out you were 'doing it' with some old fart in your and his bed. You kinda disappeared right after he found out and confronted you so I guess you were already planning to leave but the date just got pushed up a bit." Linda interrupted Stacy to whisper, "I'm sorry, Stacy. I didn't know you knew what happened between your Dad and I, but yes, after your Dad knew, I felt I had to leave. What was the point in staying. I mean, my God, he even had pictures of us! Frank and I decided to leave town and go to his Manhattan apartment and that's where we've been ever since." I'm sorry your Dad decided to tell you about what happened. I think that was kind of low to involve you kids." "Horse shit, Mom! That is just pure horse shit.", Stacy tried to get her rising temper back under control. She took a deep breath and continued, "Dad didn't tell us. I told him! Who do you think took the pictures? Duhhh! Rachael and I came home and everything was quiet except for some weird noises I heard coming from your bedroom. I told Rachael to wait downstairs and I went up quietly to investigate. When I saw what you were doing, I grabbed your cell phone, took a few pictures and sent them to Dad. Then Rachael and I left and went over to a friends house. By the time Rachael and I came home that night you had locked yourself in the bedroom and never came out but we could hear you crying. You were gone by the next morning. The last image I have of my 'loving' mother was of her on her back under some old guy in my Dad's bedroom. Tell me that didn't take therapy to get the images out of my head. I'm glad you at least had covers over your bodies or I would probably be in therapy even now." "I can't believe you are the one who betrayed me, Stacy. How could you do that?" "I don't think this is the time or place to trade shots about betrayal, Mother. It would be a pretty uneven match, don't you think? I'll put my fire hose up against your squirt gun any day and we won't even talk about Rach and Josh's stuff. So do you want a recap of the last three years or not?", Stacy was actually marveling at her own self control and her handling of this situation. The thought crossed her mind that she had really grown and matured in the last few years. Linda understood at that moment that to have any kind of relationship with her children she was going to have to walk through the hell of facing responsibility for her actions and the outcome of those actions. This was not going to be some easy task. Not something a few gifts and trips would automatically fix. Her children had had to accept and adapt to a life without her in it. She wanted to know how they had fared but to do that she would have to hear how they felt about her decisions and choices. Did they all hate her? No time for running now. If she backed away now she would most likely lose them, probably forever, but if she wanted to reconnect she would have to accept their feelings and feel their fire. Was she up for this? Was any of this worth the pain she knew would come later? Linda steeled herself. Her voice was soft and contrite, "Yes, Stacy you are absolutely right. We will have to have those kinds of discussions at some time, I suppose, but for right now we need to be back on some kind of reasonable speaking terms. I called to reestablish contact with my children and this will be a good first step. So let me hear what your lives have been like after I left." "Mom, you just won't believe it. It's like something out of a story, like a fairy tale, even. Anyway, Dad went into a real funk for a few months and it was really bad. A lot of days, Rachael and I would come home from school and I would make her stay outside while I went in and checked to be sure that I wouldn't find Dad dead or something. Every time the phone would ring, I would jump thinking it was the police or hospital or something. I told Josh he needed to step up and quit drinking and partying because I couldn't be the only one trying to hold on. He did try, I think, but he wasn't much help. Finally, Dad started reading books on surviving breakups, grief and stuff. A lot of nights he would just lock himself in the bedroom and we would hear the clicking of the keyboard keys on the computer. He was writing which I think helped him a lot." "Remember how overweight he had gotten? Well, one day he started getting up early to run and he even dusted off the treadmill and the weight machine thingy and started using them. I thought he was trying to beat himself back into living again." Stacy paused and thought for a moment then she said, "I know you probably don't want to know all this stuff about Dad, but it really is important in the whole scheme of things. So, sorry if it's not what you wanted to hear about. By the way, he's looking pretty hot now." "No, no that's okay honey, I do need to hear about this, but thanks for caring enough to put that in perspective for me. I do want to know how you, Rachael and Josh are doing mostly. "Well, Rachael's an easy one. She just kind of pulled herself into a shell and stayed there for quite a while. She's pretty much come around now and you wouldn't believe how well she's doing. A lot of that has to do with Janice. She and Rachael have really clicked." Linda looked at the picture on her phone again and took special note of the woman helping Rachael get ready. "Okay, who is Janice exactly?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Janice is Dad's girlfriend. Isn't she gorgeous? ... And she's so sweet. She's a former swimsuit model and still does fashion modeling. She's really helped Rachael come out of her shell and now she's helping Rachael get started in the modeling world. ... Oh, Mom! You have to get a copy of last month's Teen Fashion World magazine. Rachael is on the front cover and she looks absolutely amazing! She is really becoming quite in demand as a model." "What! How... When did this all happen? Your Father hooks up with a girl half his age and now she's pimping your sister out to photographers! If I find out she's doing any cheesecake photos I will have Dad and Janet or whatever her name is up on charges.", Linda was close to hyperventilating now. Stacy waited to bring some calm to the situation (with an awareness that she knew where she probably inherited her temper), then she spoke very softly for effect, "Mother, Daddy and Janice are very, very protective and careful about any modeling work Rachael or I do. At least one of them is at every shoot, they insist on the photographer signing an iron clad contract with Dad and not one photo gets taken without Dad's review and permission. Do you really think Dad would allow anything remotely close to 'cheesecake' for either of us? He won't even allow her in a swim suit shot. As for Dad's girlfriend. Janice is her name, she's 34 years old so there is 11 years difference between her and Daddy. That's a LOT fewer years than you and Franky, who is what? 100? I don't know if they will ever get married but they are cute together and she has helped him a lot. She even says nice things about him once in a while so he seems pretty happy. Happier than I have EVER seen him, in fact." "Frank is only 66 to my 43, Stacy.", Linda interjected hastily. "I'm just not sure if modeling is a good life choice for Rachael, it's certainly nothing I would have allowed. She needs something more dignified to do with her life." Stacy bit her tongue to keep from saying something like, "Dignified? Like dumping your family to become some arm ornament for some 66 year old rich guy.", so she pressed on, ignoring the interruption. "Modeling has done great things for Rachael, Mom. She is not nearly as shy. She now carries herself with an air of confidence and poise that she never had. She finally knows who she is, what she can accomplish and what she is good at. She even directs or suggests theme poses for some of her shoots. Let's face it Mom, Rachael has never been great academically and always considered herself a loser because she felt she had a bleak future. Now, she may be a world class fashion model before she graduates from high school and have a bank account that even YOU would be proud of. Before you ask, yes, I said I am modeling too, but I'm not so much into it. Rach and I do fashion stuff together where I am sort of an extra to highlight her or wear different patterns or colors of an outfit set we're showcasing. The best part is that Rach and I have gotten really close because we are helping each other and working together. I get paid pretty well also so I am saving a lot of money towards college. School is still my thing so I'm doing well. I've been taking a few extra courses each semester so I can graduate early and start college sooner. I'm still holding my 'A' average but I'm a bit worried about chemistry this year. It's a butt kicker but I need it if I'm going to get into veterinary school." "Oh! Mom! You won't believe this. Rach and I get to keep the outfits we model so I actually have a wardrobe now! Can you believe it! I'm actually one of the best dressed in my class instead of 'Miss Geekazoid'. A lot of the 'too cool for you' girls in my class ask ME for fashion advice and some even have asked for my autograph!! Isn't that just too sick? I'm like almost popular. The best part is that the guys are starting to notice me.", Stacy giggled. This was all very disturbing to Linda who had always struggled to achieve some undefined level of social strata. She had left her family behind to achieve social acceptance and it seemed most of her family members had achieved lofty heights without her. To make the cut even deeper, they had accomplished this with seemingly no effort! Linda sighed heavily, "I'm thrilled you and your sister have done so well, Sweetie. So, although I'm afraid to ask, how is Josh doing? Is my boy okay?" Stacy took a deep breath and checked the clock on her night stand to see how much time she thought she had knowing that soon the limo would return with Josh and Fauna. She didn't want to get into the next topic and run out of time before she finished. She noted that she probably had enough time. "Well, Mom, surprisingly I have to admit that Josh has turned a corner on getting his life on track. He was pretty wild, as you know, before you left and continued his drinking and hanging out with his friends after you left. He even got worse for a while. Daddy finally jumped down his throat and demanded that he quit partying and at least find a job or go back to school. Josh told him where to go so Daddy finally threw him out and told him not to come back until he had a job. Daddy even had the police remove him from the house a couple of times." "What! Your asshole father threw my baby boy out of the house! How dare he! I'll have Frank contact a lawyer and sue that prick!", Linda huffed. "Good luck with that, Mom.", Stacy said shaking her head. She knew her mother always considered Josh to be her favorite and let him get away with anything. She also knew that Linda supported his antics by slipping him money whenever he asked for it. He was actually pretty lucky that he never got arrested or in serious trouble. "That was a year and a half ago, Mom, and Josh and Dad have pretty much come to terms since then. Josh mooched off of his friends for a while and even they got tired of supporting his lazy ass so they dumped him. He was on the street for a while and finally decided he didn't like life there, especially when he saw the three of us doing okay. He came to Dad and apologized and wanted to move back home. Dad kept with the 'get a job first' position so Josh got a job working on roofing. He finally moved back home but Dad made him pay his own way to show him what being an adult was about. It was sort of funny listening to him moan about the hard work and having to pay for food, rent and his car and not having any money afterward. Dad always would tell him that's the way of the real world and get used to it. It pretty much went on like that for about a year until Fauna came along." "Don't tell me your Dad has another girlfriend. Who is Fauna?" Stacy laughed. "No, Mom, Fauna is Dad's personal assistant. She is one sharp cookie and doesn't put up with any shit from anyone. Dad always refers to her as his boss. She is only 22 years old but she really has her act together. She actually met Dad at a convention he was working in Minneapolis. She walked up to him, shook his hand and told him he needed to hire her to make all travel arrangements, bookings and manage his expenses if he wanted to be a REAL success. She then handed him her resume and told him to call her when he was ready to take his career seriously. Dad hired her on the spot. She lives here with us so Dad jokes about having his harem to deal with. She really has been instrumental in helping Dad get his career off the ground. She is like having my very own big sister and we all love her. She's a real Norwegian cutie. She's about 5' 7 with short blond hair and baby blue eyes. Josh took one look at her and fell in love. She told Josh she wouldn't date anyone that wasn't going somewhere with his life so all of a sudden Josh got motivated. Mom, Josh enlisted in the Air Force four months ago and is soon to be headed to Monterey, California to language school where he will be learning Russian, I think." "What!!? Air Force? Language School? RUSSIAN!!? Holy shit!", Linda was aghast; this was too much. Chuckling at her mother's reaction, Stacy pressed on, "Wild, huh? He's at Lackland, Air Force Base waiting for his security clearance to be completed so Dad asked him if he could take some leave to come home to visit and go to the party. Fauna is softening up to him but still won't admit that they are an item. But us girls can tell she is hooked. She doesn't date anyone else and they talk on the phone for hours when they can. It's so cute. Josh is like... smitten. He has a plan to finish language school and go to college to get his degree and become an officer. Can you believe that! My nutso brother a military officer! Just too weird! It's strange what love will make you do, isn't it?", Stacy smiled at her own little dig at her Mom while innocently discussing her brother's future plans. Abruptly a baritone voice began singing out "The Impossible Dream" in the background. Stacy laughed and stepped into the hallway outside her bedroom. "Oh, Mom you gotta hear this." She held out her phone in the direction of the voice as a series of wolf howls and groans were heard from very feminine voices. Rachael yelled out with a chuckle in her voice, "Daddy! Sing my favorite song 'Far Far Away'. On second thought just go sing far far away." Janice joined in with, "Don't quit your day job!" Stacy followed up with, "Daddy, why don't you take it on the road. I think there's a bus leaving in 10 minutes!" The girls could be heard laughing in the background as Ed was heard saying, "You girls are killing me! I get no respect. My own family... That does it. You are all off my Christmas list!" More laughter was followed by a female chorus of "We love you, Daddy!" and a male promise that okay they were back on the Christmas list. Stacy came back on the phone laughing, "He's so funny. He always sings when he's happy or gets excited nerves and we always give him a hard time about it. It's a little game we play." "Oh.", was all Linda could say. It was evident that her family had moved on without her. She was subconsciously hoping they would somehow still be hurting because of missing her. She then fell silent. Stacy picked up the ball of conversation and continued her narrative. "Daddy doesn't know he's the guest of honor tonight but he's a bit nervous because he and Jack McTaggert are going to play a couple of guitar duos with the band. You know Daddy and his blues guitar stuff. After he and Jack became sort of buddies they both discovered they love to play guitar and they get together pretty much weekly to practice and drink a little beer. They joke about becoming rock stars . They're actually pretty good but they just do it for fun. Tonight is their first public gig and should be a hoot. Can you picture Dad in a tux playing guitar on a stage?" Stacy chuckled with that visual in her mind's eye. Linda was again floored. "Your Dad and John McTaggert are friends? THE John McTaggert? How did that come about?" Stacy smiled to herself. She knew that her Mom held the McTaggerts in high esteem because of their wealth and power. She also knew that her Mother had always wanted to just meet the McTaggerts and here her Dad and Jack McTaggert had not only met but were now pretty much 'best buds'. Stacy also relished the fact that he had insisted that all the family call him Jack instead of the formal Mr. McTaggert. He was a pretty nice guy who had been instrumental in launching Ed's writing career. "Yes Mom. THE John, or Jack as his close friends call him, McTaggert. It all started when Daddy wrote a couple of articles about surviving and rebuilding life after a traumatic event like losing everything when a cheating wife dumps you and runs off with her boy-friend. Dad was thrilled when a couple of small magazines bought the articles for publication. Jack read the articles I guess, contacted Daddy and asked him to be a featured motivational speaker at one of the McTaggert corporate employee meetings. We thought Dad was going to have a heart attack. He developed a lecture from his articles and delivered it at their meeting. The speech went well so Jack hired Daddy again to speak at their annual stockholders meeting. Daddy got offers to speak at other meetings for companies represented by the board of directors and things sort of took off from there. Dad started writing more and more and better known magazines picked up his articles and soon he quit his job to devote all his time to writing and speaking. Jack kept introducing Daddy to important people and they started hanging out and they soon discovered they both had a love of playing blues and rock guitar. They have been buds ever since." Stacy paused a long time to give her Mother time to digest all that had transpired. It was after all an amazing turn of events. "Your father is now a writer? ... An author? ... A published writer? Your father, my ex-husband, is a published author?", Linda struggled to get her head around the far-fetched concept of her 'loser ex' becoming a success. She secretly hoped that it didn't pay all that well. There was a sound of activity coming from the main floor of the house. People arriving, murmured discussion and light laughter. A strong new male voice could be heard as well as a much softer female voice. Stacy could see Janice leaving Rachael's room and walking towards the stairway leading to the main level. It was easy to surmise that she was heading downstairs to play hostess to the new arrivals. Stacy suddenly remembered the step in tonights activity plan that she had forgotten. "Mom. I'm going to have to go pretty soon. Jack and Mona McTaggert are here with the photographers to take pictures for the newspaper society page and the coffee table picture album they publish and sell every year about the 'magical time' people had at the Summer Formal. It kind of makes me want to barf but I guess the book brings in a lot of money for charity and us attendees get to feel warm and fuzzy and good about ourselves." Stacy said this with more than a little bit of sarcasm because she did find it over the top and self indulgent. Still, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that her Father's achievements had suddenly elevated their family to a place where others (especially her wayward Mother) would regard them with esteem. Linda was quick to defend the practice. "Oh, Stacy don't take it so lightly. It's a great honor and privilege to be in that book and to know you took part in an historic event. You should be absolutely thrilled you get to be an attendee. Since you will be at the head table, your pictures will be on almost every page! I have secretly bought one of those books almost every year and this year I'll be able to point at pictures of Josh, you and Rachael and say 'See these special people. They are my kids.' I'm actually very jealous but very proud at the same time. I'm definitely putting in my order for several copies of the book as soon as they come out." "Okay, Mom. ... Oh! Hey. Daddy is doing some kind of writer thingy in New York over Labor Day weekend and Rachael, Janice, Fauna and I were going with him. Maybe we can plan on getting together then. I really would like to see you and I'm sure I can get Rachael to come too, but you need to know that she is still pretty pissed at you for leaving. Maybe we can bring Janice with us so you can meet her. Ummm, would you want to see Daddy, also?" "Oh, sweetie! That's a fabulous idea! Yes, yes lets put something together. I definitely want to see you and Rach but your Dad and his slu... ummm, girlfriend I'm not sure that's a good idea. Too much pain there from both sides I'm sure. I would like you to meet Frank, however; after all he is your step-father now." Stacy stuck her finger in her wide open mouth with her tongue sticking out feigning gagging and said, "No, Mom. I still have nightmares about you and Frank doing the nasty so the only way I will meet Frank and you is if Daddy and Janice are there. I think it's only fair." "We'll see what works, Stacy, but let's not let that upset the overall purpose which is for us to see each other. I am already excited about seeing you and Rach again so let's concentrate on that. Coincidently, Frank is using his influence to get us tickets for a Meet the Author Day put on by the New York Literary Guild over that weekend also. I will press him to get tickets for us all. It should prove to be a very prestigious event. Several novelists will be on hand to sign books and meet and greet. Frank is very excited. David Vulcez has committed to being there and Frank is absolutely giddy to meet him. David is a new novelist and Frank says his first book is absolutely brilliant. I know the coasts generally become aware of the newest trends and happenings before the mid-west gets to hear about them but by chance have you heard of David?" Stacy picked up on the somewhat condescending tone in her Mother's statement and couldn't help but laugh and decided to give it right back. "Yes, Mother. I have heard of David Vulcez. As a matter of fact, I've met him on a number of occasions. Yes, I agree his work is quite brilliant. I read his book a while ago and found it to be quite..., how should I say, provocative. Have you read his book, Mom?" Linda was taken aback by Stacy's quip but decided not to react. "No, I can't honestly say that I have. I'm not much of a fan of that type of reading but Frank definitely is a fan." Stacy was now laughing and almost said something about there not being enough pictures in the book for her Mom's literary tastes but she refrained, "Mom, do you have a hard or soft bound copy of David's book available?" Linda looked around and then stepped into Frank's study. "Ummmm, yes! I have his hardbound copy right here on Frank's desk. Why do you ask?" "Mom, look at the back inner flap of the dust cover and tell me what you see." "Ummm there's a picture of the auth... Oh, my God! It's Ed!!! Oh, my God. It's the picture I took of your father about seven or eight years ago! Jesus! How can this be? This can't be David Vulcez. Your father is NOT David Vulcez. Please tell me this is some mistake." Stacy was still laughing and trying not to choke as the full impact of the irony kept bombarding her thoughts, "No can do, Mother. Yes, yes and yes, David Vulcez is really Edward J. Mercer. When Daddy decided to write a novel he wanted to keep his different writing purposes separate for a number of reasons so he came up with a pen name and released his first novel under the name of David Vulcez. This is just too funny. Your husband's favorite author is your ex-husband. That is just hilarious. This is too good. They ought to make a movie. I can't believe this. No one could make this shit up. Oh, damn this is too funny." Linda just sat sullenly and finally just said softly, "Shit." Stacy needed to go so she just said, still laughing, "I have to go Mom, I'll text you my email address and you can send me yours and we'll get our plans worked out for Labor Day weekend. I'm so glad you called and I really am excited about seeing you again. I love you, Mom. Still too funny." Linda just offered, "Tell you brother and sister I said 'Hi' and give them my number so they can call me when they get a chance. I love you too Stacy." Stacy went downstairs still laughing about the implications of this recent turn of events and prepared to go through the motions of having photos taken for the society gawkers. She knew she would have no trouble smiling brightly but only she would know why (for the time being). Linda sat deep in thought for a long time and came to the realization that karma was indeed a vengeful bitch. She was still reeling from her conversation with Stacy when Frank nearly bounded into the room. "Linda! You are not going to believe this! I just got a card from David Vulcez! I wrote to him telling him how much I enjoyed his book and how I really looked forward to meeting him in September. He actually wrote back to me and says ... in his own handwriting, no less..." Dear Frank, You have no idea how thrilled I am that you read and liked my first novel. Although you may not know it, you have made a very positive impact on my life and my career. I don't know that I can ever thank you enough so I look forward to the possibility of thanking you in person. You have lifted a great weight off my shoulders and provided a much needed spark in my growth as a human being and a writer. I am deeply indebted to you. Best wishes, David Vulcez Frank continued babbling his enthusiastic joy, gushing about how he must have met David at some time, his picture looked somehow familiar but he couldn't place where he had seen him. He now could not wait to meet and hoped to become good friends with his newest favorite author. Linda just continued to become more and more sullen and depressed as Frank's words faded deeper and deeper from her awareness. Finally, in a raspy dry throated voice she just softly said, "Shut up, Frank. Just shut the fuck up."

Title: The Reluctant Thief by RhymeFur Tags: Age Play, Domination/Submission, Feline, M/F, Nudity, Oral, Wolf The Reluctant Thief Well after a LONG rest I guess I am back in the writing business. Well first this story is an erotic story, featuring cubs and adults in adult situations, and as so may not be suitable for all audiences. If you are not old enough to view this file then don't, it's that simple, then again if you are at an area that this file is featured then you already had to go through there adult check before viewing this, so you where warned. Most of the action in this is semi-consensual and you should not proceed any further if such things upset you. As always this is total fiction and is based on a world comparable to the 50's in technology. Well I have warned you as much as I wish to, too much and you will begin scrolling past it anyway. So, for those of you still here, sit back and enjoy the show. It was night in the country, a small farmhouse about 2 miles from town sits in the darkness, the light of the half moon illuminating the quiet house. At two stories high and looks like it has been standing there for many years, wear and use show through the paint, but one could hardly call it run down, behind it stands a modest cornfield, it stretches out for about 6 acres in every direction. Next to the house stands a small shed, with a few chickens, the old roof of the thing sturdy but weathered. In the past few weeks though a chicken or two would be gone in the morning, there would never be so much of a commotion to wake him or the rosters though. Living in the house is a gray wolf, a bit past the prime of his life at 30 he stands at 6 feet, covered in a silver fur he is muscled and worn from years of making a living for himself. His body is hard and sturdy like the house he lives in, his build modest and drawing his fur close to his body, scars line his body in occasional places, not battle scars though, he was never a fighter, living in peaceful times. All his wear is from the farm where he works and lives, weather tending to the small amount of animals he has or working the field, the years where kind enough to him where he never had need to work in the factory or storefront. He wears modest clothing, an old red cotton T-shirt drapes over his chest, down lower is a pair of denim overalls, dirty and worn, but comfortable and rugged, he likes to think they are much like himself. The wolf paces around the house carefully as he turns all of his lights off, he chuckles to himself as he plans to catch the thief who has been raiding his chickens. A few weeks ago he came in like he always did into the hen house to gather eggs, there he noticed the latch wasn't as he left it and doing a careful count he saw that his smallest chicken was missing, along with the mornings supply of eggs. The next time he was able to catch a footprint in the cornfield, he could tell by the shape it was a feline foot, but what he found odd was just how small the print was, almost as if it belonged to a kitten. It was always after he feel asleep that the thief came around, using the darkness as a cover, no other neighbors around to notice anything. He waited in the shadows until about 10 p.m. it was fall and it was beginning to get a bit chilly out, this late at night he wondered if the wait was for nothing. Any good thief would have known to go on to another place unless they where desperate, perhaps they where caught and killed by someone else, not uncommon in these lands. Then he hears a noise, his lupine ears perk towards the noise and he inches forward, his footfalls silent and steady, bare feet gently touching cold ground, knowing every inch of his land. The thief appears in the light of the moon, a small feline, no more then three and a half feet tall and dressed in rags. It was hard to make out the gender in this light but by the facial features and obvious slender build, the cat seemed to be no more then a child. He pondered for a moment then leapt forward, catching the thief in his grasp and picking the feline up easily, dragging the offender back into his house. The feline cried out, the voice that of a young girl, she struggled for a bit as she was dragged in "Hey, let me go!" she cried out, wiggling as she is carried into the house. The wolf growls softly "Stay still and maybe I won't turn you into chicken feed little one" he says gruffly, as he turns on the light to the house, he blinks a bit, letting his eyes get used to the light. Well electricity is hardly common around the area he makes sure to have what few luxuries he can manage, such as a refrigerator and electric heat, though more costly it tends to keep things warmer and reach better then vents from gas could. The lupine smiles a bit, as he sets the girl down, looking her over "stay here and lets have a talk, if you don't try to run I won't have to chase you down with my shotgun, understand?" he says to her in a stern tone. The girl whimpers and nods softly as she looks at her situation, she takes a seat at the table "Y-yes sir" she says softly. The girl is indeed short and skinny, if not for her voice and hair she could almost pass for a male of her age, her fur is a light brown color, masked over by the layers of dirt caked in them, her little body looking like it is underfed. She wears a brown pair of pants, perhaps a different color at one time; she also wears a white shirt, that to looking more brown then anything, a few sizes too large for her. She shifts nervously, as she looks the male over, sighing as it is at least warm and she won't die cold. The male smiles a bit and then nods "My name is Darien, and if you don't wish to get on my bad side you had better answer my questions, understand?" He says, his tone stern, but not harsh. The girl nods a bit, her face very obviously betraying her fear "Ok sir, I'll do my best" she says gently, her little feet not even touching the floor of the adult sized chairs. Darien smirks as at least she knows not to be on his bad side "Well, first I want you to tell me why you where stealing my chickens" he says, leaning back against the chair. She shivers softly "About a month ago I ran away from the orphanage at the next town over, I took the chickens because I need to eat sir, please don't beat me" she says, cowering a bit. Darien nods softly and ponders what exactly to do with her "Well first what is your name girl?" he asks, curious. The feline looks up at him and whimpers "Sir, please don't send me back there, it's horrible at that place" she whimpers softly. Darien growls low "I said tell me your name, we will discuses other things after." He says to her, leaning towards her. The girl shivers and nods "Sorry sir, my name is Tina" she says, lowering her head. Darien chuckles to himself as he sits there for a moment, as if thinking a great thought, his tail bobbing slowly behind him. "Well you have a choice Tina, you can either stay here and become my little pet or I can call the orphanage tomorrow and tell them I have you." He says, musing over the thought. In this land it is not uncommon for a creature with a house to take a pet, either buying one outright or with someone who needs to take care of debt of face punishment. Tina whines softly as she thinks "Please sir, I'll stay here, just don't make me go back there" she says, somehow whatever this male had in store for her had to be better then where she was before. The wolf smiles "That's a good girl, now come with me and we'll get you in a tub, then after you clean you can have some supper with me" he says, motioning for her to follow him as he heads to the stairs. Tina thinks for a moment then follows him, not to fond of the idea of another cold bath, but the idea of food too alluring for her to pass up. Taking his time he walks up and old set of stairs, creaky but sturdy, much like himself at times. The walls of the bathroom are gray, offering no more then the sheet rock covering the bare walls, another project to work on later, he leads her to a large clawfoot tub and starts to run the water, watching closely behind him to make sure she has followed. He smiles softly and looks her over "You better take off your clothes, I'm not having those in my tub pet." He says, making sure to emphasize the last word for her. Tina nods softly and takes of her clothes slowly, letting them drop to the floor. Her body looks even more tiny nude, her fur clings to her and along her back are scars, some looking newer then others, looking down her furless little sex is visible, dirty as the rest of her. Darien looks over her, smiling at her young body and grunting in disapproval as he sees whip lashes across her back "What happened to your back "He says softly, testing the water and stopping it at a good level. Tina winces as even the mention of that almost makes her feel the pain again, drawing her memory back to it "I got those because I wasn't able to do the work sir" she says, now becoming more apparent why she was so adamant against returning to where she was. Darien nods softly and picks her up, gently lowering her into the warm water, being sure not to drop her; he then starts to strip, undoing his overalls. Tina gasps as she enters the water, slowly lapping over her fur, she was expecting it to be cold, not to have a warm bath drawn just for her, and she blinks as the male begins to take his clothing off "What are you doing sir?" she asks gently. All in all few furs in that era are shy of nudity, clothing is to keep you warm when it's cold and in some cases when working with food it's needed to help keep things clean, some though go without clothing most of the time and even in public. The wolf smiles "It has been a long day for me to, and I do not wish to run the bath water twice" he says, slipping his clothing off. Now that his clothes are off the sweat makes his fur cling to his body, his heavyset balls and large sheath visible to all. The young girl nods softly, watching as the male gets in the tub with her, obviously having room for two adults, making the fit easy for an adult and child. Darien smiles a bit and gets out a bar of soap, gently he brings it to the girl and starts to rub her shoulders, making sure to get them clean "Now just relax my pet" he says "The more you cooperate, the faster we get to eat." He says softly to her. The kitten nods softly and relaxes a bit, the warm water very soothing after being outside all the time, her fur slowly becoming clean as he washes her stomach and chest. The wolf looks at her and murrs a bit, looking her over "Turn around for me, I need to get your back, I'll be as gentle as I can." He says, slowly turning her around. "Tina winces as she is turned around, gritting her teeth as he washes her back, the pain not as bad as she thought it would be but still there. Darien says to her gently "There all done with your back" he smiles, getting a pitcher and pouring water over her hair, starting to wash her hair and face gently "Keep your eyes closed so no soap gets in them" he adds. Tina closes her eyes obediently wondering just what he wants from her, but she doesn't have time to complete that thought, her head once again getting drenched as the soap washes form her head, leaving her upper body clean. Darien smiles softly to her "There, now flip back around and I'll get everything else" he says to her. The little brown kitten nods a bit, turning back around, feeling better now that her face is cleaned off, and stretches her legs out, her feet near his hands. He nods and chuckles picking one of her feet up and starting to wash it off, taking out a scrubber to wear off all the calluses, then doing the same to her other foot, slowly washing up her legs after. She giggles as he scrubs her feet, nervous but really unable to help the fact that it tickles, relaxing her further. From what she can tell he doesn't seem too cruel and she can't imagine he wants to eat her, eating prey species is hardly taboo, but for a predator to eat another is near unheard of. Darien rubs higher and higher, his fingers now soaping between her thighs, he forces them apart lightly and starts to soap up her little lips, murring deeply. The young girl whimpers and whines softly as he rubs her there, not to sure what he is doing, but spreading her legs for him, not wanting to make him reconsider feeding her "Umm, what are you doing?" she asks hesitantly. The wolf smiles softly "Just touching a place that I will be touching allot soon" he says, softly, with a slight look of lust to his eyes. Gently he rubs between her lips, before moving to her rear, soon finishing up as she just lets him, letting out little whimpers, but seeming it doesn't hurt she tries not to object so he'll keep it that way. "You will have to get used to me touching every part of you, and also you will have to touch just about every part of me, just not tonight." He says patting her head before rubbing her shoulders. She blinks a few times and nods, less sure about this but resting for now, watching him wash himself. He moves faster on himself, having taken baths many times throughout his life he has become attuned to doing it quickly, not one to waste time, and also knowing that his new pet is hungry. In a few minutes he stand up, gently lowering her onto the floor and stepping out after, letting the now brown water drain out. He moves over to one of the cupboards and pulls out a towel, first making sure to dry the girl off, then himself. Damien smiles softly "You won't be needing your clothing from now on, it's warm enough in here" he says flatly. Tina sighs softly and nods a bit, following the male downstairs to the kitchen, feeling quite nervous about the whole idea of being a pet, not knowing she'd have to be nude. She feels the floor under her, it seems clean enough, she has a good guess that at least part of what she does there will include housework. Downstairs in the kitchen/dining room Tina takes a seat, while the large male goes to the refrigerator to take out a couple of items. Damien looks back to the girl as he puts some chicken on the frying pan "Relax my little pet, soon you will see there is little to be worried about, I don't beat my farm animals and I'm not about to start on you" he says, adding a few vegetables to the mix. Tina nods nervously, at least she won't get beaten, she thinks, that takes a bit off of her mind as her nose catches the wonderful scents wafting from the pan. The large wolf smiles softly "It'll be ready in just a bit" he says to her, getting out two plates "Do you know how to use a knife and fork?" he asks her. The young kitten nods softly, a bit stunned that she would be allowed to use such things "Yes sir I know how" she says softly, her tail swishing back and forth. Damien chuckles slightly and nods "Well that's good, just because you are going to be under my eye and hand does not mean you have to act like a wild animal" Bringing the food to the table Darien smiles, the food although not much to most it consists of chicken and green beans, with an onion chopped into the mix. He sets out the food and silverware in front of her, and places his own dish down "One more thing" he says, going to the fridge and pulling out a brown jug. Tina stands there in front of her dish, letting out a tiny whimper as she waits for his ok. Darien chuckles softly "You can eat little one, I'm just getting us something to wash it down with" he says, pouring two glasses of a white liquid, giving it to the girl as he takes his seat across from her. The kitten starts to eat at once, though she tries to show restraint she is almost gulping down the food, she then looks to the glass in front of her, she takes a little sniff and gulps a bit of it, she smiles brightly as she looks to the male "It's milk!" she says excitedly. The wolf chuckles and nods, starting to eat his own food "Well I have a cow out in the yard little pet" he says murring "I'll treat you very well as long as you learn to follow orders" he adds, taking a large bite out of his own food. Tina nods as she eats, taking a sip of the milk with every other bite, it's been so long sense she's had milk, and never cold like this, she continues to smile softly, thinking that whatever he wants her to do can't be worth running away for if he takes care of her like this. Soon the food is gone, Tina sits there purring contentedly after about 2 servings of food, her tummy full and her little paws warm. Darien yawns softly, he has had a long day working in the field and it is approaching midnight "Ok little one, now it's time for bed, tomorrow I'll start to train you but I need my rest if I am to get any work done" he says, moving over to the girl and scooping her up. The girl lets out a little noise as she is picked up, more surprised then anything else, but she doesn't resist any, wrapping her little arms around the large males chest, feeling oddly comforted there. She can't remember the last time she was picked up and held in another furs arms, the feeling of warmth filling her body more as she becomes comfortable. Slowly he carries her up the stairs, surprised at how well this is going, he takes her into his bedroom and puts her on the bed "Ok kitten, now you have to sleep with me" he says, striping his clothing off and slipping under the comforters. Tina nods softly, letting out a little yawn herself "Yes sir" she says softly, slipping under the covers. She lays next to the male for a while, wondering if he is going to touch her again, but as she turns around to see him, she finds he is already fast asleep. Soon she finds herself passed out next to him, with how much she's been running around sense she ran away from that awful place she never did get a good full sleep. When the young cat woke up in the morning she found that the male was already gone outside to work, on the bed next to her she found a note. After a little bit she was able to figure out what it said. For her age being able to read wasn't so uncommon, it has just been a long while sense she had the need or even anything to read. \-Pet, there is cereal and a bowl and spoon on the counter, pour yourself some and have some milk with it, I'll be in around lunchtime, do not go outside of the house.- She looked it over a few more times to be sure of what it said and headed to the bathroom, breakfast could wait, and she really had to pee. She looked around the bathroom as she relieved herself. Everything looked different from last night, the light from the window gave it an almost unearthly glow, and she wondered just what was in store for her today, hoping that it wouldn't be too hard. No matter what though she wasn't going back to the orphanage, she would do her best to be a good little pet, though she was still nervous in just what he wanted with her privates. Tina headed downstairs after she washed her little hands and wiped herself good, she found the cereal and everything right where he said, she pondered running but realized that no matter what he was going to do to her that it had to be better then where she was before. She ate her breakfast slowly now, the hunger pains of before all but faded away, this meal just to maintain herself, and any excuse to have some more milk. She finished and looked around the kitchen, making mental notes to herself to where everything is, assuming that he'll most likely have her clean house when it needed to be done. Lunch time soon arrived and the wolf came in from the fields, wearing overalls and nothing else, his body dirty but all in all he looked composed, showing that he must have been doing this for years, the work hardly tiring to him now. Tina waves politely, sitting at the table, her little feet dangling off the edge. Darien smiles as he sees her still there, honestly he thought she would have run away by now, but seeing how she was beaten can understand why she would be reluctant to go from a place that feeds and bathes her. The male takes a seat next to the girl "Now before lunch how about I give you your first lesson on how to be a good little pet to me?" he asks, smirking slightly. She looks up at him nervously and nods "Y-yes sir, I guess that would be a good idea" she says softly, looking down at her feet. The wolf smiles and nods softly "Well tell me, how familiar are you with the parts between a males legs?" he asks, starting to undo his overalls. Tina blushes deeply and looks up to the male "Umm, well I know that there is a penis, and under it are two balls?" she says, not too sure about it herself. Darien chuckles softly, slipping his clothes off, his sheath swollen a slight bit, sweat making it almost shine "That's correct pet, now I want you on your hands and knees to get a real close look at them, you'll even have to touch and taste it" he says, patting her head. The kitten whimpers softly and looks up at him, she knows that it's really not right to do such a thing, but then again, stealing is bad to, she shivers softly and gets on her hands and knees in front of it, wrinkling her nose a bit at the smell. Smiling softly, the lupine strokes her ears gently "That's a good pet, now reach your little paw out and rub the sheath" he says, his cock starting to poke out a bit, the member not huge by any means, it is still large to one as young as the girl. Tina reaches out hesitantly to touch the thing in front of her, she lets out a little sigh of relief as she touches it, it's just skin, she tells herself, rubbing the sheath lightly. Murring softly Darien spreads his legs slightly, giving her better access to his swelling cock, soon it gets to about 7 inches, his knot swelling in his sheath a bit "That's very good, now suck on the tip little one" he says, pushing on the back of her head towards his cock. Looking up at him Tina whimpers softly and opens her muzzle, she shivers as the tip touches her tongue, not really liking the taste but having eaten worse in the past, she whines and takes the head into her tiny muzzle, suckling the tip like a bottle. The wolf smiles softly as he looks to her, he grips the back of her head and starts to force his cock deeper into her muzzle "That's it, you'll need to learn to take all of it, don't worry, just keep swallowing and it won't hurt too much" he says, murring softly. The girl whines deeply as she feels the cock start to force its way into her muzzle, gagging as it pushes down her throat, she doesn't resist though, a little tear falling down her face, at least it doesn't hurt like a beating does, she thinks, suckling softly on the salty member. Darien groans as he pumps in and out of her little throat "Yes, that's good, now when I pull out of your throat I'm going to shoot some slimy stuff into your muzzle, you are to drink every drop you can" he says sternly, not knowing how long he can hold out, the muzzle is so tight and nice. She whines deeply as her little face is fucked, she can feel his member throb in her muzzle, it's not so bad now that her throat has relaxed, she continues to suck on him, nodding softly at his order, not really wanting to but figuring it's better to obey. She shudders over the cock in her muzzle, her little hands going up to hold onto his tights, she feels him start to pull back and almost tries to bring her muzzle with him, scared of what will come out of there. Darien chuckles as she moves with him, pulling on her hair gently to take his cock from her throat, he starts to cum hard, his hot and somewhat bitter seed filling her tiny mouth, letting out a loud groan. Tina gags a bit as the first spurt of seed hits her tongue, she moves to pull back but then remembers she has to drink it, thinking the milk is well worth this somewhat gross taste she gulps it down as well as she can, only tiny dribbles of seed passing past her little lips. Darien makes loud grunts and groans as the little kitten drinks his hot seed, he can at times feel little pricks from her teeth, but he can't really remember a time when he's gotten better head then this. After numerous muzzlefulls the flow stops, the kitten keeps milking the cock gently while she looks up to the male, wondering just how long she has to stay there and if there'd be more she'd have to drink. The wolf smirks softly as he looks to her, gently pulling his cock from her lips, the feel of every vein caressing her tiny muzzle. "You did a wonderful job there my pet, now I think it's time for lunch" he says to her, moving back to the kitchen to get a few things out from the fridge and cupboard. The end, for now, look for part 2 soon.

(M lust TF Bull) Greg was getting a bit tired of bouncing between beginners jobs, but most career based jobs require a pretty high level of experience he most certainly does not possess. His eyes are a deep blue that almost look purple in certain lighting and his hair mid-length and bound in a small, tight ponytail at all times. Greg is very buff since his pass times are working out and listening to audio books... and listening to audiobooks while he works out tends to extend his workout sessions unintentionally. He had several girlfriends when he was in school, but since setting out to bounce between jobs he hasn't really had the time to chase and skirts. Women flirt with him from time to time, but nothing ends up coming from it. His current job was helping on a nearby dairy ranch- the owners of the ranch were getting on in age so could not tend to the cows like they used to, and this is a mom-and-pops sort of operation; so these bovine were used to a caring human touch rather than being tossed around like a sack of beef, like an automated dairy would do. He is strong so moving equipment around and shoveling manure into composting heaps isn't hard for him. The women working there are the ones tending to the teats of all the bovine ladies. And that is why Greg isn't as disgruntled by the lowly position of his current job. There are four other workers on the dairy that the old man hired and the smallest still has C cup breasts with nipples so aggressive it always looks like they are trying to spear their way out of her shirt. Another with perfect C cups and sandy brown hair to her friggen kneecaps! Her hair is so long she ties her hair up with her hair- she doesn't need an actual hair tie. Then another with a wobbly set of DDs- real quiet woman but Greg has caught her glancing at him often with her ice-blue eyes. Then the one he had his eyes glued to himself is Bethany- her hair dyed a navy blue with a streak of neon pink to one side bordering her face. Her breasts were contained better than the other women so her nipples never visible through the fabric, or a slight hint of flesh tone peeking through her top when she gets sweaty working on the dairy- however her tits must be in the range of H cups because even in her very large sportsbra under her shirt- her tits are so soft and huge that they billow out the top slightly, creating a muffin-top shape when she leans forward. Bethany did not glance his way or flirt back, but she smiled often and seemed to roll with it- not directly shutting him down ever. When he asked to add her on social- she agreed. Trying to be suave; Greg even seen she was running late one day with milking and offered to help... which actually turned into a lesson for him on how to milk, and caused her to run just as late if not take even longer than if she just did it herself. Greg bent down and immediately grabbed the teat- the cow let out a grunt and turned to him a moment before looking back forward and then snorting softly. Bethany sighed, gently swatting his hand away from the cow. "Boy if you handle women like you handle cows..." "What?" Bethany put her warm palm on the back cleft of the udder and gently pet the smooth, rubbery skin. After a few moments the cow spread her back legs slightly. "You grab her tender bits immediately before she even realized you were going for her and startled her. If she tenses up the milk isn't going to flow. There are muscles in the udders that hold the milk in- otherwise they would just drip constantly. If the cow is tense, her muscles are tense, and the milk can't get out. The only way the milk gets out is if those muscles loosen up and let it go." Greg embarrassingly tented his pants a bit watching Bethany gently caress the cow's udders. Bethany sighed and just tried to ignore it. Greg gently took the teat and squeezed it, but only a single drop fell from it. Bethany went to reach down and show him how to do it, but seeing he was clearly doing something wrong, Greg tried to correct himself first. He gripped the teat and tugged down on it- but his grip was too firm which blocked the path. Bethany put a hand on her hip. "Her calf no longer needs her milk, but think of how he was getting it when he did. He isn't biting her teat, he only squeezes with his lips firmly enough to form a seal and hold it in place- all the actual force on the teat is downward from his sucking. You just hold the teat with your hand- you pull down." Since it took her longer to finish up with Greg; the two of them were left to make sure all the stalls are properly closed so the cows don't wander, and clean everything up for the day. Everyone else had already left and the old couple was already cooking their dinner in the house. Greg had no complaints- every time Bethany picked something up it squished her boobs against her torso, causing the tops to stretch the opening of her sports bra further open and billow up more in the gap. They probably don't even make sports bras in her actual cup size. He thought he was being coy, sneaking glances are her wobbling assets- Bethany knew he was looking, she just chose to ignore it rather than cause conflict. He might be helping her for all the wrong reasons, but at least he is still helping. Greg thought this was the perfect chance- when the two of them were closing up the barn to leave he stopped her. "Hey... so, I was wondering, do you... have a boyfriend?" She smirked. "Why, do you want to ask him out?" She sighed when he definitely did not laugh at her joke. "I don't. You know when you added me to your social page- I can see posts you made BEFORE you added me, right?" He started to get nervous, scanning his memory for a post that may have upset her, but he generally forgets about his posts minutes after making them. "Uhm, y-yea?" She took out her cell phone and started scrolling through his past posts. "What was that one the day you got hired here? You were very eager to fuck all your co-workers, or something like that?" "OH, woah, n-no, it- uh..." "Oh here it is- 'Been bouncing between jobs for years now and have never had'- you typed 'had' backwards somehow by the way- 'a job where every staff member is as bonerific as this place. Can't wait to take home one of these lovelies and I don't even care which one!' Hmm." "We-" "Sounds like you really value our personalities." "I-" "Also bonerific is definitely not a word." "Okay, but li-" "And you've been eyeing us up rather frequently. I will have you know Sammie is nervous around you because of it." Oh, so she wasn't glancing at him so frequently because she likes him- she was keeping an eye on him because he makes her uncomfortable. "And you've been ogling me all evening today too. Look. Thanks for the help, but, I have no interest in an overly horny guy who objectifies women." "Wooaaah- woah. I don't-" "The answers no, Greg. It is fine, I am not mad or anything, it is whatever, but my answer is definitely still no." She walked away to leave and Greg let her get a head start just because he was too stunned to know how to react, but when he did; he scrambled to catch up to her and stop her again before she got away. "That is just social media! I don't take it seriously, I just type whatever, y'know? Just because I am bad with words doesn't mean I am a bad person." Bethany grunt in frustration, stopping to turn around suddenly and putting her hand out to hold him back. "Fine, if you think you aren't at all like that- I can test you easily enough. I have access to some magic- I can put a curse on you that will prove whether you are in control- or your boner is." He cocked an eyebrow. "Oookay..." "Are you sure? I have limited access to spells, so if you fail the test completely I am not wasting even more on you to turn you back." "Right... yea, sure." Now he was second guessing his choice in women- this nut job actually thinks magic is real? "Okay then- I curse your lust to turn into a beast. If you are in control this shouldn't matter because the curse does not affect you- only your lust." Both of them jumped slightly at the loud splintering sound as one of the gemstones in the many rings she wore burst apart into a vibrantly colored dust. "Well, that one is spent." She pulled the hollow ring off and pocketed it- the band part is still gold, so she can pawn it off. She got in her car and left just ahead of Greg, leaving him yet again a little stunned. Magic? Yea right. But why did the ring explode? Are all of those rings supposed to be magical? Eh, whatever. She apparently thinks he is some horny puppy- running around humping the legs of whoever walks near. Well... he is extremely horny, and his standards probably have lowered considerably... but that is because it has been so long since he got some real action! That night after dinner, Greg settled down and decided to work off another boner to wind down for the day. Accidentally popping a boner at work- especially now- would be rather inconvenient so best not leave it alone. He remembered the sight of Bethany's massive tits so close to him as he worked with her earlier that evening. As he masturbated he started to feel unusually pent up, his balls almost felt like there was an outward pressure in them, like he could somehow feel his load building! He was too busy enjoying the feeling to notice his balls actually grew a bit each time they rocked up and down in his scrotum, though the growth was uneven and also caused their shape to deform slightly. When they drew up; he erupted an unusual amount of cum! Usually it just pools on his stomach and navel but his urethra stretched wide to let out thick blasts and he completely overflowed off either side of his midriff! The cleft of his abs completely filled with his hot goo. Each blast was stronger and there was more of them- so his orgasm was both stronger and longer, increasing the volume by at least four times what he could normally do! He had to change the sheet and get cleaned up before returning to bed, but it was worth it for the sudden increase in pleasure. Is that what Bethany's spell is supposed to do? If that is what it does- he wouldn't mind a few more curses, haha. Only after getting cleaned up did he notice his balls felt heavier, and the scrotum seems larger- his nuts hang lower than normal. He grabbed up the loose flesh and squeezed between his fingers, drawing his balls up higher before hefting them a bit, smiling at the weight. Damn, he felt real good tonight. Greg did not notice his testicles' shape is not quite right. Normally they are longer than they are wide; his are currently wider than they are long. It would seem his body was not nearly as satisfied as he was, for when he fell to sleep his dreams were wildly erotic- a blur of sexual feelings and scenes changing too frequently to have any discernible cohesion. Not only is he surrounded with beautiful women at work- those cows have their massive udders swinging around under them which is oddly appealing too; especially when compared against the bouncing breasts around them. On top of that; masturbating that night had felt unusually good, and was basically the last thing he did before going to sleep. It was no wonder his dreams were erotic. He unconsciously started to thrust his new erection into his sheets under him, smearing them with pre while he slept. His pubic hair started to fall out around his cock and all across his balls. The scrotal flesh started to thicken, causing the skin tone to also darken a shade, and his balls enlarged again slowly as they were doing laps in his ballsack back and forth. Their shape however also deformed even further. Greg woke up the next day and was oblivious to the damp, sticky spot on the bed where he had been rubbing pre all night. He unsurprisingly woke up with a raging boner too. When he slid his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he certainly noticed his balls' weight slap against his thigh- halfway to his knees! That was unusual, though not at all unpleasant. He would however have to be real careful- if he sits down too quickly without pants on to control where they swing, he could end up accidentally sitting on his own balls. He felt incredibly pent up- unknowingly due to him thrusting into his bed all night working himself up but never enough to actually release. His actual prostate was now almost twice the size it's supposed to be, and fully engorged with fluid. Greg was groggy and it did not seem that far off from normal, so he was fully prepared to ignore it, but unlike usual his erection was not going away. In order to use the toilet he had to stand a half foot back and basically bow forward, putting his hips back in order the aim the stream because his cock was too stiff to aim! He decided to work off his boner again before work, trying to tame the beast. It felt as if he had not cum in ages, and he hit climax unusually fast! His urethra again stretched to accommodate the volume of the powerful jets of cum and his orgasm lasted just as long as the night before, except as it was tapering off- his balls rolled slightly and then lifted back up to once again grind on his pelvis- and his orgasm returned to full strength! He was caught completely off guard and almost stumbled backwards onto the floor! He came as strong and as long as before- but twice in a row! Greg's thoughts were a jumble for a few moments after, he was just breathing heavily and braced partially on the wall behind himself, half wondering if he would suddenly orgasm a third time out of the blue the moment he attempted to stand up straight again. It was now he grabbed his elongated scrotum and reeled up his balls to examine them, and immediately had a mini-panic attack because they felt nothing like they normally do! The shape was completely wrong! It took him several minutes of feeling them through the loose scrotum to determine that they had essentially doubled. He has four balls- but they are fused in the middle; the new balls grew out, off of the old ones. Was this part of her curse?! She said nothing about giving his nuts the power of mitosis! His scrotal flesh was also oddly smooth, for how loose it also is- the creases and crinkles in the flesh that would normally be there are mostly smoothed out, plus the pubic hair is entirely absent. Okay, so, something is definitely happening to him. He needed to act casual though- if Bethany found out she would probably be taunting him with it. It is supposed to only affect his lust, right? But he already got off, so now the changes should fade away. So Greg decides to do his best to ignore the changes. He would just pretend like nothing has happened to him so Bethany doesn't get the satisfaction and if he doesn't pay attention to his junk it should just go back on its own. The work day went pretty normal, though Greg did feel a bit absent minded, and snapped out of a daze a few times as he felt himself slowly approaching an erection after spacing out looking at one of the women! He also noticed Bethany glancing at him occasionally- likely trying to read his face to determine if her curse is doing anything yet. Slowly as the day went on his scrotum seemed to tighten, lifting his balls close to his body again- so the changes are reversing, just... really, really slowly. His repeated almost-erections probably did not help. It was mid-afternoon when Piper needed his help. She is the woman with large, aggressive nipples capping her C cups. She definitely does not wear a bra, because those nipples are perfectly imprinted into the front of her shirt almost constantly. The trouble now is that she is rather petite, but the ladder up into the loft of the barn broke, so she cannot get to the equipment stored up there. So rather than stand around doing nothing, she got Greg to help. He crouched down and Piper climbed up onto his back, placing her legs over his shoulders. As soon as he started to stand up with her on his back, she scoot forward and unintentionally pressed her pussy into the back of his neck! She is wearing a knee-length skirt, which pushed up by his head, so the only thing between his neck and her plump little mound is the thin stretchy fabric of her panties. She then told him to brace himself and she very carefully started to stand up with a foot on either of his shoulders, finally getting high enough to grab some of the equipment out of the loft. Greg however could not help but look straight up while Piper was distracted- giving him a perfect view of her pussy lips imprinted in her panties. Greg gasped and wobbled a bit, causing Piper to brace herself and remind him not to move! He felt pent up again, but also as he was getting a boner from looking at her panties he started to get a bizarre pleasure, far back, close to his butt but not quite. The pleasure caused his erection to complete itself rather quickly. He had no idea what this new feeling even is- he never felt pleasure from there before, and also he isn't even touching himself! Piper noticed the odd expression on his face when he let her back down and asked if he was okay. He just told her his shoulders were a bit stiff and that he would need to go do some stretches. So Piper took the tools and pranced off to resume her work, and Greg slipped away quickly to the very back of the barn where the bricks of straw were stored to use as bedding for the cow's stalls. He wedged himself between the stacks to the very back where no one would look, and immediately opened up his pants, already panting. His cock was dripping pre consistently and bouncing up and down as if agreeing to something. He kept feeling the electric pleasure jolts, and every time he felt one it seemed to be in a slightly different location, moving through him. He took his shaft in his hand and very gently started to stroke it. It spurt even more pre and Greg moaned softly, leaning forward so his forehead rest against the back wall and his butt on the straw wall behind him. His balls were doing jumping jacks in his scrotum and the flesh there darkened another tone, now looking a bit off compared to the rest of him. His eyes went wide as the pleasure surged again and he actually felt an object moving inside of him! It shoved up into him behind his taint!! Then another surge and it was inside of his taint! He quickly dropped his pants lower and reached up under himself to felt along his perineum and felt a tapered bulge at the very back, before the muscle sloped into his anus! However touching the bulge felt good and another surge went off! His dick spit a gob of pre hard enough it almost looked like he was ejaculating and the bulge inside of him penetrated even further! Now it was sliding out slowly rather than in sudden bursts, which meant the pleasure did not spike as high but now also did not stop. He felt it stretching him further and further open as well as shoving itself further up, plugging his insides! It bent up behind his balls and his dick started to wobble with the frequency of a vibrator turned to 11. It was IN his cock! He could feel it at the very base! Wait, how was the pre getting out if there was an object blocking the path? His hips bucked unintentionally and he gasped softly every time now as it shoved forward a bit further, then slid back a tiny bit, then shoved further again. The urethra bulged obscenely huge and pre flowed out like a broken faucet. With a quiet *smeck* sound, the slit in his glans opened up on its own, causing his urethra to fully yawn open the entire length of his shaft and then the object within caused him to shiver in pleasure as it shoved even further- emerging from the tip of his dick! It penetrated him all the way through! Greg gawked at it drooling pre for almost a minute before he realized what it must be. The pre is not coming out of his dick- it's coming out of the invading object... which means... it's also a dick. There is a dick inside of his dick, but this one comes to a tapered point and a very slight hook at the very tip. Thanks to being on a dairy ranch literally right now- he recognizes this as the phallus of a bull. He took his penis into his hand again this time gingerly, like tending to a wound. He felt so pent up and needed to get off- there is no way he could walk around with this thing sticking out of him, dumping pre constantly. If he even attempts to pull his pants back on they will be soaked within seconds. Greg gently stroked himself, afraid to grip it with any sort of strength in its current state. He immediately convulsed from the intensity of the pleasure. The pleasure exploded through his hips and made his entire body shiver in a wave out from that point. The bull penis is also technically his- so he currently has two dicks. Since one is inside of the other, stroking one also strokes the other at the same time! His human penis is being rubbed on the inside by the bull penis, and the bull penis is being rubbed on the outside by his human one! It is like he is masturbating, frotting, and sounding all at the same time! Pulling back on his outer cock causes the inner one to emerge further, and then suck back deeper in when he lets go; because the there is less friction between his hand and the inner phallus. Greg is practically cross-eyed moaning in pleasure as he masturbated hidden in the back of the barn. He edged himself back several times when he felt himself approaching climax too quickly from the intense pleasure. He wanted to feel this longer! It was such a unique feeling and so, so pleasurable. It was not till he noticed his balls starting to turn in his scrotum that he needed to get off faster! His old balls rotated forward and up slightly as the weight of the new balls growing off their backs increased! His old balls remained the same, while the new ones started to swell bigger and heavier- becoming more bovine! The longer he remains in an aroused state the more love-drunk his mind gets and the more severe the changes are! As much as he wanted to savor the strange moment, he did not want these invading parts to overwhelm his normal bits. Luckily thanks to the mind-numbingly powerful pleasure it was not at all hard to get off once he actually put his mind to it. The amount he came this time was as much as his double-orgasm the other night, except now there was no definition between one wave and the next, it was just one continuous orgasm. After he orgasmed the bull phallus immediately sucked into his dick and vanished deep inside of himself- softening faster than his human cock did. His balls however remained very lopsided, and the scrotum's slight regression from earlier has been undone. Now he was very distracted the rest of the day. On one hand he was a bit panicked that Bethany's magic actually worked, and he somehow had a bull living inside of him now. On the other hand... it was the most amazingly pleasurable thing he ever felt, and he wanted to do it again. That night he found his erections were a lot harder to ignore now. Every time he started to get an erection from looking at or even thinking anything sexy; his bull phallus also woke up. The problem there is that in order to erect itself, the bull penis needs to travel the entire length of his current cock from the inside- rubbing the two of them together. So it creates its own pleasure every time it moves, which then makes it even harder to not get a full erection. The only way he found to effectively stop it was to fold one of his legs under himself and sit on it so his ankle is pressed into his taint- blocking the path of the bull penis. Once it hits the obstruction it gets jammed, which feels very uncomfortable, and that uncomfortable feeling causes it to regress again. That unfortunately only works if he is able to sit down in the first place.

.. which makes him wonder how he is going to fair at work tomorrow. He did not notice that all those close call erections that night also had a minor effect on him. His muscles getting a bit more bulbous, and a thin line of fur now grew in the cleft of his balls- looking to replace his pubes with red-brown fur, the color of red clay. His dreams were a blurry mess of erotic scenes again, and once again he soaked his bedding with pre, waking up to see a pink pillar wobbling over him, holding the sheet almost a foot off his actual body! Greg sat up immediately in fear. In the barn the other day the bull phallus stuck out of his dick about two and a half inches, while completely filling it internally. Now there was almost two feet of candy pink cock jutting out of his human penis- the human urethra stretched obscenely wide to allow it all to pass through! The bull phallus is too stiff to allow his human penis to buck when it throbs, so when it throbs his human penis just pulls tighter around the bull phallus, as if trying to suck it off from the bottom! There are a few pale violet veins visible under the pink flesh, but the veins of a bull phallus are not bulbous- they do not project from the surface. As much as Greg wanted to ignore it- it is so enormous that he does not know how to even get out of bed without smacking it against literally everything. So much of it is outside of his dick that even if it started to go soft, the feeling of it sliding against his other cock is going to make it return to fully erect immediately. The longer it remains out, the more dominant his lust is going to become as well- he has to beat off to get his lust to go to sleep again. The actual bovine phallus was too sensitive and the flesh too taut on the surface to grab and jack like you would a human penis- so he grabbed his human dick and masturbated both penis at the same time till he got enough pre smeared onto his other hand to slide along the bull cock further up- since it was definitely a two-handed weapon at this point. Again the tension inside built the pleasure quickly toward orgasm without much effort, but there was a feeling of increasing pressure elsewhere as well. He could feel his tail bone slowly growing, and the size of his balls increasing- gently pushing on his inner thighs for room! Because of how long the dick is; when Greg climaxed and thrust his hips up into the air- the cum actually missed both him and the entire bed, hitting the wall over the head of the bed and running down the wall instead. The bull dick shrank much faster than his human one again, but this time seemed to recall to his human penis and then slow down- making his human penis look obscenely thick for a few minutes because there was an entire additional flaccid dick inside of it. He groaned at the damage to the rest of his body though. His tail bone was now unusually long, though still short enough that most people would not call it an actual tail. His testicles were absolutely massive now! Or, most of them was anyway. The half that were his human balls remained unchanged, however they were now cradled by bull testicles at least three times their size. Without clothes to hold it up, his scrotum hangs the massive nuts at level with his knees! The layer of fur has now consumed them and the base around his balls and cock, but the fur is only a few centimeters long in the cleft of his balls, it's extremely short everywhere else- though dense. Well... that sort of seems unfair. He cannot control what he dreams about, and his body's reaction to that. Until he passes her little test he is going to transform at least a little bit basically every time he goes to sleep. Granted that should wear off over the day... as long as nothing else compounds it. Being surrounded by beautiful women at work makes that easier said than done. Greg was hyper-aware of his balls shuffling around slowly in all the loose scrotal flesh, stuffed in his uncomfortably tight underpants. He had to dash away from the other workers several times, feeling what might be the start of an erection coming on and having to flee to prevent it. He had less to dodge today at least- Sammie the tall dark and beautiful one is off work today... although that also meant they were short a woman, so today Greg had to milk some cows too. He was fine with that- without the women around he could just concentrate on the cows and not worry about getting unintentionally aroused. Bethany already taught him how to milk them properly the other evening. Greg plopped down onto a stool and placed the bucket, looking down the row of cows he was assigned to do. Those are real big udders- it doesn't seem like that much but they hold a lot of milk, they won't drain easily. The moment he went to touch an udder he paused and remembered Bethany gently petting it to calm the cow, but as soon as he did that he kept thinking about how much like a pair of boobs it feels like. Well... it technically IS boobs- just a four pack of animal tits. Each segment like a watermelon. They get really veiny toward the base, trailing fat pink veins up the underside- the milk veins which connect the udder directly to the heart with their own personal supply of blood. Greg started to space out, patting the silky soft, rubbery skin. He snapped out of it and groaned as he felt a pleasure building in his crotch again. *Oh no, not again!? It is a COW! It isn't even a woman, c'mon!* His entire body stiffened in confused worry as he felt a warm tingle up his body. A moment later his muscles started to gently clench, then harder, then harder and swell a tiny bit! Because they all increase at once he can actually hear the stretching tissue quietly! His muscle mass is increasing! The veins trapped between muscle and the surface skin tightened and bulged. He went to fold his leg under himself to cut off the phallus but it raced up past his taint, preventing that from working. He grabbed his dick and pushed into the urethra at the base with his index, cutting off passage there. The bull phallus only paused for a moment and then forcefully rammed against his fingers! He was so startled he fell off the front of the stool, but because he is so close to the cow he knocked the stool back as he collapsed onto all fours! The cow just looked at him curiously. He tried to stand up again but all his muscles pulsed tight, locking his body in its current position for a moment as they swelled! The bull penis emerged from his own dick and wedged between him and his pants, using its turgidity to pull the waist of his pants off of him by an inch! Greg started panting, gawking at the udder only inches from his face, though also shook his head. *N-no. I am not into... this. I am a man not a beast! I won't give in.* Greg remained on all fours stubbornly- not lifting his hands to tend to the mutant dick. He groaned loudly as it emerged more and more, inch after inch, but then suddenly slid backwards back into him! It did not even go soft, it just full-reversed. *Did... did I do it? Did I win?* A moment later it slowly but forcefully slid back forward, emerging again nearly a foot! It slowed to a stop a little over a foot exposed before burbling up some pre and then reversed again! But it still did not go soft. It started to emerge AGAIN! His balls started to lift slowly and drop down heavily over and over from the pleasure and Greg's eyes went wide as he realized what was going on! The bull inside of him- his lust made manifest- it is quite literally fucking him. He isn't touching it, so it's using the friction of cock-on-cock to get itself off, it's fucking him from the inside out! Bethany cursed his lust to turn into a beast- a side effect of that is that a beast has a mind of its own, so the more power it gains, the more it is able to think for itself and potentially defy him! His dicks made sloppy, quiet wet squelching sounds as they rubbed together in a precum coated mess. Every time the bull shaft emerged fully it stuck a little further out, approaching the over two feet of shaft he had wobbling out of him when he woke up that morning before finally it erupted cum all over the floor with enough force to make audible splashing sounds as each jet pounded the floor! The bull phallus shrank away again as his lust lost consciousness again. Greg remained stunned for over a minute before scrambling to get something to clean up the mess he made before someone else spots him. His clothes were tight now from all the muscle growth; he really looked beefy now. His muscles were not entirely settled either, they felt like they needed a good stretch but he did not at risk of encouraging them to grow still larger. Now he really had to avoid Bethany- if she seen him now she would immediately know something was up. He didn't want her to think he was losing, even if he so far IS. Greg groaned, looking down the row of cows again and hustling to start milking them- already starting later than he should have. He had to hurry- he has no interest in cows but his lust is turning into a bull; which is very much attracted to cows. After orgasm, his lust becomes completely comatose, so it's entirely unaware of anything in the outside world for at least a short while. The only way he is going to be able to milk these bovine is if he does it before his lust wakes back up. Even if he does not masturbate himself- his lust can use him as a cocksleeve and just get itself off on him, which means he cannot stop it. What is he going to do? Grab the dick to hold it still? It will just slide in and out of his hands and get off even easier. Even deliberately trying not to think sexy thoughts while milking was making it difficult! He was trying not to draw any parallels to human breasts, but in doing that he was technically thinking of human breasts. Greg managed to milk half of them before struggling. He felt the unintentional pleasure as the bovine phallus started to wake up and tried to slowly slide out. He sat so the edge of the stool was wedged against his perineum, preventing the second dick from passing through. Bethany peeked in on him on her way past the barn. "Dang, still here? Not taking so long because you sprouted a tail or nothing?" She grinned at him. He looked at her trying to cloak his nervousness. "N-no. I am fine. Just... this isn't usually my job, so." "Oh, yea. Well we are already done, so we wrapped up on our end... you good to lock up the barn yourself?" "Oh... yea, sure." He did not even notice till now that the sun was at the far end of the sky already- it was the end of the day and he still had half a row of cows to empty out! Looks like he will be working overtime- but at least he won't have to worry about the women distracting him; they are going home. Sitting on the edge of the stool was making his entire crotch numb from cutting off the blood flow, but he could only let up off it long enough to get the feeling back before both his dicks started to swell and he had to cut it off again. He also had to get up to move over to the next cow. One cow after the other, his penis became a little bit more erect, then remained at that state because the blood also did not flow back out, so he was still getting an erection, just incredibly slowly and in stuttered bursts. He groaned at how overstuffed he felt- the bull phallus halfway up his taint but unable to pass any further forward, causing his taint to billow out, crammed full of more mass than it was ever meant to hold. *Maybe... maybe if I let it out and then jack off again? It can't do anything if I ejaculate. Hrrngh, but jacking off in the first place is doing what it wants... giving it more control, more power... more shape.* The problem is, is that he already gave it too much shape. If he had never let it fully wake up in the first place it would be regular lust, instead of lust manifested as an actual physical thing in which to actively fight him. At this point it is remaining stiff- so even though it cannot get out of him, it isn't shrinking back. That means unless he decides to sleep sitting upright on a stool the entire night- he can't keep it contained. The moment he gets up it is going to spring out. At first Greg thought the muscles in his ass were starting to go numb from sitting so firmly on the very edge of the stool, but continued to milk as quickly as he could- ignoring his body the best he could. When he was done the next cow and needed to get up to move to the next, he looked at it and noticed that it was not just the sensation but its entire shape that was off! The muscles on the sides of his hips and outer, upper thighs were freakishly bulbous! What the heck was that? Cows have really bony looking asses- because their pelvis is shaped like a V; the two corners you see outwardly are the tips of the top of the V. He grabbed at it on either side- completely unsure of what it could even be. It felt like solid muscle, and mirrored the movement of the muscle under it, so he could tense or relax it, but there was no reason for muscle to be there, bulging out on the sides like handles. Unfortunately in examining himself there, he let up the pressure on his seat and the bull phallus started to slowly slide past. By the time he realized it was already too far forward- he could slow it but not stop it. As his weird thigh-bulges can attest- ignoring the problem isn't fixing the problem. Even if it can't get out his lust is still there and still growing as a result. Greg tilted his hips forward and moaned unintentionally loudly as the inner phallus launched up through him very quickly, collecting all the pre from inside his human cock and flicking it in several different directions as it emerged and wobbled violently from its momentum. It immediately slid in an out a short distance, making micro-thrusts to rub the two cocks together. Greg grabbed his human penis to squeeze both of them as the inner phallus thrust itself, and then grabbed the bull cock closer to the top, having to bend it toward himself a bit in order to properly reach that high on the shaft! As he worked himself up, several of the cows looked at him in curiosity. His balls started to tense but their position in his scrotum did not change- as if they had become too heavy to raise on their own now. His human balls did not tense at all though, not responding to the stimulus. The bull testicles swelled a tiny big larger with every flex, smothering the human balls that were already too weak to even respond. The point where the two sets fused started to spread wider- stretching the human balls to conform better to the bull testicles' shape! Closer he got to orgasm, and the bigger his nuts deformed! Soon his human balls were just bumps on the front of the giant bull testicles, then wide slopes, and finally the balls actually lifted in the scrotum to squeeze against his pelvis, and that final long-held clench that delivered the sperm finally bloated the bull testicles so large they stretched his human balls out of existence entirely!! Each nut was the size of a cantaloupe- squished oblong, slung in a scrotum low enough to knock into his knees when he stands. Demonstrating they were not just for show- his orgasm lasted almost two minutes, and the jets of cum lasted for two and a half seconds each, with only a half second gap between. During orgasm, Greg completely forgot his fight against the lust and grabbed around his human cock and squeezed down and inward, thrusting his entire hip along with the pleasure bursts, fully enjoying the ride. It was such a strong pleasure, and even the amount of cum he was creating was hot to him. He was also faintly aware of his tail bone extending again though. As if the force of his ejaculation went both forward and backward- the equal but opposite flow was the muscle in his already unusually large tail bone stretching the tissue out in preparation for actual caudal vertebrae to spawn. Once an orgasm starts it is essentially impossible to stop though- resistance will only hold back the physical pleasure, not the orgasm itself. The longer he launched heavy streamers of cum across the barn, the longer his tail grew! By the time he finished he had a full bull tail; tassel and all. His muscles even pulsed a bit bigger too- making his outfit fit him even worse. His midriff was now exposed because his bulbous upper body muscles were taking all the fabric of his shirt now, exposing his hard abs. The cleft between his abdominal muscles is so deep and defined you could stand a pencil up between them. As the orgasm tapered off, it became a less sexy thought when he remembered that the orgasm was technically from a secondary being that is spawning off of him. He also looked back to the tail immediately and groaned nervously, knowing that would be considerably harder to hide from the women. The tail had the same red-brown fur as his nuts and crotch, but the tassel on the end was more of a base brown- a darker and more diffused brown. The bull phallus lost strength immediately after the show, but worryingly it did not pack itself away entirely! His human penis was stretched obscenely wide because the flaccid bull cock recalled as far as his existing dick but no further- so it still filled his entire taint... which means he cannot cut off its path. The weight of the entirely floppy bull dick inside of him, resting between his legs was bizarre feeling. The very tip of the bull cock remained still poking out of his human urethra. When his dick flopped around from movement it swung with four times its normal weight in spite of being the same size itself. Several of the cows got out of line to better look at him, wondering what this odd human was doing, but also immediately recognizing the scent in the air as something that was not human. Greg's last ejaculation removed the remnants of his human sperm- it was only about 10% human sperm, 90% bovine. So the cows were wondering why they smelled a bull, when they only see a human. Greg let out a long groan, deciding to leave the mess for now. He needed to milk all the cows before his lust woke back up, so the stripes of cum he painted across the barn would have to wait till he was done. He was the only human out here anyway, so it is not like anyone else will find it before then. He also noted his clothes were unable to contain him properly. His increased muscle mass made his clothes a very tight fit on its own- but also his balls were now larger and completely filled his underpants entirely on their own... which meant there was no room for cock. Even fully pulled up, his pants did not cover his dick. Thanks to the tail lashing around behind him, he also could not pull his pants completely up in the back, either. He also had zero control of the tail- it just did whatever it wanted on its own. Even more distressingly though; when Greg stood up to switch to the next cow he almost fell over backwards! His entire body felt... weird. It was easier to move certain ways than normal but much harder to move in others. It almost felt like the muscles on his back were somehow larger than the rest? He looked at his hips and wondered if it was similar to what was happening there. He still did not know what that change was about. The muscle bulges there had grown too, and now better matched his actual thighs, but also they grew down, forming a long bubble-like formation of more narrow muscle, dangling off the bottom of the larger growth. Occasionally it would twitch on its own, but for the most part seemed to just mirror the muscle in his legs. His pants technically covered these growths for now but, it was a bit painfully tight there and you could still easily see the bulge through the fabric- it was not subtle. Greg tried his best milking the next cow, but found himself spacing out. He was unconsciously moving his face closer and closer to the udder, leaning further forward. *She smells nice. I can... feel the warmth radiating off her udders. So smooth... the skin on the surface is so soft and malleable. I wonder how much they weigh? Heh... I can help her carry them, if she wants.* Greg did not notice, thinking what he felt was perhaps some leftover cum dribbling out or pre, but what he actually felt was the bovine phallus flopping out of his human penis again a bit longer but not harder. Because it already travels the entire length of his existing cock, they do not rub together in order for it to get out- so he was waiting for the unwarranted pleasure to alert him, and it wasn't going to happen that way, this time. Greg let out a huff as his entire body tensed a bit on its own, his muscles felt... cramped. He could not help but arch himself forward and flex. The cramped feeling went away but the tightness of his skin only increased! When he flexed they did not just harden, but actually grew in size again, causing the seams of his outfit to let out distressed sounds. It was not just the meat of his body that grew this time however- once the prison of muscle expanded the bones took their tern to swell larger and bulkier in mass! His entire body increased in size! The bull cock slid a bit longer- though still completely soft, enough of its mass was hanging out now that the feeling of the two dicks wobbling back and forth was exaggerated through their length; and that feeling alone was able to promote an incoming erection. Because he had grown larger, in order to properly reach down and look at what he was doing with the bloated teats of the cow- he needed to lean further forward. He was already rather tall for the stools, so he ended up leaning so far forward that the stood simply slid backwards out from under him and he fell onto all fours! Of course... he can milk a cow without actually looking directly at the teat- but that did not occur to him at the time. His horny thoughts of how close he wanted to be to those tits and his worried thoughts of having to milk them as quickly as possible became crossed- and instead of trying to get back up and onto the stool... Greg leaned forward, bowed his head, and took a teat into his mouth! He started drinking from the cow! The cow lifted one of her back legs and glanced back but when it seen him suckling it lowered its leg again. The cows do not understand the methods of which humans take and consume their milk, they just know they are feeding another creature with their endowments, and that gives them a sense of fulfillment and happiness. It scratches the itch of those motherly urges after their own young is old enough to start trimming the grass instead. Greg lifted his head, so the weight of the soft udder rested against his forehead, enjoying the feeling of her smooth, rubbery skin against his own. His lazy cock started to roll out longer, straightening out the soft folds of candy pink skin. Greg started working on her third teat and his dick started to bob lazily in the air- the feeling of its own movement slowly working it to another erection. Then it started to drip pre slowly and it was straightening itself, bobbing with the throbs now. The veins darkened and it started to flick aggressively as it became turgid enough to stand out straight now as Greg finished this cow off entirely- having emptied three of the four teats with his mouth alone! The fur on his crotch was starting to grow up as well, following the cleft between muscles at first but slowly spreading over them as well, in a triangular formation up his underside. Greg stood up and almost whimpered at the sight of his erection. It is so long compared to his body that he cannot look forward without seeing it, never mind looking down- it parts his vision in half! He would have to look almost straight up to avoid looking at it. His muscles had an odd, gentle, but prominent feeling in them that pu

lsed at random intervals. It was a mildly pleasant feeling, but he also noticed after a bit that his muscles were trying to flex on their own in reaction to the feeling. If he does that; they may grow again, making that feeling dangerous. For now he remained oblivious to the fact that the growths on the side of his hips were even longer and even less attached to his normal legs. Now with soft, noodly bones in their core- you could see the loose development of two joints down their length... they are separate proto-legs, and now long enough to dangle just lower than his knees. He stomped awkwardly over to the next cow, still determined to do his job normally. His muscles kept flexing softly on their own and swelling a tiny bit bigger, causing his movement to be stuttered at best. He went to sit down and groaned as he remembered he did not even bring the stool to sit on, because he drank the last batch of milk. It did not even occur to him right now that he is milking the cows to sell the milk... they can't do that if he eats it. Greg got onto all fours to reach under the cow but his muscles kept flinching and swelling tighter and more bulbous, forcing him to pull his arm back quickly to brace himself. Only the muscle on the outside of his arms grew- the muscle on his back but not his front, and the proto legs instead of his old legs. This caused his entire muscle structure to deform, taking on a shape that is neither human nor bovine. You'd think a lot of muscle would make it easier for him to move around in, but its structure was all wrong, making his body very difficult to operate. His dick was also painting a path of pre across the floor and throbbing so tight that it almost itched with blood pressure, making it impossible to ignore completely. *I can... barely move! My body doesn't respond to anything like it is supposed to! This fucking cock is like having a javelin glued to my crotch; it reaches things before I do! There is no way... I gotta get out of here. Just lock up, call in sick. I can't... keep... the cows are...* His body throbbed a bit bigger. *...it wants them. I had to avoid the women, but this thing isn't attracted to women, it's attracted to the cows... so I can't be around either until this regresses fully!* He looked himself over quickly as he squirmed on the floor, trying to get up. *I would have to call in sick tomorrow anyway- chances are this won't have regressed enough for me to be presentable, never mind keeping this hidden from Bethany.* He shuffled back several feet quickly- almost falling over again but managing to use his momentum to keep himself upright till his butt hit the wall and he used that to brace himself enough to stand up straight. The cows were now out of line- half from becoming impatient to be milked, and half because the person milking them no longer smelled like a person. One curious cow walked up to him to get a better smell, and very much liked what she smelled from his crotch. His balls were entirely bovine, and so is their musk. She doesn't recognize the base of his shaft, but the body of it is all bovine, and she knows that shape well enough. She uses her massive tongue to lick at the head of his human penis at the base of the bull penis, and Greg immediately shivers and bows forward from the feeling. "N-no, no. Uh, I don't... well, it does, but I don't want... ahh-hhhhaaa-s-stop that!" He put a hand on her forehead and went to push her away but his arm immediately locked in place! He could touch her but not push back against her- the deformed outer muscles immediately tensed, and since they are larger than his default muscles, they stopped him from moving entirely! And just gently touching her head like that makes it seem more like he is encouraging her than trying to shoo her away. Obviously the cow doesn't understand any of his words. She opened her mouth more, rubbing her soft pink lips on his shaft while coiling her tongue around it entirely! Greg groaned and then unintentionally let out a snort as the muscles through his entire body started to spasm, trying to force him to do something. He kept trying to shove the cow away from his dicks, but wobbled because of his muscles fighting against him and bowed forward... which also aimed his dick forward, allowing the cow access to its end. The cow sucked on the tip, enjoying the mildly salty taste of the lube. As a herbivore its diet is usually very light on sodium. Greg started to groan and moan rather desperately- the bull phallus bucking inside of his comparatively tiny human one- it was not moving much but it was thrusting with quite a bit of force as the cow sucked him. It held the forward thrust for a moment each time, forcing even more cock through the opening! His human dick could not take any more- but apparently there was even MORE bull dick in there! His human penis stretched obscenely around the base, and it was actually forced to stretch longer itself by more and more bull trying to force its way through. The feeling danced along the border of being painful but never quite tipped over. Greg was too blinded by the sensations to actually look down and see his genitals mutating! The fur was starting to grow up his cock! The throbs in his human cock caused it to unintentionally suck on the inner dick, but now those became less intense as the muscles devolved and the fur consumed the outside! When the fur overtook the now unrecognizably stretched glans, it grew longer than on the rest, forming a wispy tuft of fur on the tip... completing his dicks de-evolution into a sheath. He now only has one cock, and it is bull. His human penis has been regressed into its sheath, and the only bald strip of flesh still on it fused to his underside, completing its transition. The feeling of the cow's soft lips and large rippling tongue on his cock caused him to shiver from the pleasure. He reflexively curled his toes from the pleasure, not realizing that using his leg muscles at all was promoting growth in the proto legs on his side! They grew massively now, their shape becoming quickly more recognizable as the bone properly formed inside of them! Greg noticed out of the corner of his eye and tried his best to pull away in panic but the cow bowed forward to follow the dick, and the mutated muscles forced him to buck forward again- putting his cock even deeper down her muzzle if anything! The muscles on the outside of his arms and over his back were getting so big it almost felt like someone standing on his back! Without even meaning to, his arms moved on their own and loosely placed themselves on either of the cow's stumpy horns, loosely using them like handlebars. Greg's eyes went wide as he finally realized what was happening, when he looked at his poor deforming arms and seen his hands. His pinky and ring finger had next to no mobility in them, and were at the very least twice as big as all his other digits and still growing. The nails on them were now shaped like rounded triangles and almost solid black! They were growing in size all the way back to his wrist, deforming the shape of his entire hand along with them! His entire body started to grow in overall size again as the cow eagerly sucked his long smooth cock, and as the ends of the sleeves finally became too tight around his deformed arms and ripped- Greg seen the red pelt growing on him under his clothes... but only on the muscle deforming away from the rest of him. The two growing digits are the developing front segments of a bull hoof. He is growing bull arms out of his own arms! It is the same fate that his balls succumbed to- the bull grows out of him but then as it becomes more dominant, it begins to consume him. The bull grows inside until it is too big, then he essentially turns inside-out, and then the human is trapped inside of the bull. The bull was originally just his lust- a mental state inside his head. If he doesn't get this under control REAL fast- his entire existence is going to be regressed to nothing but a brief mental state inside of the bull's mind! "M-mmno! No y-yoouu got toOO... s-s-stohh-oop!" Greg tried talking the cow down, even though it cannot understand him, and was shocked with how thunderously deep his voice suddenly was! In response to him trying to use his voice to defy it- his throat convulsed and the veins immediately pulled rock hard and bloated tremendously- easily visible on the surface! The muscle in his neck grew at an alarming rate in all directions! Greg was forced to remain bent over- presenting his cock at a convenient angle for the cow to keep sucking on because of the increasing weight of the muscle growing off his back! His sleeves tore upward from the less-flexible cuffs breaking first, but before the rip even made it all the way up; his grotesquely malformed back muscles completely blew out the entire back of his shirt! The garment remained clinging on by the shoulder till the rips on the sleeves made it all the way up, and then it fell off entirely! His giant low-slung balls lifted themselves in the long scrotum a bit more every pulse, and finally when they hit the top and he erupted in orgasm- the very same moment his hips let out a loud, hollow pop! With a pop, several crunches and two quieter pops- his hips both grew and reformed, as if the pleasure surge is what changed them! They became much larger, but because he was growing bovine legs on the outsides of his own legs; his legs were caught on the inside of the bull legs and could not follow the sockets they attach to as the pelvis now put them further apart... which caused the bovine legs to instead link into those sockets instead. With an aggressive stomp the newly formed bull legs slammed into the floor and lifted him up on them, causing his human legs to dangle an inch off the ground. Even if his human legs were still able to reach- they no longer socket into anything, so they are sort of just free-floating off the rest of his skeleton, so they cannot support any weight! Of course this was the end of his already extremely ill-fit pants. The moment his hips changed the seams on the side exploded apart, and then very quickly ripped down the entire length of the legs, falling away like scrapped rags. His underpants looked like a thong for his balls alone, so without the support of the pants under them, they had to carry the full weight of his giant testicles and immediately snapped off- launching themselves two feet, spinning through the air thanks to the elastic in them. Greg is essentially being lifted up by and wedged inside of a red bull! He has absolutely no control over the legs and hips now, so the bull eagerly thrusts into the cow, which lets out a muffled low as it eagerly sucks down the sticky hot love. He feels his neck deforming and the growth oddly wobbling back and forth, brushing the top of his head. He did not realize what was happening till he heard him snort, letting out powerful jets of hot air from its new nostrils... he has grown a complete bull head from the top of his neck! His grotesquely malformed neck branches at the top into two heads, stacked on top of one another! The top back of Greg's neck was still fused to the bull's throat just under its jaw, so the two heads could not divide from one another very far. The cow went to pull away as the penis started to go soft, and the bull leaned its weight back onto the wall so it could thrust forward as far as possible to stay in its mouth longer. The cow finally popped off, licking its lips and then let out a short, pleased moo before wandering away- practically shoved aside by the other cows now gathering, having seen what this strange creature is packing. Greg tried to make a mad dash toward the barn doors, panting and delirious with hormones as he is, but his legs did nothing more than swing back and forth gently below them. Without directly connecting to his skeletal structure they are entirely useless, and the bull legs are so much larger that they hold his human ones off the ground anyway. His arms are still attached, but the bull arms are inside and sort-of beside them, so when one set of arms moves; so does the other. And a bull is a hell of a lot stronger than a man. Greg tried to walk forward but stumbled and flopped forward. The moment the proto-hooves on the front limbs hit the ground the muscle flexed to catch him and expanded massively! The bull muscles expanded inward, partially consuming the human arms they were originally born from! Now the bull arms covered the top, bottom, and outer facing sides, leaving only a strip of human bulging out on the inner arms! His two fingers and thumb had no strength in them at all, and could only uselessly wiggle around. What had been his two last fingers were now giant, and taking the shape of a bull hoof- two much smaller digits forming from where the human wrist was to become dew claws, but at the moment their hoof segments were nothing more than shallow bumps. The giant phallus wobbled and wagged under them, getting softer but not shrinking back at all. At the sight of the approaching cows, its own wobbling caused it to return to full erection- slapping Greg in the face when it tensed up, splatting precum across his forehead. Their skin turned to goosebumps at the bizarre sensation of the spine re-locating inside of them! It arched further out and the vertebrae bulked up tremendously as it pulled out of Greg's back and floated upward into the forming back of the bull instead! This caused his growing muscles to wrap partially around to Greg's side, threatening to suck him inside! The bull stood proudly on his forming arms and bellowed loudly to the cows as his arms started to enlarge, further deforming Greg's human arms against their sides! Greg's rib cage started to become brittle as the mass was stolen, and branched upward for a moment looking like a figure 8 as the bull's ribs spawned off the back of his own! The forming ribs caused the back muscles to yank up off his torso making it three times as wide as normal, before another set of gigantically bulbous muscle formed and both the bull and Greg moaned deeply at the sudden feeling of the muscle becoming too large for where it was, and getting shoved suddenly around their shoulders! They grew almost perfectly overlapped so it wasn't even outwardly visible that he had two sets of shoulder blades till now- the new bovine pectoral muscles yanked themselves between the two sets of shoulders and separated them. This yanked up on their arms, but because the bull arms were growing rapidly it compensated for the added distance easily enough. There is now a cannon bone where half his hand used to be, extending out into a fully developed set of cloven hooves- which means what is left of his two shrinking fingers and thumb are dangling over a foot away from the ground at maximum length. The horniness was so much it was like every time his cock tensed up his thoughts whited out, preventing him from completing any thoughts! *F-fuuuck... s-s-so h-horny. So hOOuurny, don't want to be. I don't... I don't... cows. Not a bull. CoOOUuws so big... udders so b-big, juicy... need toOO milk, fuck... need to fuck- no m-m-milk... slap balls on their udder... fuck... need them around...cock-no, need to get around them toOOOo the... door.* Precum was spewing out of his dick so heavily it almost looked like he was peeing. His dick is so turgid it can't even flick any more- it just vibrates. As soon as the bull tried to move, walking on all fours; its body let out a rapid-fire cacophony of pops and cracks as its entire torso lengthened! It looked like its front moved forward while the rear remained in place! Greg's body however did not change length. The bull's chest shoved forward, which caused his human head to slide under- now fused to what is the bull's chest! The bull now had its own completed, massive, muscular neck and could look around without having to turn its entire body. It scanned the cows- its nostrils flaring as it tasted their scent and jet out hot air in grunts of approval. The nose of the bull is a dark red-pink, while the fur is closer to a true red. "N...nuh. Yooou can't make... mmme, s-so hard... needs... hole! No, n-need to get away... get OFF. So... soOOuu many cows, m-M-MOOo easy to f-f-fuuuck. Just... more. Little... moOOure" Gregs thoughts were spinning without pause, and because he was getting progressively less neurons to work with and the bull was gaining more- half their thoughts ended up crossing over between the two of them, so neither could tell which one was thinking which thought. One of the cows closer to them turned her boxy rump and lifted her tail, glancing back at the bull over her shoulders and he did not hesitate to take the invitation. Of course; since Greg is fused to his underside, that meant he gets sandwiched between two bovine! Greg tried to protest or use his grip on the cow's back to somehow squirm away against all logic, but of course failed utterly. He could not make any sounds other than gasps and grunts because he had the entire weight of a full grown bull mashing him into the cow's backside, forcing the air in and out of his lungs in time with the beast's thrusts! Because his ears are partially fused into its chest, Greg could hear the stretching tissue within, the bones groaning and clicking as they expand and re-set in their new positions. The bull is growing still. Only able to get his dick in and barely grasp around her hips at first, mashing Greg's face into her back just beside her tail, barely over her butt. Slowly he slid up her back further and further as he grew still bigger, but Greg remained the same size. Greg's mind blanking too badly to even close his mouth, leaving a thin line of drool onto the cow's back. The bull was grinding him off between the two bovine bodies, like a sheet of sandpaper removing a lump. The pleasure blanked all of his thoughts regardless, the feeling of a creature as large as a cow being wrapped firmly around the enormously long shaft. Their low-slung balls colliding with the back cleft of her fat, heavy udder, clapping against it. And they fit tighter and tighter as their overall size grew, surpassing the size of the cow under them. The bull let out rumbling, quiet lows and loud snorts and grunts as he thrust into her. Greg getting rubbed back and forth by a cow above and bull below, trapped between as he felt the bulbous muscles flex and swell larger, swallowing more of his human body into him. His chest felt tight with nervousness but he was so consumed with lust that he did not think of why he was nervous- what he should be doing about it, or what it even means for him. He just moved automatically with the muscles around him, willingly getting jerked around like a puppet so he can experience more of this wondrous pleasure. His cock felt so tight and uncomfortable on its own- it was so good and comfortable inside this cow, he didn't want it to ever leave. This cow's pussy was its home now; he wanted to stay here forever. Greg's arms were swallowed into the bull's arms, leaving only three nubs that were formerly his digits, just past his wrist joints, but those soon stretched flat. The already completely useless human legs were mashed between the thighs of two bovine, and squished into and were absorbed by the giant triangular shaped thighs of the bull; their biomass feeding his expanding body! Their midriff was one and the same, and had already barreled out to bovine proportions. The bull came explosively into the cow, letting out a thunderously deep lowing before dismounting. The bull did not slow down however- he is lust incarnate so even with his dick still connected to the cow with a thin line of stretched cum, he was already looking for the next volunteer; not even close to going soft. Greg was able to catch his breath, but made no attempt to protest. His brain was still utterly blank from pleasure and lust- most of his braincells stolen away to place into the bull's head. He let his crotch do the talking a bit too much- now it does the moving, the thinking, and existing for him too. The bull seen a cow eyeing him up but too shy to actually approach. He intimidatingly walked up to her and booped his wet, textured nose against hers and after a moment they opened their mouths and entwined their long tongues in a strange sort-of bovine kiss. She went to turn around and the bull nudged her with his forehead, as if to hurry her along. He reared up and got up onto her hips on the first try, then used her hips to heave himself up onto her back- bovine are extremely awkward on two legs. He slammed his cock into her, feeling her stretch around his mighty phallus. The other had two calves- this one had only had one so far; her pussy is tighter. Her milk supply was running out even though she was being constantly milked, it had been too long since she had her calf. Well... the bull can take care of that real quick. There aren't any red bovine in the ranch yet, let's mix up the colors a bit. When he hilted his dick in her, he rest his weight onto her back and because Greg's ribs were so brittle already from feeding the expansion of the bull's ribs, his entire rib cage basically turned to dust instantly on impact. What was left exposed of his torso was immediately stretched out. The bull took a deep breath as his chest expanded, and the red fur grew inward, consuming the human portion entirely. Greg's head was partially fused into the chest, so when it expanded it also caused his skull to lose its shape and his head to stretch out with the chest. His hair quickly fell out as the two bovine bodies rocked back and forth against him. His mouth hung open drooling with a blissfully stupid look on his face- his head completely empty, just processing the pleasure he felt and nothing else. *Let it... more... so much... good. Is... cum...bull in...* The muscle under the face bulged and the eyes were forced shut and started to sink in, the mouth closed and started to fused shut and the nose stretched completely flat against the skin- the bull climaxed rather quickly and suddenly as the last traces of Greg were devoured in his own lust, immediately removing anything that had been holding the bull back. Bethany got to work the next day to see the other two women rather distressed and confused. All of the cows were already out in the field, the barn was an absolute catastrophe and Greg was nowhere to be found- but they did find the scraps of his absolutely shredded clothing. Bethany let out a frustrated sigh, watching a red bull chase a cow through the field. "You stupid idiot. I gave you that curse to teach you a lesson! You can't learn your lesson if you are a bull! How the hell did you turn completely in one single evening?!" She was unaware that he had been hiding his changes- and had already many alterations by their last meeting. Overnight the bull had managed to fuck every one of the cows that had not already been penned and may very well have impregnated all of them if he was smart enough to open the pens to get at the rest of them. That meant the entire third of the lactating cows Greg had been assigned were now pregnant again. Bethany shrugged and sighed. "Well, the old man had been wanting a new bull but was complaining about the costs... now he has one for free. Because I am still not wasting another spell charge on you- I warned you." And so the red bull went on to be one of the best breeder bulls the country had ever known. Not only was he always raring to go at the drop of a hat- he was real good at seducing the cows and convincing them that they wanted it too. His constant flirting also kept them on their toes and made for a very lively, energetic herd... I guess you could say the red bull gave them wings.

Of course, fuel was purely metaphorical. It wouldn’t do for him to actually consume those that were following him, even if that’s what other dragons often did; it’d be absolutely delicious, and possibly give him a significant boost in power if he arranged for his own sacrifices, but as with many things in life, the quick and easy solution was often not the best one. After all, why should he get rid of a long-lasting battery, therefore losing out on its full charge, just to get an injection of juice at that exact moment? Why should he forgo an entire life’s worth of worship just so he could eat a single human, who by that point would barely even do anything to his body as it was? Mass was temporary, limited, but adoration could be risen to more and more absurd levels by giving his worshippers something to truly gawk at, by providing them with the kind of body that they dreamed of… just, well, covered with scales rather than with regular skin. And to that end, Aeron was more than happy to provide, since all he really had to do was be himself, no bullshit required; just his own confidence and a body that seemed willing to expand in every direction with each word of encouragement that was offered to him. The dragon didn’t even know if that was the collar around his neck or his own nature having been spiced up so much by magical experimentation that it had become inherently unstable, but whatever the case, he could already feel the growth start to kick in, even if it was slowly at first: he would take a short breath and his chest would heave upwards, then release the air from his lungs only for his pecs to not move at all, seemingly having gained mass just from that small gesture. He’d pick something off the street because it happened to be in the way and he didn’t want to ruin it, and would get to watch as his biceps bulged out, his calves thickened and his entire body surged upwards as he got up to place the obstacle somewhere where it wouldn’t have to worry about being trampled. And though it only ever happened inches at a time, for Aeron every inch came at the price of a significant chunk of his sanity, for the pleasure he felt with each electrical flash firing up his spine was enough to get him to make some truly undignified sounds… and for his body to react in ways that only made things worse. Aeron’s arousal couldn’t really be contained, but most of the time it was helped along by him being so close to Itha, the only other being in the entirety of existence who knew him well enough to be able to bring him down from his pleasure highs by pushing the right sequence of buttons with just the right amount of strength. This normally involved enough bed-wrecking fun that the two of them spent entire fortunes on replacements, and the amount of wood used just to keep up with their demands fueled an entire logging industry in their personal kingdom; but with him being in the middle of a town, with no lovely dragoness in sight, and a whole bunch of excited little ones eager to get a good grope of some section of his form, there weren’t a lot of things standing in the way between Aeron and him completely losing his mind, and his body went along with that unfortunate reality by gleefully feeding into it with abandon… especially in and around his nethers. By that point, both of the giant’s nuts were so unbelievably stuffed that it was a wonder he hadn’t already exploded, with the amount of churning emanating from those things signalling that they were a clear hazard to everyone around them… and yet, there was no shortage of volunteers and supplicants wishing for nothing more than a chance at climbing the mounting height and heft of both orbs, even as they filled with backed-up spunk and grew tall and heavy enough that their owner was having trouble dragging them around; not because they were too hefty, but because their size made it so that moving from place to place forced so much sensitive skin go rub against the ground that it made his already-worrying cock situation even worse. Truly an achievement, considering his rod was quickly approaching a size where it was about as thick as his whole torso was, and was already longer than he was tall; it twitched and throbbed, pulsated with each heartbeat, each time gaining just a bit more mass as it refused to settle back down at its previous size. It was clear that all the blood being pumped into it was going to turn that monster into something that Aeron wouldn’t be able to move of his own accord, let alone control… but as long as he could, he carried on walking, convinced that if he could at least find a wide-open space, he could minimize the damage done to his environs. It certainly didn’t help that he was leaking like an open faucet already, and he’d barely even begun reaching anything resembling a climax, let alone crossed the line into open orgasm. Owing to the pair of nuts behind him, which quickly reached a size where he could comfortably lean back against them and use them as a beanbag for his entire body, gallons upon gallons of his potent pre were already flooding the streets of the town, running downhill and blessing whoever happened to touch the sticky substance with a wide variety of transformative effects of their own, usually focused around their own reproductive organs. A select few, those most lucky to win the lottery, began to transform into half-draconic hybrids of a sort; there were even some attempting to place the precum somewhere where it could be more useful, but no matter how much it far outstripped even the most powerful of males’ ejaculate, it still wasn’t the real deal. No, that one was quickly approaching, far more quickly in fact than Aeron would’ve liked, quickly enough that he started to think that maybe he should just stop and let the whole town come to him. He certainly had no reason to keep walking, seeing as his mere form was powerful enough to barrel through whatever rickety structure was in the way of it. Why find an empty square when he could just his nuts balloon outwards and completely flatten any and all houses and otherwise standing structures within range? To a body like his, stones and wood were equally as destructible, so fragile that he felt like he could just breathe on them and they’d vanish away into the wind, turned to dust… either that, or both of his cumtanks were so pressurized that they refused to budge, and thus the entire world around them would have to in their stead; judging by how full they were, and how much fuller they were getting at every single moment, that was the most likely scenario now that Aeron thought about it. He felt it too, once he grew too big to really move anymore, once he allowed himself to fall back and simply enjoy himself on a throne of cum-stuffed nutflesh from where he could conduct his business without anyone getting in the way. At least in this manner he could focus entirely on maximizing the pleasure he felt, wrapping both hands around the base of his cock and almost immediately coming to regret this decision: they weren’t enough. He looked to his arms, to the bulging musculature, the vascular muscle mass that only grew thicker and more heavyset with each passing second; he looked to his hands, powerful and potent, enormous and capable of crushing stone just by pressing it between two fingers. He looked at his cock, and there he had it: even his two hands weren’t enough to completely encircle its full girth, a realization that was… hard to parse. Part of him wanted to panic at just how titanic his shaft had grown, how out of control everything was and how little of his original self remained within his head, but most of him just wanted to marvel at what he was seeing, at a body that was so receptive to the worship it received that its cock could probably be seen for a couple of miles around, poking out the tops of roofs all around it. It would have been a struggle, if not for the fact that the number of people around him just kept rising, leaving him in a state where he had no other choice but to accept the adoration and keep rolling with it. Adoration that just kept feeding him and his form with the extra mass that he just then came to understand was his by right. It wasn’t just something he wanted (even if he really did), but something that was owed to him as the draconic overlord of all those tiny little supplicants, whose only good skill set was being living batteries of worship for his glorious self. He could practically hear their voices in the back of his head, the chorus ringing heavily as it produced wave after wave of pressure crashing into his insides, pushing his entire frame outwards with pound after pound of mass. Aeron might have his eyes closed, but he could still feel everything happening to him: the burgeoning of his pecs as they took up more room on his field of view, the hardening of his abs until they could be used to grind steel (carefully, so as to not damage the metal), the continuous thickening of his arms and legs with additional muscle, such that he’d be able to pick up entire fortifications with but a single hand, the growing of his entire self as he gained foot after foot in height. But most of all, he felt the worship feed into his arousal, both directly and indirectly, as the rumbling began. It was only a matter of time really, given how productive his nuts were and how much cum was stored up and ready to be shot out. The entire town would probably need to be flooded before he was anywhere near satisfied, but that was alright; it wasn’t as if its population had anything better to do, not as if they really had any purpose other than to make sure their dragon god could feel properly tended to, endlessly pleasuring himself as he was. It was Aeron’s role, and above all his destiny, to serve as a living object of worship on the part of the many little ones surrounding him, and the many more his presence was drawing towards him. There would be no death around him, no injury or suffering, no profiteering or dominance like all those other amateurs he shared a species with; no, Aeron knew better, he knew that in order to achieve true apotheosis, true ascension into the halls of the gods themselves, one must cultivate an active and dedicated base of active worshippers whose minds were so utterly consumed by their love and adoration that they would think of nothing else, that they would move mountains if only it meant they could express how much they felt for their new divinity, and how hot those feelings ran. And to him, to the draconic giant at the center of it all, every word, every errant thought, was further confirmation that not only was he doing his job right, but that everyone else was doing theirs as well; the puzzle pieces were falling into place, and soon he would take his rightful spot in the grand hierarchy of things. Not before causing a heaping load of damage to his environs though, but then again, what was something as worthless and minor as a single house compared to the birth of a new god? Or five, or ten, or however many would have to come down in order to make room for his new, glorious form? If the little ones around him wanted a new home, they could make one atop his very own body; he’d need to have attendants, those who were pious and devoted enough that they would happily come along with him as he ascended towards the heavens, those who were not only comfortable with the idea of spending an eternity singing praises unto him, but gleefully jumped at the opportunity when it was presented. There were a lot of those as well; Aeron was genuinely surprised that so many would so eagerly join up with him, especially when the first impression he got from his surroundings was that a lot of the humans living there were more terrified than they were awed; then again, fear did have a way of worming its way into the heads of those that experienced it until it became unrecognizable from complete and total submission, or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. The idea that he might be ruling through dread was, frankly, something he refused to swallow; he, Aeron, the grand dragon, would never be so debased as to force people to obey him because they were too terrified of his wrath. Rather, he would promise exultation, apotheosis, and anyone who might want to share in it was welcome to do so. Such thoughts swam around in his head and almost immediately vanished from it mere seconds later, given that his physical and mental being were in a state of near-constant flux, owing to the vicious cycle he’d accidentally created out of his very presence: by walking into the middle of a crowded, well-inhabited town, he had effectively made it impossible for people not to notice him, thus maximizing the odds of everyone around him being made aware of his unique nature, therefore leading down a path where the more attention he received, the more irresistible he became, and before long he had literally thousands of little ones congregating around his physical avatar, making it impossible to even try to move around. Not that he could; as much as Aeron had convinced himself that he was a divine being deserving of the utmost of respect for his power, there was one thing that he couldn’t fight back against, and that much was gravity. No matter how great he envisioned himself as, that didn’t stop both of his nuts from being so immensely oversized that they’d already managed to completely fill the street he’d been on and flatten two whole lines of buildings on either side of it; each cumtank had swollen to become over twice as tall as Aeron himself, quite the feat given that he was quickly encroaching on the fifty-foot mark, and so positively stuffed to the brim with his virile seed that it was impossible for him to really… move. He could try and flap his wings, maybe even wiggle around, but the truth of the matter was that he was well and truly stuck there, immobilized by his own girth. And if it weren’t for his nuts, his cock alone had already progressed past the past where it looked even remotely proportioned for the rest of his body. Thicker than he was wide, thrice as long as he was tall, it was a true pillar of manhood that all in town could see, that all for miles around could see, one that kept growing, creaking even as its leathery skin stretched and multiplied over itself, keeping Aeron trapped between a set of hyperactive cum factories on one side, and a positively titanic rod on the other. This, of course, only encouraged him to seek further stimulation, to move his arms and legs around such that he’d end up hugging his own shaft, grinding his entire body against it as the only thing that he could feasibly do… thus leading to yet more growth when his arousal fed into the active worship he was receiving because of it and the whole thing went exponential before he could do anything to stop it. The collar was burning, practically molten at that point, but he quite literally could not care; it was such a minor thing that his mind refused to pay the slightest amount of attention to it. Itha, however, wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t notice it, if only because part of the enchantments on the collar were deliberately designed to warn her if something like, say, an uncontrollable growthsplosion took place. She trusted Aeron to accomplish simple tasks, but it seemed like folly not to at least protect herself against the possibility that he might go completely off the rails by showing off to the world and getting worship in return; up until that moment, the possibility that all of the magical experimentation that had turned the dragon into the massive hunk that he was might’ve had… unforeseen consequences, for lack of a better word, had been just that: a possibility. It was theoretically something that could happen, but seeing as her own love for him didn’t trigger anything of note, Itha had been convinced that it should be safe enough to unleash her hubby onto the world, though obviously not safe enough that she could afford to forgo any and all safety measures. So, as that small light went off inside her head, and she felt the raw power filtering through local magical currents, the sigh that she let out was equal parts annoyance and relief; yes, there was a lot of clean-up work on the horizon, but at least the collar worked as intended. Unbeknownst to the dragoness, what she felt had been nothing more than a fraction of Aeron’s true power, the very little amount that was actually ejected from his body rather than reflected back in so that it could further fuel his ascension towards godhood. Thus, when she prepared her illusion spells and then took off towards the town she sent her mate to, the dragoness expected him to be somewhere near the range of how he usually was around the house: enormous, yes, but still perfectly containable with a slap across the back of the head and a few stern words about humility. It wasn’t until she flew close enough to actually see what was going on that Itha began to realize the situation was much more dire than she expected, and at that point, the amount of leaked power that kept hitting her at any given moment skyrocketed thanks to simple proximity; not that she needed that warning sign anymore, because she could clearly see Aeron’s cock jutting out from within the town, all the way from a good ten or so miles away. Granted, she was flying, so that was slightly cheating, but for that thing to be so clearly taller than anything surrounding it, not to mention its thickness being apparent even from so far away, it could only mean that the absolute worst happened… and yet, the thoughts crossing Itha’s mind were not panic or fear, but a titillation and desire that even she couldn’t quite explain. Aeron could though, at least during the brief moments of lucidity that he still had. He knew exactly what was going on, how his power was such, how his might had been so stoked by the raw worship of so many new supplicants, that even Itha couldn’t avoid being affected by it; she wouldn’t become a mindless drone like all those little humans around him, but she wouldn’t be in full possession of her mental faculties either; then again, neither was he, neither was anyone for that matter, so how different was that to anything else? The time for thinking and consideration was long gone, and the time for self-indulgent, mindless pleasure was now, now and forever, forever and always, never to stop until Aeron’s body encompassed the world and became its new god, to be eternally worshipped by all those who laid eyes on him. That’s what he thought to himself, stuck as he was in a cocoon of his own warm flesh, unable to think or do anything that wasn’t further increasing his pleasure; that’s what he beamed directly into Itha’s mind, when she haphazardly landed as close to his main body as she could, eyes and mouth wide open as she gawked at the sheer amount of damage wrought to what used to be a bustling town, and was at that time little more than a large, flat piece of land occupied almost entirely by her mate’s balls. It was spared his cock purely by virtue of it being up in the air, otherwise that thing would’ve carved out a trench deep enough to throw everyone who lived in their country into it several times over. Itha was then faced with a problem. The animal side of her, the true lizard brain, wanted her to stop doing whatever it was she was trying to do and just focus on enjoying herself; there she had a cock far too big for her to ever take, a comparably-enormous pair of nuts and a dragon mate with which to enjoy both of those things with. There she had a true god, a draconic deity that was well on their way to becoming a true divinity. There she had Aeron, her lover, at his absolute most powerful, and her only job was to forget about limitations or responsibilities and just enjoy herself… then the rest of her butted in, reminding the dragoness that what she was witnessing was not normal, was not natural, that the only real reason why her mate was that big was thanks to her own magical experimentation, and most likely the collar he had on (just barely) magnifying its effects. A battle raged within her head as she slowly crept closer to the dragon next to her, who called for her to approach and embrace him, who begged her to succumb to the same pleasure that he had himself; and the closer Itha got, the harder it was for her to keep resisting. Why should she, when she was close to a god, a breeding god who would soon bring her along for the ride? If only she synched up with his own power, she too could reap some of the benefits and grow to become something just as glorious as Aeron himself; and for a few moments, Itha genuinely believed that would’ve been the best course of action, and was ready to let go and immerse herself into this brand new world of theirs. Until she pulled the collar off. It was far more of an instinctive move than it was anything resembling a conscious one, but the second she tugged on that molten piece of metal just barely holding onto its form, everything stopped. The rumbling and quaking halted, the growth terminated, and even Aeron’s eyes went from unfocused and glazed over to suddenly very wide and attentive. It was like reality had just been paused and immediately resumed while everyone within it was fully aware of it happening, a jolt that brought everyone back down to something vaguely resembling sanity. And there, in the middle of it all, was Aeron, still just as big as he’d been moments prior. He looked up at Itha, confused as to what exactly had happened, unable to understand why it was that he was so… well, huge. And all Itha could do was stare back at him, desperately trying to convey with her expression what words would be unable to, because above all things, beyond the damage done to the town, the amount of mental stress the dragon had put everyone under, the filling and cum that would have to be handled at some point, there was one thing that Itha needed Aeron to understand: She couldn’t shrink him back.

Title: D'Orgasmic Chronicles Ch. 12 Tags: group sex, swinging, oral, anal, bisexual, bi sex, beyoncé, carmen electra, fucking, sucking *Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series are in no any way to be considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around.* \*\*\*\*\* As the evening wound down, Gary, Mark, Lori and Holly were busy showing the record company executives the private viewing suites. Everyone seemed impressed. Michelle found Courtney Friel and her husband Carter Evans. She asked them back to the mansion for the after party celebrations. They were happy to accept. Limos arrived and people were leaving. Paparazzi were outside in force while the parking lots were full of fans. Many would camp out overnight insuring they would get inside tomorrow night. "Gary, I heard a rumor that you made an addition to your pool?" Donald asked. "Nothing escapes you, does it?" Gary laughed. "Yes, and I love it but with Brenda next door, I don't look so good anymore." "Is Mark diving again? He's come back wonderfully. I was pleased because when I saw him in Vegas, he looked like crap. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong but I found out." "I can't imagine where. Now I am going to kill those three assholes. Yes, he is diving. It's good for him." "You know they really are family and were so worried about him. They owe everything to him. They swore me to secrecy and I've respected that. His woman, Cherry, is something else though. What is the word I'm searching for?" "I do believe the word is Phenomenal, Donald. That is the only word to describe Cherry. I hope you brought your swimsuits. I'll see you at the house." Tammy was on her game when the stars started to arrive. Their luggage had arrived earlier. She showed each new arrival where they would be staying and invited them to the pool area for cocktails. The Clubs had closed but the restaurant was still full. Jill walked into the store just as Vicki had finished closing everything out. "Look at the shelves Jill. We need stock and we need it now," Vicki grinned. Jill laughed, "We figured that was going to happen. I have a truck loaded and ready. It will be here first thing in the morning. Are you happy?" "This place was crazy all day. I'm very happy." "Let's go home, you need a drink," Jill said as they locked the doors. Both clubs were locked but the restaurant would be open to the public very soon. "Have you ever hobnobbed with the rich and famous before?" "No, I'm feeling intimidated. Are they all staying at the house?" "Yes," Jill giggled. "Everyone is under strict orders to behave but I will guarantee there will be more fucking than you could imagine tonight. I know two men who are going to get the ride of their lives tonight. One of them has been waiting for this night for twenty-five years." "What? I'm confused. Who has been waiting that long?" she asked as the walked to the car. "My best friend in high school and my roommate in college is a gal named Suzie. She was madly in love with the three amigos. She had absolutely no idea that I even spoke to them. Everyone in school thought I hated them and vice-versa. That shows you how much they knew," she grinned. "The guys knew exactly how she felt towards them but they loved me. That was that. Suzie eventually married a great man who has had a hardon for me since middle school. Well, tonight the guys are going to finally rock her world. Gina, Brianna and I are going to rock his." "Why is Gina and Brianna involved in this?" "Frank is here with his boss and his wife. They run our control tower at the airport. We all talk to each other all the time over the radio. This is the first time we've actually been together in a long time. This will be a good night." It was a warm night when they got home and everyone was on the patio. Loretta sat there with Reba and Beyonce. Mark and Gary made a beeline towards her. She introduced Reba to them and they were thrilled to meet her. They met her husband, Narvel Blackstock. "You sir, are a very lucky man," Mark said as he shook his hand. "Neither of you are doing too shabby yourselves," he laughed. Gary laughed, and shook hands with both of them. Reba was absolutely gorgeous. He looked at Loretta and then to Beyoncé. "Ut, oh girlfriend, here it comes," Loretta giggled. Beyoncé's eyes were twinkling. "You two, oh, you two are in for it. I could just take the two of you over my knee," Gary said. "Promises, promises," Beyoncé mocked him. "Seriously, talk about a mind-blowing surprise. We never expected any of this. You two simply took this over the top. We can't thank you enough." "So when are you going to spank me?" Loretta teased. She saw the shocked look on Reba's face. "What, do you think I don't know their reputations? Girlfriend, back in my day..." "Oh you're so bad," Reba said breathlessly. "No darlin, I was that damned good." Mark walked over to her, bent down, and kissed her. "You still are that damned good Loretta, and we love you unconditionally. Thank you. Thank you for everything." Reba looked at Gary and smiled. "You outdid yourself with this new line of clothes Gary. I love them; they are so sexy. I saw several things I want." "I saw something I want too," Narvel said. "I think Reba would look gorgeous wearing chaps?" "Not on stage, oh no," she giggled. "Where the hell did you get the idea for those?" "You tell her Mark, it was your idea," Gary said. He told her the story about Halloween at the Luxor, and what happened after he saw those three women. He told her about his other friend also named Gary, and what his wife said to him afterwards. Reba laughed herself silly. "She really said that to him? That is hilarious. I want to meet that girl." "I wish you could Reba. Unfortunately, she died a few months after that but you did give her the thrill of a lifetime though. They were both cab drivers and, as you know, they get tickets to all the shows for free. Well, almost all the shows are free. He took her to see you at the Hilton. He told me it was the most expensive tickets he had ever paid for but they loved it. The next day, Kaye was in the cab line at the Hilton and your limo came in. Apparently, you saw a woman waiting in the cab line wearing a blouse you liked. You had the limo stop and you got out to ask her where she got it." "Oh I remember that." "Anyway, you did that right in front of her car. She was crazy thinking she was that close to you. You were her hero." "I wish I had known. I would have invited her to dinner. She sounds like she was a great lady." "Yeah, she was just a real sweet redhead, with a wicked sense of humor. She loved country and so does her husband. Their first date was to see Garth Brooks and afterwards, he proposed. We all miss her." "How is her husband doing?" "He misses her. She was a gem and he won't even date anymore. I feel bad for him. He works, comes home, and won't even go into a casino anymore." "Give me his number. I'll call him and have dinner with him. I'll call Garth and Trish to join us. I think he'd like that," Reba smiled. Gary laughed, "I know Gary too; he wouldn't just like that, he'd love it. Thanks Reba, thanks a lot." "So that is where the outfit came from. I loved it and she almost killed him over his reaction," Mark laughed. Carmen walked up and introduced John Rich to Gary and Mark. They chatted for a bit and Carmen told Gary and Mark that Jill was looking for them. Mark saw Cherry holding court surrounded with all the artists who had appeared at the Glove. Mark walked up and kissed her. They met everyone and said they would be back. "Jill is looking for you darling," Cherry said as she kissed him again. "She introduced me to Suzie and Dorothy. Rock their world darling. Suzie's been waiting for this for a long time." "Have I told you today, Cherry Anderson? Have I told you how proud of you I am? How thrilled I was to see you on those stages tonight? Have I told you how much I truly love you?" Mark looked into her eyes and he saw the love within. He kissed her one more time. "Enjoy yourself baby." Michelle, Lori, and Holly were the perfect hosts. They were entertaining their guests. Holly apparently developed a permanent attachment at the hip to Toby Keith and Toby certainly wasn't complaining. "Jill, what did Jeremy mean when he said you'd be gobbling Frank's cock tonight?" Suzie giggled. "That Jeremy always says the wildest things." "Honey, we've been the closest of the closest friends for years. I know everything about you. When did you become blonde?" Jill laughed. "I what?" "What the fuck do you think he meant?" "Well, with Jeremy, I never know. He always teased me so much. They all did. I never know when they are being serious with me. Take you, for example, they hated you. They could not stand to be in the same room with you. It took me years to find out you had been doing them all along." "Is that right?" Dorothy asked. "Those two men are as hot as hot can get. You've slept with both of them Jill? Wow, are you one lucky girl." "Dorothy, this cunt has been fucking all three of them constantly since way before she should have. They manipulated the entire school. Everyone thought they hated Jill so obviously something had to be wrong with her. They wouldn't go near her. Sure, every boy in school wanted Jill but if the three amigos were that adamant that there was something wrong with her, they stayed away as well. Those three boys ignored every girl in school. I think, other than Jill, they spent the most time talking to me. I went all through school with a sopping wet pussy and I never as much as got a kiss out of any of them. They were always dating the models. Scratch that, they dated supermodels. Try competing with Cheryl and Christie. It pissed us all off," Suzie explained. "So what does that have to do with Jeremy's comment?" Dorothy asked. "Did you hear the one about the pilots who promised your husband pickled eggs?" Mark grinned as they walked up to join them. "We both did," Dorothy, laughed. "Good God, don't let that happen please." "Gina and Brianna were those pilots. I threatened to fire them if they even thought about it," Mark grinned. "We don't have to tell you about that Suzie. They were upset and said they had promised him they would get them for him." "And I told them to fuck him if he can't take a joke," Gary laughed. Jill leaned over, took Suzie's face, and pulled her close. "Darling, you know it's hard to say no to any of these guys so that is exactly what we are going to do. We are going to fuck their brains out and you two are in for the night of your life. I can finally say this to you and mean it." She kissed Suzie sweetly, "Welcome to the family darling." Gary put his arm around Suzie and Mark put his around Dorothy. "Let us show you the house." "Rose looked at Wendy and laughed, "We'll give them a few hours and then join them. It should be very interesting." "Ya think?" Wendy giggled. "Check this out." Luke Bryan and Staci were walking down towards the water. "I bet she finally does him." "Lucky girl," Rose giggled. "I'd do him." "Rose, I love you with all my heart but I seriously think you'd do the Hunchback of Notre Dame." Wendy ducked as Rose tried to roundhouse her. They walked back to the patio and saw that Jerry and Gina Jones were sitting with Donald Trump and his wife Melania. Richard Branson sat next to Ainsley and was very captivated by her. They talked about flying and she was her usual sponge for knowledge. Ivanka Trump had joined Ronnie and they were all sitting by the pool laughing and having a wonderful time. "Gary, you've made so many changes to the house. I know I was here for the party back in high school but now, it is a palace," Suzie sighed. "If I had only known, I would have been all over you." "You lying bitch," Mark laughed. "You were all over us, time and time again." "Yes and I lost, didn't I? Do you three realize how many girls wanted you in school? I would have done you in Biology Class for what it is worth. Most of the girls said the same thing too. You have no idea. You couldn't handle them all." "Oh my God," Mark grinned. "Did she just issue a challenge? Gar, it is time for a class reunion." "No shit, Sherlock. The gauntlet has been thrown down," he said as he directed Suzie and Dorothy into his wing of the house. "Wait, holy shit, you have three stripper poles in your bedroom?" Dorothy exclaimed. "Why do you need three poles?" "Darling, this room gets a lot of use. Haven't you met Gary's ladies yet?" Mark said to Dorothy "Don't worry, if you haven't yet, you will before this night is over," Gary said as he took Suzie in his arms and turned her face to his. "I've been waiting a lifetime for this too." Suzie pushed him away. She walked over to Dorothy and grabbed Mark. She pushed both men down on the bed and she stood in front of them with her legs spread and hands on her hips. "Okay, motherfuckers, I have something to say and I've waited years to say this to you. I just wish Jeremy was here to hear what I have to say." "Hold on, do you want Jeremy here?" Mark laughed. "Damn right I do. I just wish he were here to listen to what I have to say. I am so mad at you three assholes." Gary reached for the tablet and the massive big screen came to life. Jeremy smiled at the scene before him. "What the fuck?" Dorothy giggled. Suzie turned and saw his lovely face smiling and she went off like a Roman candle. "You three have pissed me off more than I can ever describe. Were you just that fucking blind, or were you simply mean as shit? What did a girl have to do to get it through any of your heads that we wanted you? Goddammit! I wanted to fuck you, you, and yes you over there in exile land. My best friend, a woman I love as much as I love each of you, had you all to herself and you never let me in. Why? Don't you think I could rock your world just as well as Jill?" "Suzie, we all wanted you," Jeremy told her. "Jill wanted us to let you in but we had something so special with her and honestly, we didn't want to fuck that up. My mom was hell bent on having Jill marry one of us but we said no. She didn't know we had married her years before. She is our first and true love, and always will be." "Do you think we are stupid?" Mark asked her seriously. "Suzie, next to Jill, there wasn't another girl in school to hold a candle to you. We all wanted you." "What you didn't know is this. Frank has been a close friend all our lives. We knew he was just simply head over heels in love with you. Even back in the days when you didn't give him a second glance, we knew how he felt. Sure we teased the shit out of you," Gary grinned. "And we did a fucking good job of it, I might add," Jeremy laughed. "But we somehow knew this day would come too. Suzie, the three of us have lusted over you since we were very young. Tonight, we hope you will forgive us," Mark told her sincerely. "You cocksuckers, you lovely, delicious cocksuckers; do you have any idea how many years of pent up orgasms you fuckers owe me? You don't know this because we haven't seen each other in a long time but, Frank and I are swingers. Tom and Dorothy play with us all the time. I am going to fuck your brains out tonight and I don't plan on stopping. I am so pissed Jeremy. I want you here too." "Darling, I hope you heard what I said earlier. You are coming to Thailand from now on. The three amigos are going to rock your world unlike anything you've ever seen before. That, my love, is a promise. Gary, are Tom and Frank being taken care of?" Gary burst out laughing, "Bro, Jill has everything under control. She isn't alone. Gina and Brianna are there and from what I heard; Brenda is making a command appearance." "They won't be able to walk. Good. Dorothy, I know we haven't met yet but darling, you look delicious. You and your husband are definitely coming to Thailand as well. Does that work for you?" Jeremy asked. "If it means I get to fuck the three of you, damned right, I wouldn't miss it for the world," she blushed. "You have a deal darlings. Hey guys, can we break a rule once?" Mark laughed, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Yeah I am. Ladies, no one comes to Thailand unless they have been 'certified'. That is simply a rule around here. I am proposing that we hold off on that until they get here. After all, we owe Frank and Suzie big time. What do you think?" "I'm thinking I will need to buy a hospital jet," Gary snickered. "I also think it is a wonderful idea." "Suzie, I have to ask this, I hope it doesn't offend you but I have to know. Are Frank and Tom bi by any chance?" Jeremy asked. Suzie looked at Dorothy and they both blushed. She looked at Jeremy and nodded. "Oh my God," Gary laughed. "Ohmigod! This is going to be one hell of a trip." Gary walked to Suzie, tilted her face upwards and their eyes met. He felt her tremble as their eyes darted from a steady gaze to each other's lips and back. Their kiss was electric. Years of pent up passion flowed between them. Suzie was inflamed. Gary undid the clasp on her gown. It slipped to the floor. Suzie was still as good looking as she had been in high school. She never had children; still the tight, hot cheerleader she was back then. Her honey blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders. Gary kissed her neck while undoing the clasp on her bra. His tongue drove her lustfully insane as she fumbled while undoing his shirt. Her thin bra fell away. She inhaled sharply. For the first time in her life, she felt his naked flesh against her own. Her lips crushed his as her hands fell to his belt. He nibbled her lip and she felt weak. Her fingers undid his trousers but they did not fall away. He held her body close. She felt him pressing hard against her stomach and her knees shook. Gary picked her up and carried her to the bed. "Ohmigod, this is really happening, isn't it?" Suzie said breathlessly. "Please tell me this isn't a dream. I want this to be real darling." "Yes, you delicious creature, it finally is happening. It is not a dream. You, on the other hand, are definitely a walking wet dream." "Oh Gary, I want a promise from you two," she grinned as she raised her body up on one elbow. "I want you two to do us exactly the way Jill told me you do her." "Dammit, sis is talking out of school again," Mark, laughed from across the room. He had Dorothy completely aroused and she loved it. "We can't quite do that tonight baby. We have to take you two to Thailand to do that." Gary said as he started to kiss her spectacular body. "We will do our best though darling." Two hours and many earth-shattering orgasms later, two wonderful women lay in total exhaustion. Smiles stretched across their lovely faces. They hadn't heard anything other than the shrieks and wails of their own sweet bliss as these two men had taken them to the extreme heights of passion. They also didn't hear four gorgeous women enter the suite and take their positions around the room. The women watched in silence as Suzie and Dorothy flailed and floated across the massive bed. "I don't know, I'm betting that was only phase one. What do you think Wendy?" Cherry purred. Dorothy and Suzie sat bolt upright and looked around the room. "Definitely, that was just phase one baby. They haven't even started yet. I know our men. They have only just begun. I wonder what those cunts are doing upstairs," Wendy giggled. Debbie started mixing drinks as Rose hung up the phone. "Make more baby, they are coming down," Rose giggled as she started lighting candles and placing them around the room. Cherry walked over to the bed and she kissed both women sensuously. "How is your night going dear?" The elevator chimed and Jill walked off the elevator. Gina had Tom, and Brianna had Frank as they led them into the room by their dicks. Brenda followed and kept swatting their asses as they walked. Suzie jumped off the bed and got right in Jill's face. "You CUNT! You cocksucking, greedy CUNT! I could just scratch your eyes out. You greedy bitch. Ohmigod! Ohmigod!" She grabbed Jill and she kissed her so deeply. "Bitch!" Mark and Gary collapsed on the bed in hysterics. "What are you bitching about? They haven't even fucked you yet?" "Oh yes they did!" Dorothy exclaimed. "Oh no they haven't!" the assembled masses yelled. "Not by a long shot," Rose said as she handed Suzie a drink. "Girl, they haven't even got out of first gear yet." "You two look like you've had a good time so far," Mark giggled as he looked at Frank and Tom. "You heard what Suzie said to Jill didn't you? Well asshole, that goes for me too. You kept this fabulously gorgeous woman away from all of us. It's not fair. I swear; I don't know what to say right now." The music came on and Cherry laughed as she hit the center pole. Her dance was so sexy and she was just so damned hot. She came off that pole and the room erupted as she landed in front of Frank. That was all it took and within half a minute, a full-blown orgy was in progress. Rose walked out and returned with Jim in tow. Holly was busy and Jim welcomed her invitation. The candles were having their usual effect. Suzie was on fire. Jim saw where they were going and smiled. He was a good stand in for Jeremy. They took her to heaven and back repeatedly and she went wild. Her body trembled and shook. Each massive orgasm was longer and harder than the last. They were just warming up. Her body glistened. With her ass filled, her pussy flowed. She was thrilled with each of their cocks' substantial presence. This wasn't just special to Suzie. Gary and Mark were so pleased to be doing someone they had cared about most of their lives. Finally and officially welcoming them into the 'family' meant a lot to all of them. Dorothy sipped her drink and just watched. What she saw was beyond her wildest dreams. She knew she was next but they were not finished with Suzie yet. Rose slid onto the bed and she kissed Dorothy sweetly. Her hands roamed over her body and her face fell between her legs. Rose licked and Dorothy came, never once taking her gaze off the love and affection Suzie was receiving. Jill lit a smoke and relaxed as Brenda licked her pussy lovingly. Cherry, Wendy, Debbie, Gina, and Brianna were taking Frank and Tom to places they had never seen before and those two men were speechless. They turned their attention to Dorothy and she smiled. She lifted Rose up and kissed her with animalistic passion. Dorothy molded into Mark and her kiss was atomic. She considered herself worldly but what she had witnessed just now was so far out of this galaxy. Now, it was her turn and she could not wait. Jim backed off and helped Rose attend to a semi-conscious Suzie. Mark and Gary had the extreme pleasure of really getting to know Dorothy and she them. An hour later, Dorothy was Jell-O, with a racing heart and throbbing body. She had never experienced three gorgeous men do the things to her that they did. They were hunks, they were strong, but dammit, they were like one person. Everything they did, they did perfectly and in unison too. Jill was such a lucky bitch. Cherry was on fire. She had been on her best behavior tonight. She had some of the hottest black cocks in the world there tonight but she wasn't having any of it. Later, fuck yes, but not tonight. Now, she was going to show Mark's friends just how lucky he was and she was going to do them so well. She wasn't surprised to discover that they were very handsome, strong, and virile. They were, after all, friends those men had grown up with. She didn't know then how hysterically funny they could be but, she was sure there was lots she would learn from now on. She knew she was going to fuck their brains out and leave them limp and smiling. Suzie and Dorothy lay exhausted on the sheets as Jill climbed between them. She kissed Suzie and then Dorothy. Both women just looked at her and giggled. "Where the fuck did they learn how to do that?" Suzie whispered. Jill laughed, "Brenda, come here darling." Jill told Suzie who lay there in wide-eyed astonishment. "This answered a ton of questions. I followed you one day from school. I saw you drive over here and I was sure you were going to see Jeremy but you went to Brenda's house instead. I figured she was giving you dance lessons or helping with the cheer-leading routines. She was such a big help at school with those. I had no idea." Brenda giggled, "I wish you had come in baby. I was a mean bitch but I think I taught them well." Dorothy leaned up, grabbed Brenda, and kissed her so hard. "Taught them well? Ohmigod Brenda that was the best I've ever had in my life and I've had a fucking wonderful man and many lovers but holy fuck that was amazing." Frank had collapsed in one of the easy chairs, "I'm here to tell you this Suzie; making love to Jill has changed my life. Fucking her was even better. Then, add all this into the mix and I now know what heaven is like." "Baby, you've wanted to fuck Jill since you were a teenager." "Frank, Tom, you are both welcome to fuck me any time you want. Frank, I kinda sorta wanted to fuck you too darling. I'm glad I did. Brenda, don't just lay there baby, show Dorothy a few tricks baby. I've got a few things to show Suzie." With that, Jill dove onto her friend and picked up where they had left off in that college dorm room. Cherry and the girls attacked Frank and Tom. Gary went to pour drinks. Brianna and Gina joined them at the bar. "This is one time breaking the rules will definitely be good. Jim, you're going to need a really big clipboard next summer." "Huh, I'm lost. What's happening next summer?" "No one goes to Thailand unless they are 'certified' and since you are now the 'certification master' you need to know this. Frank, Tom, Suzie, and Dorothy are being 'certified' in Thailand," Mark giggled. "Holy fuck! That will be wild. They better be good baby," Brianna said. "They are exceptional baby. They'll be fine. I hope Frank and Tom are up for it," Gary grinned. "Ha, you better believe they are. Those two can fuck," Gina blushed. "Of course, watching Frank with Jill was breathtaking. There was a ton of pent up passion there." The sun was rising when this party wound down. Everyone dressed and headed for the patio. Linda was sure to have fresh coffee and sweets set out already. Dorothy and Suzie were sipping their coffee and Cherry and the girls were listening raptly as Suzie told tales from school. Cherry was laughing and giggling as Suzie told them some of their adventures. "Th

ey really were pricks. Loved, admired, and friendly pricks." "Mark showed up to one dance with a model who was, at that time, the number one model on earth. He was eighteen and she was probably in her early twenties. Every cock in the place was rock hard and the women, myself included, felt so insecure. She was, and still is, adorable and oh so sexy. The teachers were in awe. No one could even compete with the women he had in his life," Suzie stated as Diane walked over and kissed Mark tenderly. Dorothy looked and burst out laughing. "Suzie, make that had, a has. Did you see who that was that just kissed Mark?" Suzie spun around and saw him with his arm around Diane. She started to mumble something and Cherry burst out laughing. "Honey, get used to it. Nothing has changed. I know nothing ever will. My man is always in demand. Diane is a very close friend." Cherry called them over and introduced Diane to the women. She made instant friends. People were waking up and moving around. Gary was sitting talking to Big Kenny and John Rich. Mark joined them and had a blast listening to them. They are quite insane. "I love this place Gary," John told him. "It is beautiful." "Hey, your place isn't too shabby," Mark, grinned. "I know we'd love to see it someday. I've seen it on TV several times. Carmen says TV doesn't do it justice." "Have you ever met Barbara Mandrell?" Big Kenny asked. "She built it and if you think she is fabulous, you must see this house. You're going to be in Nashville a lot. You guys are more than welcomed to stay anytime you want," John said. Mark explained that they had purchased a property for the staff. When he told them of the situation, they both knew the previous owners very well. "Well hell man, you're just down the road from me," John said. "I expect I'll see a lot of you guys then." "Just introduce us to one of your friends," Gary laughed. "Just don't let Cherry know about it." "Who do you want to meet?" "I'd love to meet Sean Hannity," Mark said. "We think alike on so many issues." "Consider it done. He really is a nice guy. What's the deal about not letting Cherry know?" John laughed. "We don't talk politics around her," Gary said. "Everything else is fine but that." "I gotcha, not a problem." They went and got more to eat. Linda had outdone herself. "Gary, I have a question for you?" Donald said as they walked out of the house. "Who is your decorator? Whoever it is I want to meet him." Gary smiled and looked out on the patio. "Hold that thought a moment. Coffee and pastries are over there. I'll be right back." He walked over and pulled Red to her feet. He gave her a kiss and said good morning. "I want one too, please daddy, can I have one too?" Nancy smirked as she jumped up and hugged him tight. "If you insist," he giggled as he bent and kissed her deliciously. "Come with me ladies, I have someone who wants to meet you. Did you get coffee yet?" He poured three coffees and walked them over to Donald Trump. Red squeezed his hand tight as he made the introductions. He left them talking as he made his way around the patio. Sir Richard Branson walked out with Ainsley on his arm. "Gary, I'm in love with this woman. She is delightful." Gary looked at Ainsley and saw the twinkle in her eye. He knew that look and he laughed, "She is life altering Richard, she definitely is." Gary kissed her good morning and sauntered off. Cherry was sitting with Beyoncé and Rihanna by the pool. Gary walked up and introduced to her. "I can't thank you enough for last night. I had no idea any of that was going to happen. You are simply amazing. I honestly don't think I have ever seen this much talent in someone as young as you are. I can't wait to see what you'll be like in ten years." "Thank you Gary. I can tell you this, what you are doing is mind-blowing. I know there will be many stars coming out of your clubs. This is exactly what this industry needed. I remember before I made it, I'd hear so and so would be in to see me and I was so nervous, I never gave the performance I was capable of. This takes that away and I love it." "I'll second that," a lovely little blonde said as she sat with them. Beyoncé smiled, "Gary darling, let me introduce you to the one and only Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta AKA Lady Gaga. God girl, you look like you had a good time last night." She stood up and walked to Gary. "I know we have just met but I have to do this." She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss. "First, you have a fabulous idea and I'm 100% behind it. Second, you have the sexiest people around you. Third, that was just an appetizer. If what I heard last night is accurate, I think I want to get to know you a hell of a lot better." Cherry looked at Beyoncé and then to Gary. Her eyes were sparkling as she choked on her coffee. "I don't know what you heard Stef but I am sure it was an understatement." Both she and Beyoncé cracked right up. "What I heard darling wasn't just about him. Your old man and I have some serious talking to do too. Some of it is business and some isn't, if you get my drift." Gary put his arm around her and kissed her again. "Wow, I never thought I'd kiss Lady Gaga. I could get used to that." "That is what I wanted to hear. Now I guess I need to get three permission slips and then, mister, look out!" "Honey, you don't need a permission slip," Cherry grinned. "None of us do. We can do this fine hunk of man anytime we want." "All of you?" Rihanna said her eyes wide and gleaming. "Yes baby, all of them," Beyoncé said. Cherry shot her a look and a half. "Honey, after what I did to Jay Z last night," she giggled. "You didn't." "Well, actually, I didn't for the first hour. Tammy walked in on them and called her Linda and I've never seen anyone lose a hardon so fast in my life. He was stuttering and stammering. When I walked in, he lost it. He was mortified until Tammy, God I love that girl, welcomed him into the family. That was the most fun I've had in a long time with him." Cherry cracked up. Gary walked over and kissed Beyoncé deeply and passionately. "I love you girl," he said. "Well, this just won't stand at all," Rihanna, said as she stood and stretched. "I am not going to be the only woman in this group who hasn't kissed this fine hunk of man this morning. She seductively walked towards him. He watched this spectacular young woman as she moved with grace and sensuality. "Robin, what was it that Oprah said? Oh yes, you were 'fuck' personified. She certainly was right." "Oh now I am really amazed. You know my real name. Do you know how much that turns me on?" She walked into his arms and her lithe body molded into his. She threw her arms around his neck and she looked into his eyes. "I may be young but I have heard all the rumors about you and Mark. I plan on finding out if they are true myself." She tilted her head and kissed him with fiery hot lips and a passion begging to be quenched. "Hold that thought, I have to get ready to do some interviews. I'll be back. Has anyone seen Holly?" Cherry looked towards the lake and started laughing uncontrollably. "There she is," she giggled as Holly and Toby Keith came walking up to the main house. Holly was wearing Toby's hat and she had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. Gary looked at Cherry and they both burst out laughing. "How did they manage that? We didn't have any noise complaints," Cherry giggled. Beyonce cracked up at that one. "Oh I'm not going anywhere," Gary laughed. Jay Z was walking towards them with his arm around Tammy and the other around Linda. Tammy was laughing and giggling. She saw Gary and she ran into his arms and kissed him. "I love you darling; I really, really love you." "Jay Z, I'm Gary Edwards. Welcome to the family. I guess you were a little surprised with your wife's twin huh? It is amazing how similar they are." "Gary, man, you have no idea how similar they actually are." Not one word was said, not even a smile. They chatted for a while and Gary left with Holly in tow. The interviews took place at the Center and they took the helicopter over there. The parking lot was full of media trucks and people waiting for tonight's opening. The interviews went well. When they sat down with Courtney Friel, her beauty mesmerized all three of them. She thanked them for the invite last night and Gary immediately extended it to tonight as well. "I told your husband last year that he was one of the luckiest men alive and that was before I ever saw you in person," Mark told her. "You are so much lovelier than I imagined. How is the baby?" "This is fun. Usually, I'm the one doing the interview. The baby is fine and yes, I heard what you said to Carter. In fact, he emailed me right after that and told me what the most eligible bachelor said about me. I was impressed." "Courtney, I've known these two a very long time. They don't say anything about a woman unless she is truly spectacular. Now I see why they can't quit talking about you," Holly said. "Of course, your husband isn't bad himself." They had a great interview and told her they would see her tonight. That wrapped up the interviews and they went into the store. It had been fully restocked. Vicki was already there putting the finishing touches on everything. She saw them and ran into their arms. She was so excited. Everyone kissed her and asked if she needed anything. She was good now that she had the store restocked. They went and got a coffee. Marv saw them come in and he was smiling. "We have been swamped all night long. We opened to the public an hour after the clubs closed. We have been insane ever since. Everyone loves the menu. I haven't had a single complaint and the people are drooling over the wait staff clothes. Guys, this is a winner and a half. You have to see my receipts." They had coffee and talked for a bit. They all went up to Holly's office and looked at the figures. Hank and Lindsay were there and Lindsay was beaming. Holly looked at the numbers and her jaw dropped. "This is far more than I expected. I know we had all run the numbers many times but holy shit, this is amazing. We took in more money last night than 'The Broad Walk' took in last month. I can't wait to see the numbers for tonight." "You think you're happy? Look at these," Gary said as he punched in his code and the retail store figures came up on the screen. "Are you shitting me bro?" Mark asked. "These figures say that damned near everything was sold last night." "Mark, that is only what went out the door. We have orders for almost as much product that we are shipping to people. I was getting worried I was going to be completely out of stock before we closed," Vicki told him. "Well, I've never been happier than I am right now. Now, sit down everyone. I have something to tell everyone," Mark said. "We have four new acts performing this week. Last night, Michelle and Lori entered into negotiations on their behalf for recording contracts. They are losing their minds and we are beyond happy. Each one could stand to make millions and millions. What I haven't told anyone other than Lori and Michelle is this. Whatever I make from these contracts will be substantial. I don't come cheap. Neither do you. Lindsay and Hank, whatever contracts are obtained in your Clubs, you will be paid three percent of the fee I collect. Now, just to clarify something, Lindsay is the Center manager. Lindsay, this is your Center. You will be paid for all contracts obtained in this Center as well. That is in addition to what you made from the Club itself. Hank, Marv, your Centers have not been built yet. When they are, you will have your own Centers. Until then, you'll do very well right here. So, congratulations everyone, you all made a shitload of money this week." "Well, I'm fucking blown away. I didn't see that coming," Gary said. Holly and Lindsay were speechless. Hank shook his hand and then grabbed him into a huge bear hug. "Gar, we've talked about this for ever. I won't be happy until I can sit each of them down and show them that they are millionaires. I know you feel exactly the same way. I love each one of them. They are family and I take care of my family." "Well that is the most generous thing I think I've ever seen you do. I mean it," Gary said sincerely. Lindsay threw herself at Mark and she kissed him so deeply. "Mark, I love you. Thank you so much. You are going to invest my money aren't you?" "Yes dear, I told you before and I'll say it again, I'll do everything possible to make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams." She hugged him and kissed him again. Holly walked into his arms. "Listen buster, you didn't have to do this. I am going to make something very clear here. I want you all to hear exactly what I am about to say. You, Mark Banner are not my first love, shithead over there is. I love two men and only two men. A third is tugging at my heart and he's a pretty good man too but the two of you have my undying devotion and you will have until the day I die. If there is an afterlife, I want to spend eternity with you two. I mean that." She kissed him deeply and lovingly. "Ah, I love all of you, you know that. Oh, I forgot to tell you this. If I negotiate a contract for one of my artists and it happens because of their appearance in your Club or Center, you own that. The same thing applies to any subsequent contract I obtain for that artist for life. Sorry, I left out that part. So, go and find me the next Garth Brooks or Rihanna." He turned and walked out of Holly's office. "Well I'll be dammed," Gary said. Linda heard the chopper and she signaled for her people to bring the food out. It was a spectacular day, warm, nice breeze and a ton of good food to be enjoyed. They walked up and Reba grabbed them. "Gary, I simply love your ladies. They are so pretty and so funny. Rose is a trip. I saw you last night Holly. It is nice to meet the woman who is responsible for all of this. Your girls have had Loretta and me in stitches all morning. Holly, trust me. We vocalists must stick together." "Oh shit, now I'm embarrassed," Holly blushed. Narvel walked up behind her and put his strong hands on her shoulders. He leaned over and whispered, "Don't be embarrassed darling, I live with a woman who can turn the word 'is' into a five syllable word. Now think about that for a minute." That was all it took. Both Gary and Mark fell to their knees in utter and complete hysterics. They were laughing so hard they could barely breathe when Loretta walked by. "My darlings, I used to simply blame it on really bad songwriters." She giggled and walked to the table. There they were, sitting on the patio, tears rolling down their faces and they could not stop laughing. After the lunch, they had a few hours to relax and the reviews of last night had come in. Every single review called it a total success. The new acts were praised, and the stars were glorified. Beyoncé and Beyoncé were all over the news. That was a real showstopper. Holly's introduction of Toby Keith had gone viral and it was all over the web. The real star of the night was Cherry. The cameras loved her on the red carpet. She was on the cover of more newspapers and magazines than she even knew existed. The exposure she got on the runway with the fashion show set the fashion world buzzing. Additionally, she was on stage in both clubs. From her dancing to her famous football jersey, she was a hit. The crowd loved her and the stars did too. Frank saw Mark and walked over. He had the largest grin on his face Mark had ever seen. "What'cha drinking Frank? Have you ever had one of Gary's World Famous Rum Runners?" "Sounds good to me. I should kick your ass." "That good huh?" "Fuck me bozo, what do you think?" "I don't have to think, I know. She is amazing, isn't she? We love her with all our hearts. We always have. Honestly, I think we all deserve Oscars for our performances," Mark quipped. "You had us all fooled. There is no getting around that but now, I can fully understand. I've wanted Jill since I was thirteen. Never, in my wildest dreams did I think she was as good as she actually is." "Hey pal, Suzie and Dorothy are something else themselves. Gary and I have always wanted to do Suzie. She is a spectacular woman Frank. We all wanted you to have her and we are just glad you do. Did they tell you about Thailand?" "They said something about us going there next summer. Exactly what does 'certified' mean?" Mark looked and saw Gary talking to Tom, Suzie, and Dorothy. He called them to the bar as Cherry and Gary's girls walked up. When everyone was assembled, Mark told Gary what Frank had asked. No one said a word. They knew who was going to answer that question. Rose took a long swig of her Rum Runner, kissed Gary and then Mark. She started to speak when Gary stopped her. He saw Jill and he called her over. "I let her do this because I know she cums just thinking about it," Gary laughed. "Okay, it is like this. Before anyone can go to Thailand, they have to be 'certified'. What that means is they are 'certified' as a total and complete slut. You won't be just a regular slut but you will be our slut. There is a huge difference. We don't just fuck anybody. We are highly selective. Jim, who you met last night, is the 'certification master'. He keeps track of your progress. I can tell you girls, you'll love it. Right now, we have a lot of celebrities here. Once they are gone, the people you have met here will be here to take you through the process." She took another long pull of her straw and continued. "Each man and woman will fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. Each woman will have you dancing on her tongues. You will lick and suck every pussy around here. We are all going to Thailand so you have to do them all first." "Ohmigod," Suzie shrieked. "Ohmifuckinggod! Everyone? We get to do everyone. I just came! Oh fuck, when do we start?" "Frank, Tom, you have to fuck every pussy, every mouth and every ass you see. You also get to suck every cock here too. Its okay guys, we know. Don't worry, everyone here is bi so relax and just have fun." Rose looked at each of them and she kissed them deeply. "Nothing makes this Asian pussy wetter than watching the men I fuck suck cock. Now, there is only one thing that makes it better. That is when you have a hard cock up your ass too. You seemed to like my pussy last night. Once you're 'certified' this pussy will be so much sweeter for you." Gary looked at Mark and laughed. "That is normally how it works. We are very strict about it too but for the four of you, we are making an exception." "You can't do that darling," Jill said. "That is not fair." "Yes sis, it definitely is fair. You drove Frank wild for the better part of his life. Apparently, the three of us did the same thing to Suzie. Now, we have rectified that to a point. We are holding off on their 'certification' until we get to Thailand. Jeremy and his people want to 'certify' them too." "Ohmigod...What is that old song? Oh yeah, 'You'll Never Walk Alone'. Change that to 'You'll Never Walk Again'!" Wendy snickered. Jill burst out laughing, "Oh shit. Suzie, Dorothy you are in for a treat. So are you two," she said as her eyes shifted to Tom and Frank. "If you think last night was something, boys are you in for a surprise." Mark looked over to the pool and he saw Maya and Tila lounging there. He called them over and introduced them. Frank and Tom were shocked to see them. Suzie looked and stammered, "I've seen you two before. Ohmigod, you are the twins in that fabulous porn film we have at home." She looked at Gary who was laughing wildly. "What's so funny?" "Honey, didn't you ever get the memo? Do you know what Jeremy does now?" Suzie looked at Frank rather unkindly. "Not really Gar. Every time I ask him he never gives me a straight answer." Gary was laughing so hard. "Darling, Jeremy is now the largest Asian Porn Producer on earth. He's wealthy beyond belief, and he has over two hundred of the wildest porn stars just ready and waiting to 'certify' the four of you. These two were his biggest stars. Maya and Tila are twins and they work for me now. They live here with us now. Now, you add that to the sixty some people we will be taking with us, yeah, walking may be a problem." "Oh, by the way, some of these celebrities are coming on this trip as well," Debbie, told them. "I'm not going to say who yet but you'll all simply love it." "How long is this trip?" Tom asked. "You'll need two full weeks. Figure ten days in Thailand plus travel time Tom." "Great, tell me when and I'll make sure we have the time off. I wouldn't miss this for the world." "I will and if you think Gary has sexy pilots, you haven't seen anything yet. Wait till you all get a look at Jeremy's pilots," Mark laughed. "I can't wait to spend some quality time with them again," Cherry blushed. "I've never met Jeremy in person. I talk to him all the time but I didn't go on the last trip. I can't fucking wait for this trip." "Cherry, you'll love him. He is just like these two. I've wanted to do him since I was just growing tits but now, after last night, I can't wait either," Suzie said. "Gary," Maya said, "I know where we could do the 'certification'. We can add a few people to the list but it would be a once in a lifetime mindfuck. I know she'll get right into it." "Ohmigod, at Jooms of course, holy fuck. If you take them to Jooms, they will never be the same. It could take at least two days," Debbie snickered. "I like it," Mark snickered. "I like it a lot. Suzie, you have to know it hurt us as much as apparently it did you to treat you the way we did. I hope you can forgive us but I want you to know that you are now, officially part of this crazy family. That means that you are welcome here or in Vegas at my place anytime. I have a lifetime of mistakes to correct." "As long as Cherry is okay with it, I'm game," Suzie smiled. "Honey, as long as from time to time you let me join you, I'm all over it," Cherry smiled and kissed her. "After all, I will be screwing the lights out of these two sweet men who keep me safe in the air." "Darling, they keep us safe even when they don't know who the fuck they are talking to," Jill laughed. "I can't tell you how many times we've spoken and not once did he realize I was the voice behind the controls. Maybe I should learn to burp too." "Wait one fucking minute. Are you telling me that was you the last time you left here? I was wondering who it was that called me by name and told me they loved me?" "All I heard was Mark laughing his head off," Tom said. "Now it makes sense." Jill leaned over, took Franks face in her hands, and kissed him passionately. "I love you Frank. I love you with all my heart. If you ever eat another pickled egg, I'll personally de-nut you darling." "Okay, that is settled. 'Certification' takes place in Thailand but tonight, we do the 'Sybian Certification' here. There will still be people here so we will convene in my suite later after the party." Gary said as he leaned over and kissed Suzie. "What's the 'Sybian Certification'?" Dorothy asked. "Nothing much darling," Cherry grinned. "Just the fucking best orgasms you'll ever have." "Gary," Tila said. "I don't think we've ever been 'certified' on that." "I didn't know that. You will be tonight baby." Everyone was getting ready to go to the Center. Limos were arriving to take them. As this was the official Opening Night, the Red Carpet was out and the paparazzi were in abundance. The TV coverage was intense. The crowds were huge. The place filled up, the fashion show was a huge hit. The night went off without a hitch. The crowds were wonderful and appreciative of each others taste in music. Cherry shone on the runway, on both stages and everyone loved her. She was happy. Gary, Mark, and Holly were in her office and looking at the numbers. "This is fabulous," Gary said as he wrote out a check. "Let's go." Loretta introduced Trace Atkins to both clubs. He walked out on stage and told the audiences what had been announced last night. Gary, Mark, and Holly walked out on stage. Holly looked up into this gentle giant of a cowboy, picked up her microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. On behalf of The Velvet Glove, The Country Girl Saloon, Holly's Diner, and D'Orgasmic Lingerie it is my pleasure to give this check to you, Trace, for the Wounded Warriors Project in the amount of $512,000. We'll see you in Las Vegas in two weeks when we open there. We hope to top this amount there. The crowd went wild. The applause lasted for six minutes. Trace picked her up and kissed her. The roar of the crowd was deafening. Holly introduced Toby but this time when she said that she had dreamed of doing him for so long, she failed to mention what she did last night. Toby arrived on stage and finished the evening with Red Solo Cup. The place erupted again. Everyone sang it and they couldn't have finished stronger. Gary was sitting at the Tiki bar relaxing after fully enjoying the evening. Luke Bryan and Staci walk up and Gary poured them a drink. "I can't thank you enough Luke," Gary said. "Your video was very instrumental in the planning of this venture. Everyone here is a very big fan of yours. Of course, you have quite a lady there. She is gorgeous." "I didn't know what was happening last night. I certainly wasn't expecting three of them. You guys seem to have Staci cloned so I'd say you are in pretty good shape yourselves. My video really says what your club is all about. I love it. I plan on being at as many openings as possible. I can't guarantee I'll make it to all of them. I do want you to know I am going to get together with Mark and discuss some business before we leave. If you guys are willing to do this for unnamed artists, I can only hope he'll be able to steer me in the right direction. I'm just getting started." "You'll be around for a very long time Luke," Gary said. "If he helps you, you will be amazed at what he can do," "Well, I know one thing, I am definitely getting him to represent me," Staci said. "You guys have been so good to me but I've heard so many things this weekend that I didn't know. I definitely want Mark and Lori to handle me." "Oh God girl," Gary laughed. "Don't say that to Lori." "Yeah, I know what you mean," she snickered. By every measure, the reviews said the same thing. The opening in Orlando had been a huge success. Holly was so happy and deservedly so. It was hard to decide though, what made her happier. Toby had what appeared to be a permanent smile on his face t

oo. Ronnie and Carmen were sitting with John Rich and Big Kenny. Ronnie looked like she had just won every lottery on earth. She hung on every word and her smile was as bright as her eyes. Brenda walked by and nodded slightly. Carmen caught it as so did Ronnie. "Ronnie, do you need a refill darling?" Carmen asked as she picked up John and Kenny's glasses and headed to the bar. "You know guys, there is a lot to see around here. I love it at night. It is so pretty the way Gary has it designed." They took them to the lake and it was gorgeous. They made their way back up toward the house but they took a detour to the right. They walked into a very dark dance studio and Ronnie told them she would be right back. Carmen put her arms through theirs and walked them to the oversized sofa. As they sat, the lights came up and their video rolled. The thirty-six original people made their way onto the dance floor dancing to 'Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy)' John and Kenny started laughing but their smiles only got larger as they saw what Ronnie and the rest were doing. Two thirds of the way through the song, they were all naked and Ronnie made a beeline for John. "They have been on their best behavior all weekend baby," Carmen cooed in his ear and that was the last they were seen until morning. "You know Gar, we really have a great group. Did you see what I saw?" Mark grinned. "Oh damned straight I did. I'm impressed because they did it without attracting any attention to themselves at all. There is going to be two very happy cowboys in the morning." "Speaking of happy," Mark nodded as Jill walked up with Suzie and Dorothy. Rose and Cherry had their arms around Frank while Wendy and Debbie had Tom in tow. Maya and Tila had their arms around Jim who was smiling with his ever-present clipboard under his arm. Suzie and Dorothy looked at Gary and Mark and smiled so sweetly. "I don't know about this," Suzie chuckled. "Cherry said it would be the best orgasms we've ever had. We kinda took a poll last night and honestly, we can't see last night being beat." Gina and Brianna walked up putting their arms around Mark and Gary. Brianna was giggling when she looked at the four of them standing there. "Take it from two delicious sluts who know exactly what we are talking about. Take last night, multiply it by a factor of at least ten, double that and you might come close to what is about to happen." When the doors closed on Gary's wing, Rose was on fire. She started flitting about and lighting candles, getting toys out, and making sure all the party favors were available. Jim was pouring drinks and Mark and Gary were taking their time to let the candles take effect. Maya and Tila decided that since these four sweet people were fans, then they were going to give them the ultimate Fan Bang before they got on the machines. "Cherry, may we borrow some of your music baby?" Tila cooed. Cherry laughed and picked up the tablet. She punched in her playlist and giggled. Mark was watching her intently, completely unaware of what was about to take place. The pheromones were filling the air as the music began to play. Tila took to the far right pole and Maya to the far left. They danced so seductively and they both caught Cherry's eye. She laughed and they smiled. Their abilities on the poles had dramatically improved. All eyes fixated to these two Asian Goddesses as 'Baditude' began to play. No one saw her move. Magically, Cherry appeared on the center pole. The three women danced in perfect unison. As the song heated up, three amazing women climbed those poles, inverted and returned to the stages naked and hot. Maya and Tila grabbed Suzie and Dorothy and pulled them onto the huge bed. They kissed them, expertly removing their dresses. Soft Asian hands delicately traced their hot bodies, teasing and tantalizing both of them. Suzie watched as Tila stroked Dorothy and the sight of her good friend in the arms of a top porn star drove her wild. Dorothy had the same reaction as she saw Maya with Suzie. Frank and Tom were standing by the edge of the bed. Jill was undressing Frank and Cherry was removing Tom's trousers. Jill turned into Frank's muscular body and their lips met. The kiss was soft, tender and filled with years of pent up, unfulfilled love. His hands felt the curve of her hips and they slid up to caress the fullness of her breasts. Jill looked at Cherry and both women began to laugh. "Oh no you don't, you two. Before we even think of touching you," Jill laughed and pushed the men onto the bed joining their wives and the twins. "These two are going to give you a preview of what life in Thailand is going to be like." Maya and Tila were the female version of Mark and Gary. Twins usually do everything in a similar fashion but in bed or on camera, they were definitely identical. Maya and Tila kissed Suzie and Dorothy before they took Tom and Frank's hands pulling them onto the bed. Those Taiwanese dolls took their substantial cocks in their hands, looked up with their large oval eyes, and opened their hot wet mouths. Frank and Tom were in awe at the sight of these famous porn stars about to gobble their own dicks. Maya turned and grabbed Suzie and shoved her down on the mattress. "Lick my pussy Suzie, lick me, and make me cum while I suck your husbands cock. You want to lick my sweet pussy, don't you baby? I know I want you to. I want to feel your hot lips opening me up and drinking every drop of my cum baby." She turned and took Frank into her lips and smiled as he inhaled sharply at the sight and feel of this precious woman on the tip of his cock. Maya and Tila had the men shaking from the wonderful way they sucked and stroked them. Suzie inhaled sharply as her tongue slid into Maya's very wet, naked pussy. This spectacular woman was sucking her husband completely. Her hands roamed Maya's body and discovered that her lovely breasts felt as wonderful as they looked. Tila's tender hands cradled Tom's balls as she inhaled and exhaled his long cock fully and completely. Her tender touch coupled with her hot, wet mouth was driving Tom wild with unimaginable lust. Dot was beneath Tila who had dropped her sweet lips over her long, talented tongue. Dorothy moaned as Tila began to flow and she drank her up completely. "Sister, oh sister! I think they like us darling. Let's see how well they can handle our hot, tight pussies' baby." Over the next hour, Maya and Tila drove them wild. The men were in heaven as their cocks plowed their faces, throats, pussies, and asses. The twins had licked and sucked them all sweetly and finger fucked them fully. Suzie and Dorothy had cum so many times in so many ways. Maya and Tila were exceptional lovers and they knew how to maximize each and every orgasm. Tila kissed each one and turned to Jim, who stood by the bed, clipboard in hand and Rose permanently attached to the head of his cock. "My darling Jim, we can certify to you that they are now ready to begin this phase of the 'certification,'" she giggled. She kissed Jim, leaned over and took his cock from Rose's lips, sucked him fully, turned, kissed Rose and put Jim back into her mouth. Mark grabbed Suzie and Gary took Dorothy's hand. Wendy and Debbie had set the machines at the end of the bed. "The four of you are about to experience something that will make up for all those years you missed out on. Ladies, if you will," Mark grinned as he took Suzie's hand. He looked into her blue eyes and kissed her lovingly. He put her on the machine and checked to see if any adjustments were necessary. Gary checked Dorothy. Neither woman needed the sleeve. Gary grinned. Jill walked over, kissed both women, and giggled. "Maestro, if you please." Gary laughed and turned on the machines. Their moans started softly but built quickly. At eighty percent, Dorothy giggled that she was in love. They had no idea what was in store for them. The women progressed through the single and double dildos but when they were introduced to the G-Spot Ball things went off the chart. "Gary Edwards," Suzie snickered, "If you are going to put that thing inside of me, you had better marry me darling. I always wondered just how kinky you could get but this shit is wilder than anything I could imagine." Gary kissed her and settled her onto the ball. Wendy walked up with some party favors, which Suzie generously absorbed. Dorothy helped herself as well and Rose walked up with warm oil and two brown bottles. Mark kissed Dorothy and dropped her onto the ball. Both women seemed to love the tightness of the attachment. Rose put on the blindfolds. Warm oil caressed their sensitive flesh. Gary started the machines and their effects were instantaneous. As the balls began to slowly rotate on their G-spots, both women shrieked. Gary increased the speed slightly and then he introduced the vibration back into the mix. Dorothy and Suzie lost their mind. Hands were caressing them with delicious sweet hot oil. Gary and Mark were whispering sweet, hot, suggestive scenarios in their ears. Their pussies were on fire. Cherry walked up and gave Suzie and Dorothy hits of Rush as Gary turned the machines all the way up. The buzz was immediate and the sensation was so intense. The women screamed at the top of their lungs. Gary instantly shut the machines off. Not a word was said, but Mark and Gary inserted the last attachment and settled the women back onto the machine. The machines started again at full power and the women melted. The G-Spot ball was fabulous but the spinning anal finger took them where no man had gone before. They experienced warp drive orgasms as Cherry brought the bottles to them again. Their skin glistened. Each nerve ending exploded as massive, uncontrollable waves of passion overtook them deliciously. When the women thought it could not get better, Suzie felt a cock caressing her lips. She knew that she had to have that cock in her mouth right now. More than anything in her precious life so far, she had to have that cock. Her mouth opened and her body exploded in a massive explosive orgasm. That wonderful cock passing into her mouth had ignited erotic passions she never knew existed. She shook; she flailed; and the women had to hold her upright as that magic finger twirled in her tight ass. The G-Spot ball twirled her into relentless mind-numbing orgasms. The hands that stroked her touched every secret spot she possessed and triggered feelings she had buried so many years ago. Totally deprived of sight, the ownership of the cock that was now deep in her throat thrilled her beyond anything she could ever conceive. She didn't know if it was Gary or Mark. She knew one thing and that was...it really didn't matter. She had fallen in love with both of them as a young teen-age girl and she had finally succeeded. She had vowed, someday, she would suck them dry and tonight, she was going to do exactly that. Right now, one thing mattered and that was this. She was fast losing control of every bodily function. She was riding this wonderful machine and her orgasms were so over the top, so deep, so heart wrenching that the only thing she could concentrate on, if you could call it that, was the cock that was in her throat. She threw her head against his stomach. His cock drove deeper than any cock had ever been and she felt him swell. She grabbed his ass. He started to thrust. She screamed and he unleashed a river of cum into her greedy wanton lips and mouth. Dorothy was in the exact same position on the other machine. Mark had filled her so completely and her body was putty. Gary slowed the machines and the girls helped the two delicious women to the bed. They were neither coherent nor ambulatory but they were definitely not complaining. "Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Frank grinned as he kissed Jill deeply. "Do you think she'll ever be the same?" "Baby, you'll have to figure that one out for yourself. You two are next." Mark and Gary were on the bed holding Suzie and Dorothy tenderly while they recovered. The girls got the men in position and Jill started the machines. Mark and Gary looked on and smiled. They knew what was coming. Frank and Tom hadn't a clue. Jill had become expert with this machine years before. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous but she was wicked sexy as well. She knew how to turn a man on and tonight, she was going to do Frank in ways he never knew possible. Wendy and Rose walked up to the bed, flipped matching switches and the bed changed configuration. "What the fuck?" Mark exclaimed. "Memo to Mark, kick Red's ass. You have toys I don't have. This can't stand." "Don't blame her," Gary laughed. "Honey, I simply love Nancy. She is actually kinkier than you said she was," Cherry giggled. "Don't you worry though baby, I told them to order a bed just like this already. I mean, ours is nice but it doesn't quite do everything this one does." "Yeah, Jackson has already been notified. Two of these are on the way to Vegas and one is on the way here," Gary grinned as Suzie made a feeble effort to move her hand. It didn't work. Jill had put the clit sleeves on the machines and their cocks rode along that sleeve which hardened their cocks instantly when the machines came alive. Jill stood between them and she talked so dirty that it actually surprised Mark and Gary. Wendy and Rose climbed up on the bed and onto the horizontal bars. Debbie adjusted the heights and slowly brought their aching pussies to each man's lips. Female hands caressed their bodies and Maya and Tila knelt and licked their hard cocks as they rode the machine. Jill stopped the machine and selected two fabulous dildos. She stroked each man and slowly and playfully inserted the toys into their asses. She kissed each man and sat him back down on the machine. They moaned and Jill was relentless. Mark whispered to Cherry and she walked over and blindfolded the two men. Hands caressed them; each woman climbed the bar and the men munched on every pussy in the place. The women took turns sucking them as they rode that blessed machine. Cherry put the bottle in front of them and they each took massive pulls. Suzie and Dorothy were finally coming to and they watched as they lay in Mark and Gary's arms. Their men were in pussy heaven and their asses were full of a very well shaped cock. Cherry and Jill were the last two on the bar and Frank and Tom had no idea whose pussy they were licking but they didn't care. Every woman in this room was spectacular. Suzie looked at Mark and then Gary. She pointed to the head of the bed and the guys nodded. She struggled to her feet and walked between the two machines. Tom and Frank were flying as the sensations built and built. "Do you two love this? Do you Frank? Tom, what about you? Have you ever felt anything better in your life? I know what will make this so much better." Cherry put the bottles under their noses and they took huge pulls. They felt two broad heads of fantastic cocks' brush their lips. They opened their mouths and felt the cocks slide between their lips. They sucked them fully as Jill and Cherry slid down to suck them as well. "Frank, Jill is sucking your cock darling. She is such a good cocksucker, isn't she? Tom, Cherry is sucking you baby. Fuck, this is so hot I could cum just watching you suck those cocks. Suck them baby. Suck them deep. I know you've wanted to suck their cocks all your life. Now we can. Oh, fuck, yes! Suck those cocks baby. Cum for Jill and Cherry; oh, fuck, yes!" Mark and Gary grabbed their heads and skull fucked them blowing their sweet cum down their throats. Jill and Cherry were rewarded with unbelievable loads as both men erupted with volcanic force. The rest of the night was spent in the wettest, wildest sex you could imagine. Suzie and Dorothy's evening started strong and it grew from there. Mark and Gary made sure their every desire was met and exceeded. The women did the same for Frank and Tom. Gina told him he had to change his diet. When he asked what she would suggest as a replacement, she took his head and pulled it between her legs. He giggled, and promised he would change but he warned her, he had a vociferous appetite. The sun was coming up when they moved the party to the pool. Suzie walked arm in arm with Mark. She looked up into his eyes and said she had never been happier. "Not only have I just had the best sex of my life, I've had it with two of the three men I wanted my entire life. Thank you. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband so much. I always have and now, I know I kinda have you three to thank for that too. You really are special. I hope Cherry doesn't hear me but I do love you Mark. I love Gary and Jeremy too. I could scratch your eyes out but I still love you." She jumped when Cherry kissed the back of her neck, "Suzie, if it helps any, I wanted to scratch his eyes out myself once too. I hated him. I really did. Don't worry baby, I can tell you this from the bottom of my heart, every woman around here loves these guys. You are a leg up on me. I've never met Jeremy." Suzie's eyes glazed over, "Jeremy is completely off the wall. He is handsome, funny and so fucking sexy I can't even begin to explain it. He's just like these two. Put them together and stand back, something wonderful is going to happen. All the girls in school saw three guys who respected each one of us. They treated us wonderfully. They never touched any of us. The only woman they ever had a problem with was the one they were fucking every damned day. Go figure." "Yeah, go figure. I never thought he would ever touch me. I really had given up on him. I'm glad he finally relented." Cherry leaned over, kissed Mark and told him not to deny Suzie any longer. "Promise me you won't treat her mean anymore baby." Mark kissed Suzie and looked in her eyes, "When I welcomed you into the family, I meant it. You are now a full-blown family member baby. I hope you like Vegas. You are going to be there a lot." Gary, Dorothy and the girls walked up to the Tiki bar. Gary made Rum Runners as the rest of the party made its way up. "Frank, how ya doing buddy?" Gary laughed. "Do you party like this often?" "Only on days with 'day' in the name," Rose giggled. "The only reason we are dressed is because we have guests. Normally, we are naked all the time. It's called 'house rules'. It means high heels and maybe some lingerie but mainly it is high heels and bare flesh." "Are you serious?" Dorothy exclaimed. "You have all that hot flesh running around naked? I'd think I died and went to heaven." "It is all here for you too darling," Wendy told her. "When do you go back to work?" "I wish," Dorothy said. "I haven't worked in three months and Suzie lost her job a few weeks ago. Frank and Tom have to be back to work on Tuesday. Why?" Debbie grinned, "Everyone will be gone by Monday. Stay please, there are many things about this place you won't see until then. When you do, they will blow your mind." "Okay, you have my curiosity peaked big-time," Suzie grinned. "Nothing could beat what happened tonight. That was the wildest thing I've ever experienced." "You can say that again," Tom said. "I have a question..." "Relax Tom, everyone here is bi. What happens here, stays here," Rose giggled and poked him in the ribs. "I just have to warn you though." "Warn me? What about Rose?" A chorus of, "She's greedy Tom," wafted in the early Florida morning. Gary walked behind the bar and Mark walked over to him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Gary grinned. "If she thinks she's getting away this time, she couldn't be more wrong." Jill walked up and put her arm around Mark. Before she could open her mouth, they both turned and told her it was already a done deal. "Have I told you two today?" "No dammit, and you've spent the entire weekend without paying us any attention at all," Mark sulked. "Just checking," she giggled, grabbed drinks and made her way back to the party. They heard laughter and looked as Carmen, Ronnie, John Rich, and Big Kenny were making their way back from Brenda's house. Cherry laughed, "Oops, sorry, I missed rehearsal." She got up and walked into John's arms. "I'll make it up to you baby." She kissed both men and went to make them drinks. Carmen made a beeline to Mark. "Mr. Banner, I don't care what has to happen but as of right now, I want you representing me. Make it happen, Mark. Please make it happen." She kissed him, went, and talked to Suzie and Dorothy. "I'd ask but I don't need to," Gary grinned. Big Kenny grinned, "Hell, we've all heard the rumors. They seldom are true. No one told us they were understatements. Damn you guys!" Holly and Toby appeared from somewhere. She put her arms around John and Kenny, "You ain't seen nuttin yet guys." Mark took one look at Toby Keith and he burst out laughing. "I know that look. What can I get you to drink?" "A blood transfusion is probably more appropriate, bro," Gary laughed. "How do you guys keep up with all this?" he asked. "She is...she is." "A...A...A life altering event?" Gary giggled. "Oh hell, yes she is. If I survive the next month Mark, I want to talk to you too." "If I survive," Mark roared. "Fuck me, we can relate to that!" Frank and Tom were standing at the bar, feeling the fresh morning air bringing them back to some sense of normal when Gary walked up. "Hey guys, I have a question for you. I just heard that Suzie and Dorothy aren't working right now. I feel bad Frank but I don't know what Suzie has been doing." "That's easy Gary. They were both media buyers. They specialized in Radio and TV but they have a lot of print experience too. This fucking economy killed their jobs and it hurts a lot," Frank said. "Ah, I didn't know. I'll be back in a few minutes." Gary looked and saw Linda bringing coffee and pastries out onto the patio. He walked over to Dorothy and Suzie. "Coffee ladies?" They grabbed coffee and Gary sat them down and had a chat. Mark and Jill watched from the Tiki Bar. It didn't take long before both women were jumping up, grabbing and kissing him deeply. They heard Gary laugh as they turned and ran back to the bar. "He what?" Tom blurted as Dorothy explained what had just happened. "Frank, you know I love you, don't you? Tell me you know that baby." "Suzie, if you are thinking I am about to say no, think again. I think this is fantastic." He picked his wife up, kissed her deeply, and grinned at Gary. "What's fucking next? You two are up to your usual shit again I see." "Hey, don't look at me," Mark laughed. "I don't know what the fuck he just did. Toby and I were having a drink. Don't blame me for whatever shithead does. What the fuck did he do anyway?" "He just hired our wives asshole, like you didn't know anything about it. I'll believe that when pigs fly. You motherfuckers have always been like this. Just when you think you've seen it all, boom, something else wonderful happens." "Oh thank God! I thought they only did that with us," Debbie smiled. "It's what I love the most about them." Gary walked up with a coffee and a sweet roll. The girls ran to meet him and they kissed him sweetly. He smiled and sat his coffee down. "Ladies and Gent's, allow me to introduce the east-coast managers of our Media Buying Division. Guess what ladies, welcome to your new office." Jill and Mark started laughing at the shocked look on their faces. Holly walked up and kissed each of them. "You start tomorrow. Now, we have a very strict dress code around here. Since we have guests right now, we have to hold off until tomorrow for it to go into effect. I'd be very happy to tell you all about it but we have a pecking order around here. You haven't met her yet but you will right now." Tammy walked up and laughed. "I am the official keeper of the rules around here. Jill just sent me a text and told me I had to explain the rules." She started prancing doing her very best Hogan's Heroes impression. "So, here goes. 'House Rules' will be in effect unless we have workers or guests here. You will be naked or wearing the sexiest of lingerie. You must wear the sexiest high heels imaginable. You must, and I want to emphasize, you must, have a minimum of three orgasms a day. Mind you, I said that is a minimum. There is no upper limit. I repeat, there is no upper limit. Frank and Tom, this applies to you as well, minus the lingerie and high heel stuff. There is no shortage of hot, wet pussies and willing mouths around here. Now many of our people will be leaving us but there will always be a lovely selection of hard cocks and wet pussies around here so please don't be shy. Ladies, please see Jill for important financial updates." Everyone applauded and she took a bow. "Boss, that was rough. It's way too early to be this serious. Pour me a drink motherfucker, and then find someplace to fuck my hot, tight, black ass off please." "Fuck the music business," Toby laughed. "I want to work here too." "Seriously, where are we working from?" Suzie asked. "You fucking lying bitch. All these years you've lied to me. I always thought the blonde came out of a bottle. Now I'm finding out you are a natural blonde. Sheesh, what is up with that?" Jill cried. "You see that chair you're sitting in? Put your laptop here, your feet up here. Add to that, a cold drink in your hand and perhaps a spare cock in your mouth. This is your office. Oh yeah, you'll also be flying all over the world but you'll get used to that." "Does this mean we might get to look on board those jets?" Tom asked. Brianna threw her head back and laughed. "Yeah Tom, there is a very good possibility you just might get to actually fly in them too." Dorothy laughed, "Just wait, you tell him that and he'll be thinking about joining the Mile High Club." Rose and Cherry burst out laughing. Brianna took Gina's hand. Together they grabbed Jill and the three women walked over to Mark and Gary. "I want you to understand that right now, we are missing eleven of our pilots. God only knows where they are or whom they are doing. Rest assured; they are doing someone. There are three gorgeous woman and ten drop dead, sexy, bi men. If you ask any of us about the Mile High Club, we will all give you the same answer. "That is what Autopilot was invented for," they all said in unison. "You will all be members by the end of the week," Mark told them offhandedly. "I need coffee." Dorothy and Suzie were so happy. Tom and Frank were laughing heartily. The final straw was the look on their faces when Jill took them aside and told them about the financial aspects of the job. "Darling," Suzie stammered. "This proves what I've been saying for years. They are out of their collective fucking minds."

An Inconvenient Curse 2 I must admit, I never expected my husband to take so well to the curse I gave him. It wasn’t as if he asked me to change his gender, randomly, but here we were, married over a decade and he was game for the strangeness that was life with me. I felt down to my slender hips, feeling the touch of my fingers as they moved over my soft mons and down into those thick full lips that we both loved, both the have and to make love to. It was strange, really, I hadn’t thought about it much, but I kind of missed being the one on the bottom. Maybe today, I’d jump his bones while I still had the cunt, instead of him. Not that it should be that way, but really, the times I had the cock were just so overwhelming. I loved it. It was so raw and direct. I loved my clit too, even as I could feel myself rubbing her now as I thought about things to do this evening. He needed some loving, the good old- fashioned way. Shaking my head, I pulled my hair back into a loose pony tail. There wasn’t much point putting clothes on, not with him due back from the store in a few minutes. I wanted to surprise him, so instead I reached for the razor. *** *** *** I met him at the door, dressed in my birthday suit. I watched his eyes light up at the sight of me. It was nice to know he still desired me so much after all these years. The bags lay forgotten as he grabbed me up and hauled me to the bedroom, just as I’d hoped. He struggled with his clothes, so I leaned down and pulled them off him myself, coming up to face his cock that I’d worn only a few days before as I lifted it to my lips, kissing and stroking it. I enjoyed feeling it get hard in my hands. His eyes were rolling back some now as I made a quick blowjob to provide a little extra lube before the main course. A quick check of my own lips between my crouched thighs confirmed that it would be enough. I turned, pressing my body against him, letting his cock press against the crack of my ass. I wasn’t into anal, but it felt nice to feel wanted. Instead, I bent forward, letting my hips spread as I slid against the bed, letting my breasts flop onto the sheets, my pussy spread open behind. I could feel the air on my damp lips. He took the hint, and he took me. I could feel him press in, penetrating me as I let my fingers curl about the sheets with each thrust, my nipples rubbing against the bedding. I kept one hand on my clit, just a little extra to help myself as his hands grasped my hips, pulling me to him with each thrust. A few quick smacks on the bottom made me moan. I was glad I kept on birth control. I enjoyed this bareback ride more. We didn’t dare with him, but right now? It felt heavenly as my muscles began to clench and twitch. Soon I could feel myself pressing down on his cock for all my pelvic muscles could muster, feeling his seed spray up and hit my cervix in a warm gooey blast. He fell over on top of me. His warmth welcome even as he slipped out of me. I wiggled my ass against his crotch anyway, enjoying my own afterglow. “What promoted this?” He asked, perhaps a bit groggily. “Oh, just figured I should get a few orgasms with my own pussy for a change. You should get to hog them all, you know.” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. He only smiled and returned the kiss. *** *** *** I was glad I’d done it. Three hours later I could feel the sudden twinge. It seemed that my time with my cunt was growing short. I could hear him in the shower, his boisterous singing abruptly stopping. He knew too. I pulled off the shorts I wore, letting myself watch the changes. I always found the change fascinating, and yes, pleasurable. The soft pulls that started, the shift in my stomach as a part of me shriveled away. It was strange feeling the opening inside me seal up. I would guess it was just as strange for him to feel it open and her own uterus grow. But the real show was beginning. My clit was throbbing, the tip pressing upwards, each time growing a little more, the hood pulling back a bit farther. Thicker, longer, harder. Each moment I had more a cock and less a clit. Beneath it I could feel the pressing of my lips together. By the time my glans had bloomed fully on my cock, they had formed into that nice full sack, the twin orbs dropping from my stomach into the hanging pouch. I couldn’t help myself; it was always such a rush and my fingers wrapped around the freshly minted cock happily. By now he would have finished with his changes too. If history was any guide, the only thing wetter than he would be, would be the water. I rose from my spot on the bed, cock still in hand, and wandered into the bathroom to find my former cunt gracing the space between my husband’s legs. He was neither surprised, nor displeased to see me as I pressed into the shower with him. Smiling, I thanked God that I found a man that could appreciate the curse I bore with such gusto as he began to suck my cock right there in the shower.

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

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Stuffing, Female Inflation, Messy Popping, food Text: "Whoo..." The team collapsed on the bleachers and awaited the verbal beating from Coach Jim. It was a hot day to be all decked out in softball gear and the team had just worked their butts off trying to take down Poplarville, the toughest team in the division. The coach removed his cap and began calmly. "You girls... I must say, you girls are..." and then he let them have it... "The WORST softball team I have ever seen in my life!" The next five minutes went on like usual, with lessons on running and pitching and catching and swinging. It was too hot to even pay attention anymore. Jill sat in the top row of the bleachers. She leaned against the back railing and sucked the last sips of water from her dusty bottle, hoping that salvation would soon come in the form of the sentence "You may all go home now." She couldn't wait to head home, peel off her sweaty socks and jersey, and take a relaxing bath. The thought of comfort made her grin. Finally, Coach Jim couldn't find enough voice to scream anymore, and waved the girls away as if he were shooing a stray dog. "Yes!" Jill shouted out loud, and she ran to her car with a smile on her face. As she jogged, her body jiggled slightly in the tight outfit with every step. She had an athletic build that was muscular, but not completely lean. She was shorter, about 5'4'', roughly 115 pounds. Her long, dirty-blonde hair bounced as she ran, as did her slightly above-average chest. Large, blue eyes, a couple cutesy freckles, and a bright smile made her one of the most attractive things running the bases at most of the games, and the swaying of her wide hips didn't hurt either. There was no denying that she was cute for an 18 year old softball player. Especially with the two dark strips of eye-black smeared on her cheeks. Right as Jill put her bags in the back seat and slammed the door, her friend Bree called to her from across the parking lot. Bree was standing with a few other girls from the team, and they motioned Jill over. "Great, I'll never get that bath..." Jill begrudgingly jogged over to the pack and forced a smile. "What's up guys?" Bree grabbed her arm and giggled, "You're comin' with us to go get pizza. NOW!" The girls all laughed, including Jill, and piled into a mini van belonging to one of the team members. The ride only took about 15 minutes, and when they arrived Jill found that she was feeling pretty empty from all that running. She stepped out of the van and was greeted with the neon "PIZZA LAND" sign on top of the familiar building. The team went here all the time. The shower could wait, Jill's belly gurgled, alerting that it wanted pizza first. Inside the little resturant, the team piled into a few of the open booths. The place was a buffet, so they left their purses and luggage and darted straight to the rows of pizza pies lined against the wall. Jill loaded her plate with a mountain of slices of all kinds, and even brought an extra slice back using her teeth. The other girls laughed and did the same. As they munched and giggled to one another, Jill noticed Bree staring at her from across the table. She laughed with her cheeks full of food, and mumbled "Hi Bwee." Bree chuckled, and then swallowed her last bite of a slice of pepperoni. "You know, Jill..." she began with a tone that could only usher in a challenge. "I bet I could polish off way more than you could. I mean, why not get our money's worth?" Jill squinted at Bree. The girls looked at each other, then to their plates, and the challenge was on. Jill and Bree dug into their next pieces like they were never going to be fed again. A flurry of sauce and cheese sprayed in all directions, causing the other girls who had become spectators to shield themselves with their hands. No sooner were the first slices sliding down the girls' throats, and they were on to their seconds. Both girls were going strong, and nothing could stop them... Except maybe thirst. They both took enough of a breather to mutter what they wanted. "Water!" sprayed Bree through her packed lips. Jill belted out her favorite soda. "Root Beer!" By the time several bottles of each drink were brought out, the girls had demolished slice number five. Their paces had both slowed a bit, but they were still going strong on round six. Bree started to leave her crust, which she declared wasn't cheating. Jill ferociously shoved hers in along with the rest of the slice. She was a true champion, and she'd prove it. Rounds seven through ten went decreasingly smoothly, until the girls agreed to take a short break from their fressing. Bree rubbed her sore stomach and burped, which made all the girls laugh. Jill's gut was so distended, that she had to unbutton her tight softball pants to make extra room. Then she too patted and caressed her strained tummy. A few of the girls gasped when they saw just how large it was and a few even looked away in disgust. "This is gross... Fat asses... It looks painful..." were a few of the comments. A few belches later, the girls were ready to go again. However, neither of them felt as confident about the next batch... Another 15 minutes went by with nothing but the sounds of two gluttonous girls stuffing their faces with more cheese and dough than all of Italy could consume. They were on slices 19 for Jill, and 17 for Bree. Their now tremendous midsections had actually become wedged inbetween their seats and the table, so the rest of the team slid it out from between them (with much difficulty). Bree was ready to pass out. Her stomach was bigger than a beach ball, and she was having trouble breathing. She swallowed a few more mouthfuls and sighed in near-defeat. Jill was even worse off. She was cringing from the pain of her gigantic, weather balloon-sized belly stretching her stressed skin further and further. She'd asked the girls to remove her shoes and socks so that she could crinkle her toes from the discomfort. She took a break after slice 19 to rest and pant for awhile. Bree was all but finished. She patted her firm, over filled gullot and leaned back against the seat. Jill, however, was out to impress. She wanted to continue, despite the feeling that she couldn't possibly hold anymore and the teasing from some of the other girls. She was a champion, and she'd prove it. A few minutes passed, and Bree's stomach had begun to settle. The water in her stomach was soaking into all the dough and cheese, and she started to feel more content in her accomplishment. Jill, on the other hand, had returned to binging on the rest of the pizza in the resturant. She downed slices 20, 21, 22, 25, 30... But then, on slice 33, she started to struggle. Her monsterous belly was the size of a cow, and it gleamed from the sticky sweat that had leaked out through her over-stretched pores. At this point, she managed to wriggle completely out of her pants, and her shirt was stressed up around her bellowing chest. It hurt so much, yet somehow, felt so good. The other girls rushed to try and comfort Jill, being as she looked like she could just burst from all of the pressure. "Jill, maybe you should just stop eating..." Most of the girls were cautiously petting Jill's massive girth, trying to sooth away the fierce pain that made Jill moan in both agony and pleasure. The others, however, were apalled by the size of the bloated girl, and had begun making malevolent remarks. "Careful girls, looks like that zit's ready to pop!... I didn't know they served whales here!... Hey, anybody got a hair pin?..." Jill could barely hear them, but she tried to shrug them off and focus on containing the unreal quantity of dough, cheese, and sauce that was reacting with her stomach acids. Suddenly, her belly made a loud, rumbling noise. The girls all jumped back as Jill moaned and rubbed the sides of her gut. Then, her belly groaned again, this time shaking a bit. "Get her something to drink! Maybe that'll settle her down." shouted one of the helpful girls. Another young lady grabbed a 2 liter bottle of root beer from Jill's stash, unscrewed the cap, and shoved in in Jill's face. As the sticky, bubbly liquid chugged down her throat, Jill could feel that something wasn't right. The last of the bottle contents filled Jill's over-taxed tummy to it's near-absolute limits, causing her to swell like a helpless water balloon. "Oops..." shuttered the girl with the empty bottle, as she backed away into the crowd. For the moment, though, Jill seemed calm, and content. But then, she felt something deep inside her begin to stir... Suddenly, Jill's belly gurgled and groaned as it began to softly vibrate. Then, a faint hissing could be heard from within the gargantuan bubble that was Jill's stomach. A girl in the crowd shrieked, "Oh my gosh, she's... blowing up!" Indeed, all of that carbonated soda had mixed with the gassy sauce and cheese combination, and was transforming rapidly into gas. "H-Help... me... please..." mumbled Jill, but it was too late. The poor girl was doomed. She inflated quickly past any kind of safe limits, and was had begun to creak like a balloon left on an open helium tank. Soon, her entire body started to expand. Her breasts filled up to the size of beach balls, and nearly smothered her as they tore out of her tiny shirt and threatened to bust her constricting bra. Her butt and thighs plumped , and she yelped at the feeling of her overly-strained panties cutting into her ever-tightening flesh. Her calves rounded out until they were big and shiny, and ever her hands and feet bloated up to the point where her finger and toe nails struggled to hold on. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks to tickle her incredibly full boobs. She winced in distress as long, red stretch marks formed across the surface of her taut, creamy skin. Her dangerously bloated belly creaked and groaned constantly, and she had become almost transparent. The crowd panicked and started to take cover. "She's huge!" "She doesn't have much longer, run!" "Poor thing, look at her... She's ready to pop!" "Everybody get back, she's gonna blow!" Jill was now at critical mass. Her body simply could not hold another ounce of anything, food, soda, or gas. She'd grown so big, that she nearly rubbed the ceiling with her belly button, which had popped out from the pressure. She was leaking slightly from her nails, nipples, and... other places, and small holes even started to form in her over-stretched hide. Then, with no more room to stretch, swell, bloat or expand, Jill got tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until... KABLAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!! Jill's gigantic belly finally burst like an overinflated balloon! Remnants of food and what was once Jill's athletic body were scattered across the room, coating everyone and everything in the poor, exploded girl. The team mate that had poored the soda sat in shock, and looked around guiltily. Then, everyone turned to Bree, who's belly was still full and tight...

The Psi-Drake Wars Ilia moaned softly, a spasm wracked her body, followed by a wet, sticky sound. The near comatose girl had changed again, and not in a productive way either. Her elder sister, Rali, mopped her brow with a damp cloth. "That was her tail emerging." rumbled a deep, but gentle voice from behind Rali, the Psi-Drake known as Samantha. Rali knew the creature's true name was unpronounceable by the human tongue, so like most of her race, the huge draconic humanoid took a name given by her summoner, in this case Ilia. "I am sorry, my lady, but Mistress Ilia is nearing the point of no return. Soon breaking her bond to me will not stop her change. Once she reaches that point, her transformation will accelerate. She will live, Lady Rali, but as one of my race." Rali nodded, it was the risk a summoner took when a Psi-Drake was summoned under the power of an individual. A circle of summoners could call and bind many of the extraplanar dragonkin, the plane's power flowing through them in only tiny amounts. The more in the circle, the less energy each caster was given from the Drake. Twenty summoners could call and bind twenty Psi-Drakes without risking energy transformation. The energy flows directed themselves at different aspects of the summoner's life essence, never did two flows cross. Beyond a certain point, they began to cross, energy flowing from one to the other like arcs of electricity over closely placed wires. Draw too much on the energy of the Drachenplane, and you risked becoming one of its creatures yourself. That was what Ilia had been counting on. The two sisters, one a mage, the other a warrior, had been fleeing their homeland, Drow and the servitor races of Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, and other less intelligent creatures, had swarmed up from the depths of Onerana, out of the twisted forests and planes that the civilized races of the plane had managed to drive the creatures into. They had come with powerful draconic creatures under their control. The skies were soon darkened with the pitch black rain clouds that some of the creatures could exhale, blocking the sunlight and allowing the sensitive eyes of creatures the lived in the depths of the earth to fight on the surface. There were so many of the creatures, scaled monstrosities that were little more than animals, serving as engines of destruction. Powerful mages, skilled warriors, stealthy and silent assassins, all could be brought with a simple summoning spell. But such power came with a price. Each Psi-Drake had a spiritual link back to the Drachenplane, which went through its summoner, suffusing them with the draconic soulstuff that swirled unformed around the barriers of the plane. Open the flow too far, and you would slowly start to become a Psi-Drake yourself. You could be bound, but unlike those called, you could not be unsummoned or banished. Nor could those that you had summoned, though a majority of the summoners had to be transformed if the drakes summoned by a circle were to stay. Ilia had no choice but to summon on her own, she would die otherwise. She had been bitten by a serpent warrior, the Drake's venom flowing through her body, sapping her strength. It wasn't a physical toxin, but a magical one, and all those that could heal were called into service to defend Onerana from the Drow and their thralls. So Samantha had been summoned, not a warrior of great skill or a mage of limitless, but a scholar of medical lore. Or she had been, once. She had been summoned many times, cast back into her home plane after her callers had asked her questions, by her summoner's death, or by the banishment spells of an opposing foe. Both surface dwellers and the Underdark hordes used the Drakes now. In the years of conflict, Samantha had grown into a powerful creature, her body's natural growth accelerated by the magic used to keep her in Onerana. "Th-thirsty." murmured Ilia. Rali nodded to Samantha, understanding. The few spells the Psi-Drake could cast bound the two together even more. The Drake had pulled as much of Ilia's pain into herself as she could, also managing sort of tie a knot in the flow of Drachenplane energy into her summoner. It had been nearly a week since Ilia had been bitten, six days since Samantha had been summoned. Without the Drake's assistance, Ilia would have passed away, or been consumed by her transformation several days prior. "I hunger, my lady, might you attempt to hunt again?" the Drake purred, shifting her loincloth. Rali nodded and turned away, picking up her bow and walked out of the ruined temple that the three of them had taken refuge in. Taking on the effects of the poison herself was draining on Samantha, and required that she eat a great deal more than usual. But as a side effect Ilia grew more and more dependant on the Drake to provide her sustainable. The summoner couldn't keep anything down that Rali could acquire by hunting or foraging. Water that wasn't at the Drake's body temperature was similarly rejected by Ilia's stomach. Ilia's 'feeding' was performed with the human's mouth and the hermaphrodite Drake's manhood. Rali couldn't stand to watch the sight of it. In the end the transformation of a summoner to a Psi-Drake was the only thing that could possibly keep Ilia alive. Psi-Drakes were immune to the venom, or at least Samantha's species were. The changes were unpredictable, but the hope that the immunity trait would come before Ilia reached the point where the Drachenplane energy in her body was self sustaining was all they had. The progress of the poison had slowed, the angry purple-black glow in Ilia's veins had dimmed and ceased to spread with Samantha's intervention. Ilia would live, Rali knew that. But neither wanted it to be as a creature that could be bound to another, forced to obey without hesitation at their whim. Psi-Drakes took traits from those that bound them, Samantha had told her that, and had shown it was well. The Drake's silvery-blue crystalline scales were tainted in places with pitch black coloration, her blue mane pure white everywhere but the tips. A series of rapid summonings and returns by male Drow wizards transforming her from a shy scholar to their House Matron's personal plaything. Samantha's time under Drow captivity was easily seen with the sheer number of small horns and spines that were once piercings. They ran in two parallel rows up her legs and sides, another set down her back and tail, more of them on the outside of her forearms. The Drake's thin skin had become tough scales, and the magical conduciveness of the Mythril piercings had fused them to her body after repeated summonings. Rali could imagine what they were used for, to bind and restrain the Drake, able to bind her with ribbon, any struggling causing her pain. Samantha had not been well used by her Drow summoners. There was little fight in the creature, and little free will either. The Drake would keep her eyes to the ground, call her summoner 'Mistress,' and everyone else 'My Lord' or 'My Lady.' The look in her eyes was heartbreaking, she was perpetually on the verge of crying. She would take fault for everything, and if Rali seemed upset, would offer to let the warrior beat her. The Drake seemed almost insistent on it, she would tell Rali that it would make the warrior feel better, and that it was alright to strike her. If Samantha hadn't been bound to Ilia, Rali might have done just that. Psi-Drakes were responsible for her sister's fragile condition, and the warrior desperately wanted to take out her frustrations on one. But the moment Ilia no longer needed the creature, Samantha was fair game. -o- Ilia purred softly, the sound mimicking that of Samantha, as the transforming human lay snuggled up in the nine foot tall biped's arms. The summoner's belly was full, and the Drake had felt just wonderful pleasure in the act. Samantha stroked Ilia's forehead gently with a taloned finger, "Do you feel better, Mistress Ilia?" she rumbled. "I do." the human said, barely above a whisper, "I'm feeling a bit better. Not as dizzy or achy. I wouldn't want to try walking just yet, but I think my fever is going down." Samantha nodded, lifting up the blanket that covered Ilia and checking the discoloration caused by the poison. It seemed to be lessening. The Drake activated her mage-sight, looking over her summoner, and found that the glow of magic that ought to be present had vanished. "The poison is gone, Mistress." "Good." Ilia said softly, "That means that I can drink your milk again." The Drake's lactation was a result of her being bound by Renakana, summoned by several sitters on the Council of Matrons to tell them of Psi-Drake history, physiology, and spirituality. It was never for more than an hour or two, and none seemed to be bothered by their acquisition of Psi-Drake traits. They were kind, and had treated her well, they were also all pregnant. Renakana that delved deeply into their own hearts sometimes happened upon a hidden power, a strength granted by their goddess to strengthen those who were with child. Warriors could find themselves flying into a powerful rage, or have their reflexes enhanced. Mages found a greater effect to their spells, and a clarity of mind that was not present before. Unlike the Drow, the Renakana seldom kept a Psi-Drake bound for very long, only to accomplish the tasks that were needed. To the great felines, summoned Psi-Drakes were allies, not slaves. With each summoning, the Drake found that she wished to stay with them, and not to return to the Drachenplane. She had spent most of her time on Onerana since the Psi-Drake War, as they called it here, had begun. She had been at the House Matron's side for five years, and now thought of Onerana as her home. Ilia no longer needed her. Samantha could be unsummoned, and the human could be saved from the fate of one day being bound to the will of another mage. The Drake gently pushed Ilia's head away from her breast. "No, Mistress. You mustn't take in any more Drachen essence. You have to unsummon me." The mage shook her head, "Nuh uh. You're soft, and warm, and you taste so good." the human purred, "I'm keeping you." "You can't, Mistress. Please, I don't want you to be bound like I was. And you will be. The summoning rituals will get you almost immediately. Both sides actively summon newly changed Psi-Drakes, in hopes of acquiring a summoner from the other side, or saving on of their own from a similar fate." Samantha protested. "I bet you know a way to prevent me from being bound." Ilia said, feeling her strength beginning to return. Samantha nodded reluctantly, she could not lie to her summoner. "Yes, Mistress Ilia, I do, but it would alter the bond between us, it would strengthen it, and it would go both ways. You and I would never be unbound from one another. You would fully become a Psi-Drake like me, you wouldn't be a human any more, not even as a base." "But I would gain Psi-Drake traits? The strength, the innate magical power, the long life?" Samantha nodded again, "But you would no longer be my mistress you would be my..." Samantha grasped for the word, and when she found it, she was hesitant to say it. "My equal. You would be degrading yourself, Mistress, lowering yourself to the level of a... a..." "Of a high born scholar Drake who was summoned, enslaved, and had be mind and spirit broken by the Drow. It's not a problem, Samantha. Tell me how do to it." Ilia said. "My brood pouch. It is meant to hold offspring, but it can also create them." Samantha said, looking down at the ground. The Psi-Drake brood pouch as a sort of modified second stomach, originally meant for holding their eggs, keeping them incubated at the right temperature, and safe from predators, as well as keeping young Psi-Drakes safe from the elements and predators as well. They also worked well for carrying goods, and on occasion, people. Ilia and Rali had spent a night inside of Samantha when the weather had turned for the worse, becoming an icy downpour that the two humans would have frozen to death in, but not the elementally resistant drake. "It will only work with my bound summoner, and I cannot do it without permission. The ability is known to few of my people, and fewer still know the way to trigger the process. I advise against it, Mistress." "Is there another way?" Ilia asked. "No, Mistress. There is something similar, but it would only work if you didn't have any advanced outward traits." With Ilia's transformed arms and legs, which were fully scaled and reshaped, as well as her new, fully grown tail, the mage had been passed that point several days prior. Ilia suddenly moaned loudly, shivering, scales appearing on her shoulders, belly, and back. Both summoner and Drake felt a shift in the flow of energy. "That was it. I'll change no matter what now." Ilia said with a smile, "You have to do it now, or else I'll be summoned and bound, like you were." Samantha nodded, "As you wish, Mistress." the Psi-Drake said sadly, licking her lips. Ilia's clothes had long since been torn away by her transforming body, only the blanket covering her, which Samantha cast aside. The Drake's tongue caressed the human's face, shoulders, arms, back, and breasts, slow licks leaving slick saliva on the mage's body. Samantha gave her mistress one last pleading look, to which Ilia shook her head, "No, you said it yourself, there's no other option." The Drake leaned forward, her jaws opening wide, her draconic mouth sliding over the human's raised arms, down past her head. Ilia moaned softly, the dragonkin's warmth spreading over her. Samantha lifted the human with her hands, tilting her head back, letting gravity aid in her swallowing of Ilia. -o- The mage went down easily, her thin, five foot frame giving the Drake little difficulty. Samantha gasped at the burst of arousal that accompanied the act. Taking eggs or young into one's pouch meant that you were perfectly available for breeding again. The Drake closed her eyes, concentrating. The entrance to the brood pouch closing by muscular contraction. Ilia would quickly find herself falling asleep, and thus unable to escape. But it was best for Ilia's safety if nothing else could find its way into the pouch while it was functioning as a secondary womb. The Psi-Drake purred happily at the sensation of fullness, stroking her rounded belly. She had been forbidden from bearing hatchlings in the Drachenplane, the alterations the Drow had performed had made certain that the Breeder's Guild found her too impure for reproduction. It had never really bothered Samantha before, but the feeling of a fat, round middle several nights before, though it had simply been two humans in her pouch rather than a pregnancy, had excited Samantha beyond anything she had felt before. She actually felt longing for sex, a lustful desire that she had thought forever stripped away with her cruel treatment at Drow hands. Samantha smiled for the first time in a long time. She was going to have a baby, kind of. Though Ilia would emerge at the size she was now, maybe a little bigger. But she was still going to be Samantha's hatchling. The Psi-Drake could no longer be summoned, or unsummoned. Her summoner was a part of her at the moment, and once Ilia's changes began, the blood and flesh of the two would mix for a time. They would be one body, summoner and summoned creature one and the same. She no longer had, nor would ever again need, a mistress. She no longer needed to obey the instructions the Drow had seared into her mind. Ilia had found her behavior unsettling from the start, so Samantha would do her best to learn how to think and act for herself. Best of all, she could remain in Onerana forever, no longer able to be banished either. Samantha would go and live amongst the Renakana. She loved the wonderful, sweet, caring, soft, snuggly feline people. They were so loving and kind, and fun. The Psi-Drake particularly liked how they slept, close friends and family snuggled up together. Her hand found its way to her manhood, stroking it slowly, savoring the pleasurable sensations that shot through her body. Sex felt so good when it wasn't forced upon you by your summoner. She was never allowed to play with herself unless her summoner ordered. Even when in the Drachenplane, Samantha had refrained from self-stimulation, just in case any of the Drow that had known her summoned her again, and asked her if she had broken the rules the House Matron had instructed her to follow. She imagined the Matron bound as Samantha had been, forced to beg and plead for it, to be brought near the edge of climax so many times, only to have it cruelly yanked away from her. The Matron bound, helpless, and disgraced, admitting that she was nothing more than a wet little bitch for fucking, a creature who existed only to please her mistress. Samantha would slowly thrust into her, inch by slow, agonizing inch until... "What the hell are you doing?" Rali growled, seeing the Psi-Drake laying on the stone slab where he sister had been resting when the warrior had gone out to hunt. "You didn't eat Ilia, did you?!" she demanded, sword out, pointed at Samantha's throat. "Kind of, she's inside me. In my brood pouch. She's changing, becoming a Psi-Drake, becoming my hatchling." Samantha purred, not stopping her self pleasure, one hand on her cock, the other rubbing slow circles on her belly. "Spit her out. Now." the human warrior snarled. Samantha chuckled softly, "Can't. My pouch has sealed itself. She can't be removed until she's become a Psi-Drake. She is my anchor, tying me here, making Onerana my home. We will share blood, summoner and summoned mixing. I will be both in one, and so shall she. Never having to know the terror of having your will ripped from you by an evil master or mistress. She is safe, happy, and content to be reborn as my hatchling." "I don't think so. I think you bewitched her. She wished to become one of you only as far as curing the poison within her body." "Which occurred, however she passed the energy threshold. She would become like me, with or without my presence. But this way she will serve no one." Samantha said with a smile, completely ignoring the blade. "You lie. Since you refuse to set her free, I'm going to have to cut her out of you!" Rali growled, swinging her blade, only to find a shock traveling through her arms, as if she had struck solid, immobile stone. Summoned and unsummoned, bound to perhaps hundreds of summoners, huge amounts of magical energy poured into her body, Samantha was much stronger, much quicker, and much smarter than she seemed. One black scaled hand gripped the blade of Rali's sword without harm. The dragonkin's other hand grabbed both of the human's. The Drake sat up, curling her tail around the human's ankles. "Such an act would most certainly end her life, and I will not allow my mistress and daughter to come to harm. But you are her kin, and thus should not be harmed. But then again I cannot have you scheming and plotting to 'free' her from me. So you shall truly experience what it is like for a Drake of my power to bewitch someone.... UUUUUH.... UUUUUUN!" Samantha grunted, her cock erupting, her thick, white seed splattering all over the human's face and chest, dripping down her body. Rali spit the thick, salty-sweet fluid from her mouth, her eyes clamped shut, feeling it run down her face. It tingled, and she felt something strange. It felt like her armor was getting lighter. With a few clanks and the wet noise of liquefying leather sloughing off her body, Rali realized that such was the case. In moments she was completely naked. Her sword was pulled from her hands and thrown aside as a strange warmth began to seep into her, aiming right for her loins. The warrior felt her mind fogging, thoughts of desire and lust pushing away those of anger and combat. She opened her mouth to protest, only to find it filled with one of the Psi-Drake's nipples. She felt the Psi-Drake lift her up. Rali's legs spread seemingly of their own volition, wrapping around Samantha's cum covered belly. The warrior pulled her head back and cried out as the creature's prick was forced into her. Her cry was muffled as the Drake shoved Rali's head against her breast. The human couldn't breath, and was forced to inhale, bringing a trickle of sweet milk into her mouth with it. Rali now realized why Psi-Drake milk was so prized, it tasted so good. She couldn't stop herself from suckling, she needed more. The human drank it down hungrily, suddenly feeling famished. She barely felt the pangs of pain and pleasure as the Psi-Drake fucked her, all that mattered was the milk, and that she keep taking in more of it. Time soon lost its meaning, seconds and minutes evaporating into nothingness, Rali's world narrowing to the teat in her mouth, and the ache in her belly. There were pleasant feelings of warmth as the Psi-Drake came into her, again and again, and even more wonderful shivers of pleasure that Rali couldn't quite identify, usually occurring along with the sudden warmth. The human whimpered as Samantha pulled her head away, only to find that she was being shifted around a little, allowed to nurse from the other breast. Rali was dimly aware that the amount of milk she took in was far too much than she ought to be able to handle, as well as far more than ought to be able to be contained in the Drake's breasts, large though they may be. She felt herself drifting of to sleep, still nursing from the drake. She awoke feeling a dreadful chill on her naked body. She felt fine now, except for a strangeness in her mind, and the chill. Rali opened her eyes, looking around. Her belly felt funny, large, clumsy, full. She heard sloshing as she sat up. Her belly was massive and round, filled with the Drake's milk. Rali found she had been sleeping between Samantha's legs. She founds her gaze going to the creature's cunt, the deep blue lips looking wet, swollen, and somehow inviting. "Go ahead, little one," Samantha purred, "You've been in my brood pouch, so you know how warm I am inside. It's where your sister is after all, and the two of you are never apart for long. I would have brought you in sooner, but I decided that you would need the nutrition of my milk for your change. You will accompany Ilia as you always have, as her warrior guardian. I think the form of a War Wyvern ought to grant you the strength to do so nicely. Be big and powerful, make sure no one ever lays a hand on Ilia, hmm?" "Ilia." Rali said softly, smiling. She knew that this was wrong somehow, that she shouldn't be doing this. But she was so cold, and Ilia was inside, and she needed to be with Ilia. She didn't see how she would be able to fit into the Drake's sex, but she found that the slick, wet, warm lips parted easily before her fingers, her arms easily sliding up to the elbow. "Mmm... warm..." Rali purred in Psi-Drake fashion, pushing in deeper, feeling the chill begin to vanish as she put her head in. Samantha's tail curled between her legs, helping to push her in, the Drake's smooth scales rubbing deliciously against Rali's own cunt. The human's tongue left her mouth, lapping at the warm, slick walls, wanting to return the favor. She heard the drake moan with pleasure, felt her buck her hips. Rali giggled and began to wriggle a little, continuing her crawl forward. She felt her breasts slide in with a slurping sound. The human wondered how Samantha was going to manage to get her big, milk filled belly in, but somehow the two managed. The feeling of her full tummy rubbing against the Drake's slick inside made Rali moan with pleasure, as did the replacement of the tail between her legs with the Psi-Drake's fingers. They pushed her in deeper, until Rali's hips had disappeared into the Drake, where Samantha began fingering herself, the Drake's sex now had a good enough grip to pull Rali in deeper and deeper on its own. She felt Samantha growing warmed around her, gripping her tight for a moment and pulling her forward, then relaxing. Rali could hear Samantha's cries of pleasure, muffled by the dragonkin's body but still audible, she found they were in time with her own twinges of pleasure, her moth... the Drake's increasing heat feeling better and better on her belly. She felt everything going foggy again, everything except her belly and loins. Her pleasured mirrored Samantha's own. Rali moaned loudly, finding it escaping her mouth in bubbles. A powerful white hot sensation of pleasure filled her entire being, forcing her to suck in a deep breath, fulling the fluid into her lungs. She barely felt her mother moving, her back arching as she climaxed, pulling the soon to be Wyvern fully into her womb. The fog continued to build, but the wonderful feeling remained. Rali felt her body growing heavy, weary, tired. It was time to sleep. Sleep inside her mommy. No... she had to find Ilia! Rali wriggled, feeling around until she found a place where the wall felt different, felt a round bulge in the wall. Her hands could barely make out the shape, but it felt liked a curled up human. Shoulders and hips were in the right place. Rali mmmed softly, snuggling up against her sister through the barrier that separated them. She didn't need to worry, Mommy would protect them both while they were inside. Mommy was making everything better. The sleepy girl kissed her sister on the cheek through the membranous wall that divided them, felt the faint vibration of Ilia's purring, and curled up to sleep. -o- Samantha purred just as happily, her belly well rounded with the presence of two humans inside of her, and belly that would only grow larger as the two girls inside transformed, one becoming a Psi-Drake biped like her mother, and the other becoming a massive, powerful dragon that would make sure that no harm would come to her new mother, or her sister. The pregnant Psi-Drake yawned, curled up into a ball, and and rolled Ilia's blanket up into a ball, using it as a pillow. She hugged her belly, caressing it. "I wonder how the Drow would react," Samantha said with a chuckle, "If they knew that this was what a Psi-Drake was supposed to do with her summoner." She yawned again and closed her eyes. Tomorrow she would begin the journey North to Renakana lands. The Council of Matrons, she was sure, would be incredibly interested in the things that Samantha had known, but had could not reveal unless she was asked. Until now that was. Poor Drow, little did they know that the war was about to be over, and that they were going to end up as soft, sweet, fuzzy, obedient Renakana kittens. The Psi-Drake giggled at the thought. The Matrons likely had enough Drachenplane energy built up inside of them to cast the spells that would make it work. The abilities that had converted the Drachenplane into an entire world filled with scaled, draconic creatures. These gifts would be much better utilized in the handpaws of Renakana. Sweet, caring, loving, felines. They wouldn't set up a breeding guild and force their citizens to be summoned by magic to other planes, in order to bring more worlds into the Drachen Empire. Nuh uh. The Renakana would be nice, and sweet, and wonderful. They would snuggle and love the Drow into submission. They wouldn't make an empire, just lots and lots of new black furred kittens with white hair. Samantha was quite sure that her first mistress would make an exceptionally cute kitten, and if anyone needed love and snuggles, it was that ice-cold Drow she-bitch. The Psi-Drake would make sure that particularly unpleasant Drow was gobbled up and turned into a happy little kitten personally. Or a hatchling. Perhaps one of her daughters would be up to the task? "Yes... that would be nice." the proud mother-to-be said to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

Title: Don't Give Up the Ghost Tags: ghost, yandere, bondage, female dominant, male submissive, footjob, hairjob, vaginal sex The darkness closed in on Theodore as he descended the spiraling staircase. The feeble light of the torch seemed to be swallowed up by the oppressive blackness, barely illuminating the crumbling, damp stone. With each step, the darkness and must grew as the staircase wound to its final destination. A great chamber lay beyond, its ceiling and even walls well outside the paling light of the torch. Theodore needed no light to know what lay outside the flickering sphere of his vision. The bones of thousands rested here, a cathedral of bone. The architect of the ossuary was lost to history, the construction ancient beyond reckoning. Few clues remained to suggest the identity or fate of those at rest here. For some time it lay buried and forgotten, even planted over until the unnatural barrenness of the soil prompted the villagers who dwelt above to contact a priest. Nothing could live here, not when so strong an aura of death permeated everything. Theodore could feel the slow rotting of his flesh as he stayed past his short welcome in this place. The air grew stale in his lungs and the walls felt as though they were closing in. Whatever malign energy took up residence here wished to keep the souls and bodies of the departed to itself. It sensed the threat posed by the interloper and sought to expel him by any means, something the black-robed intruder absolutely could not allow. He paid no heed and began the ritual, building his sanctuary from powdered silver sprinkled atop the bone floor. The proper protections in place, Theodore meditated, summoning forth the concentration and energy needed to expel the spirits. He used their power against them, focusing his mind on the utter blackness and silence that defended the tomb from bandits and others of weak will. The dead held no power over the living but what the living gave them, empowering them with their fear, hatred, and sadness. All that was required to overcome their power was to reject it, embracing the coldness of death and the silence of the grave to chase out fear and calm the living heart. The caster retreated into his own mind, allowing the silence to prepare his mind for the trial to come. Clack The sound of bone-on-bone echoed around the room, deafening after the silence of the catacomb. A strangled cry followed, the soft voice a woman unmistakable against the echoing clack of falling bone. Theodore sighed as he struggled to regain his lost concentration before the spirits could harvest his aggravation at being disrupted. He focused again on his breathing, calming himself and rebuilding his meditative state. Clack crash CRASH. His eyes shot open, glaring balefully towards the point of the sound, his fragile concentration shattered by the repeat interruption. "Sophia, knock it off and show yourself immediately." A moment later, a second figure appeared in the catacomb. Her form was translucent white, illuminated from within by unearthly energies. Her appearance was that of a maiden in her prime, clad in a long and finely-sewn gown and the finery of a woman of good standing. White hair reached to her ankles, suspended unnaturally as if floating in water. Her feet likewise hung suspended, toes dangling inches from the ground. The apparition was beautiful beyond description, save for the faint pink flush covering her body and clothing and the look of complete embarrassment marring her flawless, porcelain face. "Sophia, what are you doing here? I told you it wasn't safe for you here. You need to be at home" "I know, honey, but I get so bored when you're not there. I thought if I was quiet and stayed out of sight, I wouldn't be a bother to you." Theodore watched her blankly, unable to understand what part of "dangerous" she didn't understand. He was performing an exorcism on the entire area and she was a ghost. She had been rather needy ever since they met a year ago, but this was getting ridiculous. Chasing her out of his luggage before trips was one thing, but interrupting a potentially dangerous spell was something else completely. They would need to have a good, long talk about this when they got home. "Go upstairs and wait for me. You don't want to be here when I perform the ritual. I'll finish up here and start preparing the corpses. Make sure the villager's skeletons are ready to go. I'll need some help getting all of these bones back home." The life of a necromancer was not an easy one. He really struck gold tonight, though. There had to be at least a thousand skeletons down here, not to mention the villagers he "appropriated" earlier. With Sophia's help, his little army of undead terrors was growing larger every day. The other necromancers made fun of him for choosing a ghost to be his lieutenant and then almost immediately falling for her. They won't be laughing when they're skeletons. With a smile, the necromancer refocused, hoping to get this over with before dinner. Theodore undid his collar and stripped of his priest's robes. Such deceptions were necessary when dealing with commoners, though he did occasionally feel bad for disguising as a priest, particularly when they begged him for salvation as he turned them into unliving minions. Misunderstood, not evil, he reminded himself. It was for the best, really. No one in his territory ever died of plague or famine, and he got to have plague zombies. It was a win for both sides. Really. They should be thanking him. He also felt a little bad about his argument with Sophia. She seemed devastated when he asked her to leave him alone when he was working. It was for her own good, but that did little to assuage his guilt. She was all alone when he was gone, just like she had been for most of her unlife. Still, she needed to learn her place as his assistant, lover or not. He dressed in a shirt and pants, checking himself in the mirror before heading out. Unlike his fellow necromancers, Sophia appreciated his muscular and athletic body. He only wore robes when he needed to. In the living room, she prepared dinner in a pot suspended above the fire. With his help, she learned to better control her form, giving her a degree of selective corporeality. She still couldn't lift heavy objects, but she could still pass through walls when she wanted and could now generally perform simple manual tasks without magic. Crash Generally. He stood back as she collected the remnants of the bowl and struggled to clean the splattered soup. He had offered many times to help or assign a skeleton to her aid, but she refused each time. She enjoyed being a homemaker and insisted that she be responsible for all such tasks. It was actually this dedication to the mundane that helped her master physical manifestation so quickly. She disposed of the broken bowl and food before stopping, catching sight of him with the corner of her eye. "Would master like supper or a bath? Or perhaps...me?" Where in pandemonium did she hear these things? He did his best to ignore her obvious solicitation. He was incredibly hungry and still had fifty score skeletons to animate. Her rejected her as gruffly as possible before taking his seat at the table. She said nothing as she served him, probably hurt by his crass remarks. He would have to remember to apologize later. The soup was good, at least as good as it could be when made by someone literally lacking the senses of taste and smell. She must have been a cook of some skill in life, though her memories were hazy and incomplete. He finished quickly, intent to return to work and stood, falling immediately to the floor, chair and all. "Not so fast, dear. Your bones have sat for years, certainly they can wait a bit longer, can't they?" A quick test revealed what Theodore had feared. His legs strained against the mysterious bonds about his ankles and knees, tying him to the legs of the chair. He lay on his side, still atop his seat as the restraints twisted and tightened, crawling up his body like a snake. Bundles of translucent white crawled up his thighs and around his waist and wrists. His eyes followed the strands of white to the scalp of his girlfriend-cum-captor. Her hair pulled on his waist, dragging his pants down to mid-thigh while she sat on the table and watched. The tips of her hair crawled slowly up his shaft, twisting and squeezing around his hardening mast. "Excited already, are we? I think this is what you have wanted all along, isn't it? You know you don't need to play hard-to-get, don't you? You could ask for this whenever you want." Before he could answer, a rag floated into his mouth, driven by telekinetic force. He choked against the gag but could do little to expel it. The hair wrapped gently but firmly around his now-hard cock, stealing away his strength and will to resist. Each strand moved independently, wrapping and squeezing him as if braiding itself around his shaft. The probing appendages met at the base of his head, circling around and knotting itself it place like laces on a roast. "It looks so pretty, trussed up like that. I bet it feels wonderful, too. Every twitch, every pull only tightens my grip, doesn't it? I bet it's driving you crazy." Had he not been gagged, he may have attempted a retort. Instead, all that came out was a whimper that spoke more of pleasure than protest. The braid rippled in place, contracting from root to head in a slow wave before traveling back down. The sensation was unique by not exceptionally stimulating even as her speed increased. There was no friction, simply a pleasant tightness that caressed him unlike anything else he ever felt. The knot about his head grew tight, sliding ever-so-slightly up and down his frenulum and pulling his skin taught. "Look at you leaking like that. Don't pretend you can't feel the dew gathering on your tip. Here, let's get you upright and see what we can do about that." Sophia, weak though her body may be, possessed more than enough magic to right the chair, depositing him with all four legs on the ground. She sat on the table before him, body phasing through the soup bowl from which he just ate. His eyes followed up her legs from her toes that rested weightlessly on the chair to her thighs, crossed at the knee. Just beyond lay her sex, bared but not visible through her legs. She sat slightly back on her hands, thrusting out her firm stomach and pert breasts. Her nipples lay hidden just behind her hair, pushing out stiffly. Her expression was a mixture of pride and arousal as she watched him pant and twist in her bondage. "Like what you see, love? It's been her for you the whole time, if only you would reach for it. But you can't now, can you? Not with your hands tied up like that. Just relax and let me remind you what I can do for you. To you." Invisible force held his cock still and upright as her big toe prodded his base gently. His cock twitched, tightening the knot below his head just as she promised and adding the barest bit of friction to the slow coiling of her braid. Her toe traced up his cum vein, pushing out a small dollop of precum as it reached his head. His back arched as her first two toes rolled over his head, gathering the lubricant even as it continued to slowly ooze out. Her toes dragged down the underside of his cock, unhindered by the ethereal bands tying it and the invisible force holding it upright against the pressure. Precum left a trail of wetness down his cock as her toes slid up and down in slow strokes along his shaft. She was gentle but insistent, pausing only to catch his head between her toes and squeeze, jerking up and down on his sensitive crown while tightening her hair. His cock strained against its bonds as it swelled with blood that could find no escape, dying it purple and red. Her second foot joined in, rolling and twisting over his head as she continued to stroke him. Her feet passed through each other, their slow march of pleasure not interrupted by something as mundane as physical limitation. Precum flowed without obstruction, an irrefutable sign of his approaching climax. Her eyes fixed on his as he shook and gasped, moans strangled by the rag in his mouth. Her hands held and groped her breasts, tugging and gently twisting her own nipples before sliding down her stomach and disappearing between her legs. Not being able to see as her fingers worked her cunt only made the situation more erotic. Her arousal leaked out into the soup bowl as she fingered herself. Her feet synchronized with her hands, stroking and rubbing faster as she masturbated faster. Her breath came as quickly as his, shaking her shapely breasts with every sharp movement. Despite her obvious arousal, her feet never faltered, never slowed. She stroked him intently, eyes darting between his face and jumping cock. He was close and they both knew it. She pushed harder, wrapping her toes around his shaft as she stroked, focusing on his head for a while before sliding all the way down the length of his cock. Her unused strands of hair caressed his testicles, pulling and rolling them in their silken grasp. Theodore fought against his bonds and the force restraining his dick to thrust into her foot, succeeding only in exciting his lover further with his struggles. He could hear the soft patting of her palm against her mound as she fingered herself vigorously. As she approached her own orgasm, her toes curled around him, squeezing tightly around his shaft. His climax built, sitting in the root of his cock and awaiting a final push to come erupting out. Sensing his imminent release, Sophia trapped both feet around his cock and stroked with all the speed she could manage, trapping his twitching cock between two sets of toes. His hips thrust forward to deposit his load when she stopped suddenly, hair contracting painfully about the base of his cock and pulling down on his testicles. His seed swelled in his root, his orgasm stifled more effectively than his screams. He thrust furiously against his bonds to no avail, gasping and moaning in frustration and denial. She reached down to gently stroke his cheek, pulling the soaking rag from his gasping mouth. "You thought you were going to cum, didn't you? Unfortunately, you don't get to cum until you give me what I want. What I need." Her words came slowly as she fought to concentrate amid her own, self-inflicted pleasure. "Tell me you want me, that you'll never let go. That I am yours, now and forever. That you'll never leave me or let me know. Tell me I'm safe. Tell me I'll never be alone again." Theodore struggled to form coherent words as his body fought against its denied release. He never meant to hurt her, not like this. The past year flashed through his mind as he searched for what pushed his gentle lover so far. He left her alone many times, but she always seemed to understand, telling him that she knew his work came first. If he had known how much she was hurting, he would have never left. He searched for the right words, careful to express what he felt and not just his surging urge to cum. "I'm sorry I was so selfish. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. I love you." Her grip on him slackened at once, freeing his seed. He came explosively, drenching his chest and hers, splattering everything from her feet to her neck in alabaster shine. She gasped as he came, finishing herself off with a quick twist of the hand. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out as they heaved. They climaxed together, her curling toes extending his orgasm just as his moans and still-erupting seed intensified hers. She slipped off the table and into his lamp, panting with him. She kissed and licked along his collar bone and up his neck as she held him close. Her hot, soaking cunt lay bear against his leg, juices trickling down his leg and tingling with unnatural energy. His thigh grew hot where her fluids coated it, an interesting side-effect of exposure to sexual ectoplasm. His eyes laid closed as her hands massaged his chest and arms until he felt something hard press against his lips. He opened them to see a bowl parting his lips, the shimmering silver contents flowing out and into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered as he drank her tasteless fluids. The warmth spread down his throat with unnatural speed as if being propelled by external force. It traveled down his chest and past his stomach, sitting in a hot lump at the base of his cool, soft member before slowly trickling in. He grew hard, much harder than before as the tingling traveled up his shaft, pushing it to hardness. It occurred to him a second later that it was not his blood pouring into his cock, but rather her juices, filling and hardening inside of him, warming his skin to a fevered heat. "Didn't know I could do that, did you? My pussy juice is a part of my body, just like any other limb. I don't have the time to wait for you to get ready for round two on your own. I think this is going to feel better for us both, anyway." Being a necromancer was hard. Not even conjurers had to worry about having their dicks haunted by obsessive girlfriends. Even still, there was nothing in the world that he would trade this enrapturing intimacy for. His cock continued to swell as more and more of her essence poured into it until it was larger and harder than ever before, standing at least an inch taller than it did just a few minutes ago. Her hair untied itself, allowing his cock to bounce and hang of its own volition, free from her grip but now even more under her control. Closer to his lover than ever before, Theodore could feel her arousal in the energy that filled his throbbing cock. It became unbearable as she placed her hips above his shaft, straddling him and preparing for entry. Overcome by the urge to thrust deep inside her, he nearly missed the soft smile of genuine satisfaction she wore as her hand guided him to her folds before they swallowed him whole. Her cool walls squeezed tightly around him, stretched past their ordinary limits by his unnaturally rigid cock. She sank down his length, her lips eagerly accepting inch after inch. Her form, though tinted red with arousal, was clear-enough for him to see his cock sink deeper and deeper inside her insubstantial body. His size gave her no pause as she came to rest on his lap, with his full length embedded inside her. She paused, content for the moment with just feeling his fullness inside of her. She reached down, tracing the outline of his cock on her skin with a finger. With her other hand, she cupped his cheek, stroking him gently. "This is how it was meant to be, my love." Her declaration was punctuated by movement as her hips lifted off of his. She stood only a few inches before sitting slowly back down. Her arms wrapped around his head as she slowly thrust him in and out, drawing his head to her bust and wrapping it in spectral flesh. Her cool skin surrounded him, tingling unnaturally as the fell energies fed upon his heat and vitality. Theodore could feel her breath, cool and damp, upon his neck as she rode him. Her steady breathing was interrupted only by an occasional gasp or whispers of love and eternal devotion. Her pace was slow and steady, better-suited to a night of romance and passion than an afternoon tied to a chair. She licked and nibbled at his ear and down his neck, spreading a thin trail of saliva as she went. The pace grew with her passions, speeding to a respectable pace that left both gasping in pleasure. When her gasps turned to moans, the necromancer became aware of an altogether new sensation, an unfamiliar swelling in his cock. Looking through his lover, he saw that a thick bulge had formed in his cock, moving up and down his shaft in time with her thrusts. In the throws of passion, she lost control of her form, her body naturally attempting to reclaim its pieces and dragging the ectoplasm that filled his length with it. It traveled along his shaft, locking him inside her like a knot. Her cunt clamped tight around the protrusion, distending visibly as she gripped it tight. The knot grew as he absorbed her love juices, coming to a size only slightly smaller than his fist. The pressure was unbearable for them both, their lovemaking deteriorating to simple rutting as their passions entwined. Her body began to lose its corporeality as she concentrated only on the pleasure of jerking his knotted cock inside her quivering cunt. Her arms and breasts phased into him, disappearing entirely inside his flesh. Theodore barely noticed her disappearance, focused entirely on watching his cock swell and impale her repeatedly. He realized something was amiss only when her moans and gasps came from behind him, though he could hardly care about such details when she brought such incredible pleasure. Her thrusts reduced to mere spasms as she struggled to move the knot that joined them together, squeezing his entire length in rippling motions as pleasure overwhelmed her. She came first, legs slamming shut through his as her body lost substance. Her cunt became the sole focus of her pleasure-wracked mind, squeezing in waves as she directed it to do what the rest of her body could not. Pressure built in his base, held in by the weight of his spectral knot. The pleasure grew with the pressure until he was screaming, practically begging for relief yet pleading for the sensation to never end. The knot moved slowly up his length before catching briefly at the base of his head. He lost his breath, nearly blacking out as his release finally came, rope after rope of semen pushing out the thick wad of ectoplasm with each spasm. He came and came, cock jumping inside her clear walls even after he had nothing of his own left to give. She leaked out of him, her fluids rejoining her body as it oozed from his tip. His cock deflated slowly as it emptied, drooping when she could no longer manifest even her cunt. His cum mingled with her captive juices, floating still in her ethereal body. She slumped into him, barely catching herself before she fell into the floor, exhausted by her extended manifestation. Her breathing slowed as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. He rubbed her back as best he could as she drifted off, whispering gently into her ear as the last bit of her waking mind faded into sleep. "Until the end of time, my love."

Title: of love and war.... by Shadowed Skunk Tags: Abduction, Action, Human, Love, M/F, Violence (Not In Yiff) ok please keep in mind. this is JUST a story there are some things in it that might be Similar to a persons furrsona or whatever i did not try it. also there is sum stuff that might be offensive. once again its just a story. blah blah this is not for kids yadda yadda yadda. injoy. --- "My name is Jake some of my friends just call me "skunk" and I have quite an interesting story to tell I stand about 5'11 and I am a skunk a pretty normal guy but enough about me ill just tell you the story...." he woke up like any other morning stretching his legs and squinting my eyes at the sunlight pouring through the window of his room. He would wrap his tail around himself and grumble wanting to go back to sleep but he knew he had things to do, and then it happened..... there was a loud BOOM from outside followed by the sound of screaming and shrapnel hitting the side of his house. Quickly he would dash down the stairs and run through the front. door to see what had happened to see if anyone was hurt. Yes there was blood but that's not what had caught his eye he was to busy looking at the strange creatures who were marching there way in to his home town "the hell?" he would say squinting to get a better look at them. They were furless save for the top of there heads and that was very short to begin with. Fleshy looking creatures dressed in green and brown blotchy clothing and carrying large black things that spit fire and threw led rocks making loud banging noises only to cause those in fount of them to fall and bleed. Never before had he seen something so odd nor was he so angered seeing them just come and do as they wished. It seemed they were capturing some of the fur's living here and dragging them away screaming and clawing. Jake grabbed the dagger from his side and acted with out thought seeing one of the creatures attack his sister and attempt to take her away as well. He would charge at this creature and lunge as it turned around BANG pain shot through his left shoulder but he would not stop. This monster would not harm his family. A glint of steel and a spray of red the creature fell holding its throat and gurgling loudly for its last few moments of life. He went to his sister and helped her up. "Go run and hide!" he screamed at her turning away to get a better look at this creature he rolled it over on its back and looked it over only to find a name tag reading Richard and a patch on its shoulder that read AREA 13. Tilting his head to the side he would raise a brow wondering what the hell was going on then he heard a shout coming from an unknown voice. "HEY you furry mother fucker! Try this on for size!" Jake would look up only to see the butt of one of those black fire spitters smash him in the muzzle and then blackness........ He awoke for the second time today only this time he was in a small cage among a few others holding some of his friends and family. He took note that his head hurt and was bleeding along with the fact that he was in some strange vehicle bumping around on his way stoneware. "Hey! Wear are you taking us!" Jake would shout at one of the creatures in the with him. The creature would stand and walk over to the cage and spit oh him. "Shut up freak!" it said before reaching through the cage and grabbing shadowed by his throat and yanking him forward causing him to hit his already wounded head on the bars, and once again blackness.... He came to a third time only to find he was now alone and had shackles around his hands and feet. Now enraged by all of this he would growl as a door opened and one of the creatures walked in. And stood in the middle of the room and smirked at him. "I hope you like it here. Though sadly you are to be sold next week and you will work for your keep I don't wanna call you a 'slave' cause nowadays that word is look down aphon but you are an animal and will learn that us men are better than you. So know your place now freak and maybe your life will go a bit more easy, understand?" Jake growled loudly and lunged at the creature only to have his limbs caught and him fall to the ground thrashing to get free not able to reach this monster he so desired to tear apart. The creature laughed and shook its head walking out and closing the door behind him. Jake sat there with only one word reapeating in his head. 'Man'..... A few days had passed he had not eaten nor slept only sat there and his hate his 'lust' to be free grew. The door opened and a man walked in holding one of the fire spitters and struck Jake in the head to knock him out but he did not hit hard enough he was still awake but he played it out laying there and not moving. The man unlocked the shackles and went to lift him. He made his move grabbing the fire spitter and holding it like he had seen the men before the man was stunned and wrestled Jake for it back and then BANG! The mans eyes grew wide as he stared into the now hate fulled eyes of Jake and dropped to the floor writhing for a few moments and then he lay still... dead. An alarm went off that hurt Jake's ears he ran to the door only to be greeted by three more men. Jake smashed the first in the head with the butt of the fire spitter as another yelled. "The freak has a gun! Shoot him!" gun... that's what these things were called the thought. But none the less he turned and fired at the other two causing blood to spurt from there chests and the fell. Looking down he would see the one he has hit in the face scrambling to grab his gun but he never made it jake made sure of that BANG. In the head. He stopped moving. "You're the freak." Jake said grabbing the extra guns and running down a bright hall only to hear a female screaming. He stopped and opened the door from witch the sounds were coming from. Only to find 4 men trying to rape one of the females he had seen from time to time in the stores around him home she was a small raccoon soft grey and black fur he remembered wanting to talk to her but never got the chance. And now She was fighting and clawing trying to break free from them "leave me alone!" she wailed as one lifted a hand and back handed her across the muzzle. That was enough Jake saw red lifting the gun he fired missing a few times causing the men to look quickly in his direction. "Shit!" one yelled famous last words it seemed. He kept firing at them until the gun went 'click click click...' He moved over to the female who was crouched in a corner with her head down and her paws over her ears. "Hey..." he said as softly as he could which was hard from all the adrenaline he had pumping through him. "We need to get out of here right now, ok?" he asked. She responded by reaching up and hugging him. "Thank you.." she said. "My names Clare. And your right we need to go but we gotta help the others." Jake gave a nod handing her one of the guns and giving her a quick lesson aim and pull the trigger was pretty much it. "Show me the way there." he said. She gave a quick nod and they left the room back into the bright hallway seeing a few more men coming there way. Jake shoved Clare back into the room as he used the steel door to shield himself from the rounds the men were firing at him. He would stick only the gun around the door and fire blindly in there direction until there firing had stopped. He grabbed Clare's wrist and ran past them not taking the time to look at what he had done. After a time she pulled away and yelled "stop! Here. Right here is wear they are." Jake gave her a nod and tried to open the door. Locked, he lifted the gun and fired on the lock until it fell open, kicking it inward he looked around to see many of the furries he knew and some he did not locked up in cages. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Clare watched Jake go from cage to cage smashing open the locks giving the others orders setting the stronger males to help carry the ones to wounded to move. She watched him find his sister watched them hug one another glad to see that they were both ok. Clare on the other hand was doing what she could to treat wounds among the others as some barricaded the door. After a time she listened as Jake stood and told everyone that they had to move on that they could not stay here. Clare lowered her head knowing what was about to come and feared it. Clare followed Jake and the others finding an armory the gun fire blazed hurting her ears making her want to cry for all of this to end. And yet watching Jake take charge watching him fight and kill these men just so they could all go home once more. But everyone knew things would never be the same. She thought about how he had saved her about all he was doing with such passion such rage. But she knew that he had a good heart inside she caught herself thinking about lying with him and looking up at the skies holding one another. Only to have the thought shattered by more gunfire and this time a few of there fellows had fallen. Others had to be drug away from the dead and dying in order to save them. It was all very stressful for everyone. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Jake looked at the others grabbing weapons from the armory and once again showing them point and fire, though they had no clue how to reload the guns. Nor did it matter at this point. He watched Clare watched how she reacted how she moved and cared for the others. Remembering how much he cared for her but never said a word. But this was not the time that had to go. The group moved having short gun battles from time to time from room to room trying to find there way out of this strange place. Bingo the door outside was found they looked around only to find that they were in the middle of a huge facility. The words AREA 13 in large print along side the buildings. "This way!" Jake shouted pointing towards the exit leading to a large forest type area.He led them all thinking to himself perhaps they were home free. They weren't. The men came in a large group firing at them all blindly it seemed. Why would they do this? What gain were they getting from capturing them and killing them? That was it Jake spun around and ran at the men firing in return wanting only to make them stop and leave him and his kind alone. The others hesitated but soon joined in that fought. The sound of many guns firing the sight and scent of blood filling the air of both furry and man alike. The furries realized soon that after a time the guns only clicked and no longer fired as they did before. The guns were cast aside and many fur's leapt at the men clawing biteing and seemingly thrown into a frenzy of sorts. One tackled a man grabbing him by the sides of his head beating it into the ground until it cracked only to look up and see a gun in his face BLAM the man smirked as the fur dropped. But the mans smirk was slashed away along with his face as another fur had taken him from the side and gored him to death. The fur quickly turning and slashing for anothers throat. All that could be seen was firing blood claws teeth and rage. After a while it ended the fur's stood there numbers greatly thinned but still alive... the only thing that mattered now.They moved deeper into the woods until they had found a clearing setting up small makeshift buildings and tents which they had looted from the facility. Clare and Jake sat with one another in a small tent as Jake was righting down the events of the day. Placing the book down he would look up at her and smile weakly. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Clare smiled in return as they both tryed to forget about what was going on. Jake spoke first "Clare I.." she cut him off placing a finger over his lips. "I know." she said placing paws on his shoulders and pushing him back onto the ground. They shared one another that night as there bodies moved in unison together. They would moan and clutch at one anothers fur breathing heavily and she moved up and down on him. For the first time that day they felt a peace. As if they were the only ones who existed anymore. Holding one another tightly as they both climaxed in one anothers arms. She would lay her head on his chest listening to his heart beat as she murred contently. As they both looked up through the mesh roof of the tent stareing at the stars holding one another. She had gotten her wish they were together and nothing could change that now. She would look up at him with her soft green eyes. "Jake, I love you. And I can never thank you enough for what you have done today." she said softly. Jake would nod and hold her a bit tighter as they drifted off to sleep. She awoke to the sunshine pouring through the trees and climed out of the tent. Her fur a tad mussed but she did not mind. She walked up behind jack and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around to wrap his arms around her. He spoke. "Clare. I swear that you and I will make it home. And when we do I want you take you as my mate.. I love you." he said looking into her eyes she hugged him tighter still placeing her head on his chest listning to his heart once more. She was so happy even though they were in this strange place filled with 'men' she had Jake and as long as they were with one another everything would be ok she thought to herself.Then a single shot rang out and Jake loosened his grip on her. No it was not happening not now it couldn't happen. He looked down at her with sad eyes and coughed as blood came from his muzzle. He dropped to his knees. As the other fur's scrambled to defend the small camp they had made the night before. "NO!" she screamed "Jake!" she held him right there in the open as tears streamed down her face. He had been shot in the back and was now dying in her arms he spoke "C-clare...I-I'm so sorry." she shook her head "no your gonna be fine. Your gonna be ok!" se watched him look into her eyes and he did not respond. She shook him "Jake! Jake no don't leave me here! Please!" he was gone..... nothing could change that now she held him there and sobbed wanting to know why all this was happening. Another. Male grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away "we gotta go!" he yelled at her as she fought him clawing at the air wanting to stay with Jake "no!" she screamed "we have to help him!" but she knew deep down inside there was nothing anyone could do. she ran to the tent they had slept in the night before and grabbed the book that he had been righting in. It was the only thing she had left of him and would protect it with her life. They ran. For days and nights they lost more and more of there fellow fur's and once again they set up another small camp. She sat there alone looking at his book with tears in her eyes she opened it and began to read it said, "My name is Jake some of my friends just call me "J." and I have quite an interesting story to tell I stand about 5'11 and I am a skunk a pretty normal guy but enough about me ill just tell you the story......

Title: An Anthro's Tale-Chapter 3-All American GTO by Tyro619 Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Fantasy, cars, racing I woke a few hours later,parched. I stretched a bit and looked at the clock,three AM. I took a drink of my water,squirmed around a bit and looked around my room. It was just the right size for me. The walls were painted blue and a thick white carpet covered the floor. The only furniture to speak of were a small dresser,and my bed. My bed was indescribably comfortable. The first few nights I'd slept on it had felt awkward. I felt like a pet sleeping on it,but soon,it became the most comfortable thing I had. I seemed to sink into the plushy fabric and it would pull me under in five minutes or less. I felt a smile cross my muzzle as my eyes fell shut. The entire room always smelled of the outside,and I liked it that way.Thoughts of what we could do for the GTO filled my head. All the guy had said was,"67 blaze orange Class R3 GTO Hardtop." We were pretty much unlimited in what we could do,as far as engines power and platform goes. "Gonna have to draw it in the morning",I thought as I fell asleep. I woke to the sun coming in through my open window. The birds were chirping and the cool spring air blew through the window over my scales. I smiled as I sat up and let out a large yawn. My door opened and I turned to see my Mom standing there. "Breakfast is ready,she said. "Okay Mom,I said,I'll be down in a minute." Mom left my room,shutting the door behind her. I was reluctant to pull myself out of bed,but I did. I stretched a little more and then went into the bathroom and showered off,polishing my scales until they gleamed(like I said,neat freak,and yes,that refers to me as well). I brushed my teeth and then got dressed. Slipping into a white shirt with holes in it for my wings and a dark brown cargo shorts with a hole in them for my tail. I looked at myslef in the mirror. My polished,jet black and crimson scales stood out against my clothes and my eyes were a very bright green,I thought it suited me perfectly. I stepped back into my room and grabbed my journal from it's spot under the corner of my bed and then went down stairs. The smell of sweet rolls and bacon hit my snout and made my mouth water. As I entered the kitchen,Dad was dishing out the rolls and bacon to my brothers and sister. "No bacon right Seth,Dad asked smiling at me. I felt my ears flop against my neck. "You have no sense of humor son",Dad said handing me a plate. We sat down at the table and began to talk. The conversation was lively,James and Will talked about the upcoming football game,Dad,his promotion and Mom,her new position as a nurse,I,my cars and Taylor,her cheer leading. After breakfast was done and cleaned up,I went up stairs,grabbed my backpack and then went to Jack's house. I touched down lightly in the driveway. The hot concrete made me wish I had something on the soles of my paws. Jack came out to meet me. "The GTO is in the shop,Jack said,as soon as DJ gets here,were going over in her truck." "Have any idea what were doing yet",I asked folding in my wings. "Not really",Jack replied,"you got something?" I smirked,"Yes,I said as I pulled my leather notebook from my backpack and opening it,"have a look." "Oh holy crap Seth,Jack said as his eyes grew wide,you are a crazy,crazy dragon." I laughed as a wide smile crossed my muzzle,"I know,and I'm proud of it." DJ's truck pulled in and we went and got in. The truck was big enough to hold all five of us as long as I was in the front seat,it was the only place that had enough room for my wings and tail. DJ backed out and started for our shop. "Anyone have any thing for the GTO,Tristan asked. "Yeah,Jack said smiling,Seth does." I handed back my notebook without a word. "Ohhh,Tristan said,this is nuts,twin turbo and twin super chargers is one thing,but this..." "Impressed,I asked. "Oh yeah,Tristan replied,"we can always count on you to come through." The ride to the shop was only about ten minutes,when we pulled in,I could see a blaze orange GTO sitting in the garage. "This what we've got to work with,I asked as we got out. "Yeah,DJ said,I've already run it over and it's perfect,no rust,frame damage,or anything." I rubbed my paws together,"Lets get to work then." We each had our parts for the build,I was tasked with the engine,DJ and Josh the suspension,and Jack and Tristan had the platform. The engine I had to work with was a standard,1967 GTO Hardtop engine,it was in great shape,so I saw no need to scrap it. The first thing I did was remove it and strip it down,cleaning it all up and removing the fifty plus years of dried oil and grease. I then built it back up on my work bench and began fine tuning it. I started with the air filter. Air filters remove contaminates from the air entering the engine,help to maintain air temperature,and help it to breathe more freely,which was a top concern,so I installed a pressurized carbon fiber cold air intake system and resonance tuned intake plenum. Next,I did the carburetor. Carburetors provide the fuel flow to the engine and precise timing,as well as extracting power from the fuel that is used. Changes can be as simple as installing a jet kit,or as advanced as changing the fuel pump and installing velocity stacks. Never one to skimp on my work,I installed a multi carburetor set up with multi choke racing carburetors and racing floats to ensure proper needle and and seat operation under high G loads. As well as high flow,stainless steel braided fuel lines and four Intake Velocity stacks on each one to optimize and increase power. I did the ignition next. Ignition upgrades help the engine to burn it's fuel more efficiently to produce power. Adding better coils,spark plugs and ignition wires can make a significant difference in engine power and car performance,so I went with a crank fired racing ignition and individual coils per cylinder and a knock sensor for adaptive timing control. The camshafts were next on my hit list. Upgrading the camshafts would allow the engine breathe more freely and rev to a higher RPM,thus producing more torque and power. The net result is a higher red line and more power in the high RPM range. I installed hollow racing camshafts which feature micro polished cam lobes and solid lifters and lightweight race valves and titanium retainers. Next,was the valves,displacement and pistons,or basically the insides of the engine. Upgraded valves improve intake and exhaust gas flow,allowing the engine to breathe freely and produce greater torque and power. Displacement upgrades make the engine more durable. They also reduce friction and inertia,and make the engine more responsive.The pistons compress the air-fuel mixture in the combustion chamber and convert the heat energy into mechanical energy. I installed larger,lightweight,high strength valves with a multi angle valve grind and larger valve seats for optimizing air flow into the engine. I increased the intake and exhaust ports size and shape,as well as modified the combustion chamber for more efficient flow and combustion. Next,I bored and stroked the engine block,reinforced the deck and resleveed the cylinders and installed a forged,knife edge stroker cam shaft. I also installed custom machined race pistons with performance coatings and gap-less,low tension rings to optimize compression. Next came my favorite thing to install,the Twin Screw superchargers. A super charger is an air pump driven by a belt connected to the engines crankshaft. It provides a major power increase by compressing the air-fuel mixture and then forcing it into the engine at more than atmospheric pressure. The result is more energy per stroke,which makes more power. I installed twin racing Twin Screw superchargers,blue printed for increased efficiency and durability with coat rotors and port housing for intake temperature control and increased flow. The inter cooler came next. An inter cooler is a heat exchanger that cools the hot intake air from a turbo or supercharger before it's forced into the engine. This makes the air-fuel mixture cooler and therefore more dense packing more energy per stroke,and you won't find them on any car that is not super or turbo charged. I installed the largest high flow,bar and plate core racing inter cooler with smother end tanks to reduce air turbulence. Next came one of the most important parts on this car,the oil and cooling systems. Oil and cooling systems help to protect the engine form friction,heat damage and pumping loss. It can include multiple radiators,remote oil reservoirs,baffled oil pans and dry sump oil systems. A dry sump oiling system with remote oil coolers to ensure consistent oil flow under high G loads. I took a step back to admire my work. The red,orange,silver and black engine resting on it's stand perfectly matched the car it would be put into. I took off my sweat soaked shirt and threw it aside. Tristan,Josh and Jack had already done the same and DJ was down to a tank top. We were all red in the face and smelled of oil and grease,but still had a long ways to go. "Let's take five guys",I said over the music that was blaring in the garage. Jack turned off the music and switched n a large fan and Tristan pulled bottles of water out of a cooler as we sat in front of the fan. The air blowing on my bare chest felt extremely cold,but I welcomed it. I moaned as I lay on my back with one leg over the other,putting the soles of my hot paws against the fan. "How much farther do you guys have to go",I asked pouring the water down my throat and over my snout. "Josh and I just got the suspension out,DJ said,now we have to install the upgraded rods and shocks." "Jack and I have to finish tearing out all of that crap from the inside,Tristan said,and then install the roll cage and all the gauges and other readouts." "I still got the exhaust and turbos left,I said panting a little. After around thirty minutes of sitting around the fan,the music came on and we went back to work. I attached the engine to a crane hanging from the ceiling and lowered it back into the car. It was a great fit. I hooked everything back up,tightened all the bolts and then proceeded to install the exhaust. Exhaust system upgrades such as improved headers,mufflers and large bore tubing provide extra power. They let the engine exhale more freely,creating more power by reducing back pressure and extracting exhaust gases more effectively. I installed Port Matched light weight ceramic coated anti reversion headers and a straight through race tuned exhaust system. Now for the turbo chargers,my second favorite thing to install. A twin turbocharger system provides a major power increase by using exhaust gases to spin multiple turbines,which,like a super charger,compressing the air-fuel mixture and then forcing it into the engine at more than atmospheric pressure. The result is more energy per stroke,which makes more power. Combining them with two Twin Screw Superchargers puts the air-fuel mixture under even more pressure,there buy allowing for a much more efficient combustion. I placed the two Ceramic ball bearing racing twin turbo chargers designed for maximum boost with high flow external racing waist gate,high flow piston type blow off valve,alcohol injection and an integrated electronic boost controller tightly in their spots and bolted them down. I slid out from under the car and wiped the sweat,oil and grease from my snout. Seeing I was done with my part,DJ spoke up,"Seth,come help me with these springs." Springs and dampeners help control weight transfer,maintain optimum ride height and can allow for adjustable alignment in toe,caster and chamber,to make the car more stable at speed and more responsive in corners. DJ and I installed low friction coil-over racing shocks with remote reservoirs for maximum valving control and matched linear race springs. As well as replacing the control arm bushings with adjustable helm joints and steel bearings. With that done,we turned our attention to the brakes. Brakes are an important part of the total performance picture. Your car's brake performance must match it's power and handling for you to be competitive. We installed the largest possible full floating carbon ceramic brake rotors,front and rear match aluminum monobloc calipers,race spec composite brake pads and dual master cylinders to provide adjustable brake bais to the front and rear. We repeated this process on all four sides and then I helped Josh with the clutch. The clutch is the vital link between the engine and the transmission. Upgrades increase it's ability to handle the extra torque of a racing engine without damage. Josh and I installed a low inertia multi plate racing clutch to maximize torque capacity of the clutch and reduce shift times. The next thing we tackled was the drive train,which consisted of the transmission,differential and drive line. The transmission and drive line transmits your car's power from the energy from the engine to the dive wheels. Upgrades can make shifts faster and smother,reduce friction and provide better durability. The differential allows the tires on each side of the car to turn at different rates,since the inside tire travels a shorter distance around a turn than the outside tire. A limited slip differential locks at a preset point to limit this difference in rotational speed,providing maximum traction under acceleration and deceleration. Josh and I installed a six speed sequential racing gear box with short penned,straight cut gears,dog engagement and inter-changeable ratios,as well as a carbon fiber drive shaft to dramatically decrease drive line inertia and over all car weight. We then installed a race spec two way limited slip racing differential that provides positive lock torque under both acceleration and deceleration. I then helped Tristan and Jack strip out all interior paneling and carpeting,remove the power windows,the back seats,the air and entertainment systems,the spare tire and install the roll cage and anti roll bars. Jack installed a lightweight battery and the car was done. The sun had set not to long ago and the heat of the day was replaced by the cool and moist night air. "Finally,Tristan moaned,were done!" I wiped the sweat from my snout,"It's a master piece,I said as we all gave each other high fives and then went into the shop's other room. There was good smelling pizza sitting on the table. "I ordered it around a half hour ago,Jack said,it just got here,let's eat." Tristan opened the boxes to reveal stuffed crust pepperoni pizza and the usual six cheese. We all grabbed slices and sat down. When I bit into the pizza,it's flavor exploded in my mouth and instantly satisfied the hunger that I'd had all day. We had skipped lunch to finish the GTO,and it turned out to be worth it. The pizza was like a reward for my howling stomach. The water was crisp and clean,soothing my sore throat. "Anyone got anything planned for next week,Jack asked. "Not that I can think of,Tristan said,other than hanging out with you guys." What about you Seth,DJ asked,got any plans?" "Nah,I replied,other than waiting for the next build to come our way." Josh,I asked. "Nope,he said,my calender's clear." "Good,Jack said reaching into his pocket and puling out five,small pieces of paper. "I got tickets to the Camaro versus Mustang event that's coming to town next week." "The DM guy we built the Toyota for a while back is going to drive for us." "Dude,Tristan said,his eyes going wide,"that's insane!" "It's a good way to get ourselves known,I said biting into my pizza,"plus,we could make a lot of money." "How much is the grand prize,DJ asked. Well,Jack said,each race is worth ten thousand,the event bonus is fifteen thousand and the all gold prize is thirty five grand. "That's a lot of cash,DJ said,that's all I can say." We talked for around an hour about the race and what we should do for our next build,settling on a Ford GT-40 freestyle. "How we going to juggle that with school though",I asked. "We'll think of something,Tristan replied. I glanced at the clock,nine twenty. "I gotta be getting home guys,I said standing up,my Mom will tear me apart if I stay out past curfew,especially on a school night." "See you tomorrow,Jack said as I left the shop and flew for home. I touched down lightly in the front yard and entered the house. Things were calm inside,Mom and Dad were siting in front of the TV,Will and James were nowhere to be found,and I guessed that Taylor was in her room sleeping. "I take it James and will are at the game,I asked. "Yeah,Dad said,there be back at midnight.James and Will had a later curfew than I did,but that was because they were older. I didn't really care. "How did things go honey,Mom asked. "Awesome,I replied,we finished the GTO and Jack entered our Camaro in a race that's coming to town shortly." "Tomorrow,were going to get the Camaro ready for the race and then start on a freestyle build of a Ford GT-40." "Good job son,Dad said,keep it up." "I will",I said as I went up stairs. I shrugged off my backpack and threw off my sweat and grease soaked clothes and showered off,once again polishing my scales until the light reflected off of them. I rolled into bed after brushing my teeth. The wind was blowing over my cool scales and leaving me with a refreshed feeling. I smiled as I stretched out to my full length,letting my snout and tail hang off the bed a bit. My wings and ears went floppy as I began to fall asleep. The door clicked open and Mom walked in. She sat on my bed and began petting me. It put me into a half sleep state. I didn't know why she did that,but I loved it when she did. After ten or so minutes of this,she stood and walked to the door. "Good night Seth",she said as she left. It was not thirty seconds before I gave in. But this is only part of my story. The rest is pretty exciting, so you probably want to hear it.

Venus Keep out. That’s what the sign said, but it did nothing to deter the slender hand that wrapped around the door’s handle, an ear pressed carefully against it, listening. Slowly the handle bent downwards, the faintest of clicks as the latch released and the hand pulled gently, letting the door swing open. Cold air billowed outward from the room like an apparition freed from a tomb. It was cold, and to her relief, it was quiet. She shivered despite the heavy coat she wore. The cold room lay open before her, empty of any other person. Units holding super-chilled vials stood around the room, carefully spaced as their small motors hummed faintly. The walls stood lined with shelves, each holding stacks of carefully labeled sample vials. Each marked with codes that she couldn’t fully decipher. “One of these, one of these.” She mumbled through chattering teeth as she scanned each batch, the cryptic numbers giving no clue as to which she was suppose to grab. Time wasn’t on her side though, she had only a few minutes until they would manage to restore the power, and then they’d catch her in the electronic security net like a mouse after a piece of cheese. She grabbed a nearby stack, removing the top two cases. The third case she flipped open revealing small shiny metal tops of vials that hung inside the case. Dozens lay there, each no bigger than some of the perfume sampler bottles she carried. Running her finger across the tops she selected two vials from near the center, and snapped the case closed. She then stacked the other two back on top. Hopefully it would take a couple days for anyone to notice the missing batches. She would be gone by then, or she planned. The only question was, had she gotten the right vials? She wouldn’t know. She flipped open the small case she’d brought with her, it held two small ice packs that she hoped were enough. Setting the vials into the small case, she knew she had limited time. Stuffing the ill-gotten vials into her coat pocket, she quickly fled the room, carefully closing the door behind her. Outside the hum of the machines faded away, leaving only an eerie silence around her as the latch clicked. Stepping carefully, she managed to get away from the corridor before the popping and beeping noises as the generators began to restore power to the systems. Lights began to flicker as security systems began their automatic reset routines. She just managed to clear the last security door as the electric locks snapped closed with a bang. Around her the regular lights flicked on. The facility was secure again. *** *** *** Breathing a small sigh of relief, she hoped the bosses never realized how deeply flawed their system was to a simple power outage. The battery back up only maintained the samples and the chillers, the main security needed the secondary generators. That small different, that little oversight, now paid dividends in the two small vials that sat in her coat pocket. The small weight was almost unnoticeable in her pocket, no bigger than a large cellphone it was her ticket to a new life. She was so close now; she could almost taste the success, but she knew the risks were enormous. They would fire, jail, and probably sue her if they caught her now. There was no excuse she could give that would save her. She walked down the hall; her coat now draped over one arm as she headed fro the front doors. She stopped a moment at a desk. “Margie, I’m getting a headache from all this flickering light. Do you mind if I take the rest of the afternoon off? Please?” Margie’s sagging jowls were set in a perpetual scowl. She peered over the desk at the young woman, her look reminding Erin of her fourth- grade teacher. Thankfully, Margie’s scowl was only skin deep, and the woman was a sweet as sugar to the staff. “Sure thing, honey, go right ahead.” Her deep southern drawl almost made Erin giggle. “Thanks Margie!” Erin waved. Careful not to run, she strolled towards the exit, and her car. No one had noticed her yet, not one alarm raised or question asked. She smiled, but not too much as the thought of months of planning working out perfectly. She tried to not shake, or look over her shoulder as she headed out under the cameras that lined the parking garage. Every noise made her want to jump, even the pop of the locks on her car as she pressed the fob. Ein slid into the car’s seat, taking a deep breath as she shut the door. Her coat, holding the precious cargo sat on the passenger’s seat. She grabbed the wheel and took several more breaths. “Calm down, deep breath.” She muttered to herself. She had to get off the campus before she could transfer the vials. The cameras were everywhere. The car sprang to life with the simple push of the starter, its quiet electric motor making almost no noise at all. She shifted smoothly into reverse, and then into drive as she wound her way out of the garage. She still counted on her luck, and with that luck no one would notice the thefts for a while. Long enough for her to be far away. One wave to Eugene at the gate and she was free. She stopped again in a nearby strip mall, one too poor to have good cameras posted. Fishing in her pocket she pulled out the small chiller case, and checked it. Still cold to the touch. Reaching under the front passenger seat she grabbed a small cooler, flat, sleek, and full of a canister of refrigerant. It felt icy cold, and condensation formed on it. She popped open the small case and transferred the vials, turning a knob inside to start the chilled fluid pumping around the vials. She hoped it was enough. Then, stuffing it back in the space under the seat, she turned back off down the highway. *** *** *** She looked at the clock. The time was right. She pulled a phone from her car door’s pocket where it had lain hidden. She booted it up, letting the lights flash a few times as she continued her drive, waiting for it to start up. It wasn’t hers, that lay turned off in her purse to hide her location. This was a burner. There was only one number stored it in, and it was pre-paid in cash to only have thirty minutes of talk time with a carrier that had come highly recommended from a friend who engaged in some shadier deals themselves. Finally ready, the phone beeped. She pulled off the highway at the rest stop, taking a minute to calm herself once more. Her slender finger pressed the dial button and she waited. “Do you have the items?” The husky voice came over the phone. “Yeah, I’ve got them.” She replied. A brief pause. “Regular place. One hour.” “Don’t forget my payment!” Erin snapped, but the line was already dead. Barely a minute used, but only twenty minutes remained on the phone. She turned it off and shoved it back in the hiding space, pulling the car back on to the freeway. An hour was enough time. She could make that. *** *** *** Cliché, she mused, as she pulled up to the appointed spot. A warehouse by the docks, on a stormy evening no less. Well, not really evening, since it was barely mid-afternoon, but the gray clouds and wind made it seem later than it was. Looking around though, she had to admit that this bank of old storage warehouses lay isolated and private. Only a lone security guard roamed the premises, and in this weather, he was staying in his little guard hut, not that he cared. She was very glad of her electric engine right now as it didn’t draw his attention when she slid by him in the dim light. He didn’t even look up when her headlights accidentally illuminated the small guardhouse where he sat. She could see him now playing on his phone, not the least bit concerned about her or anyone else on the property. The rendezvous spot was near the back of the buildings. The place was spooky in the quiet dim light. The distant sound of the ocean and the chill breeze from it made it far more dramatic than she felt she needed to be. Why couldn’t they have done this exchange at a coffee shop? She parked the car in a shadow not far from a building marked 17C, and waited. The time dragged by, and she constantly checked the time. Finally, a tap came at her window. She nervously opened the door and stepped out, the small cooler in nervous hand. “Have you got it?” His face was always hidden. He stood with the light behind him, his hoodie drawn up and a long-billed hat of disreputable appearance that sagged over his face enough to hide his features. A black man, neither tall nor short, with a beard that hung scruffily down over his collar. Hardly very remarkable. She probably wouldn’t know him on the street during broad daylight, let alone this miserable stormy half-light. “I do.” She shook slightly as she popped the cooler and pulled out the vials. “Do you have my money?” “You’ll get your payment when we confirm the swap.” His smooth baritone as flat as ever. “No, you pay me now!” Her voice sounded shrill to her own ears. She saw the muscles under his hoodie twitch. “Calm down girl. We want to check the goods. Make sure you didn’t give us a fake.” His voice remained quiet, but there was an undertone of menace in it. “I swear I didn’t.” She trembled. This was not going as well as she expected. “Well, we’ll see.” He motioned, almost imperceptibly. Erin tried to jump away as hands grasped her arms from behind. They pulled cruelly at her, holding her firmly in place as others descended upon her. One pair ripped away the cooler from her fingers, and another took her sight as a blindfold wrapped over her eyes. She tried to scream, but they muffled it by shoving a dirty piece of cloth in her mouth. She felt herself lifted from the ground, and carried by those powerful hands. It wasn’t far, but it was out of the storm. The clang of a metal door suggested she was now inside one of the warehouses. Her struggles only gained derision from the man. His calm voice ran cold. “Don’t struggle, we’re partners after all. You’ll only make things worse. We just want to check the goods.” She could hear him rummaging around in the cooler. The faint tinkle of the glass vials as they knocked against each other in his hands. “Two vials? Hmm. Now that’s interesting. We’re you planning another deal? Perhaps double crossing us? Or were you thinking something else? Perhaps this one is for yourself?” He said, his hand under her chin. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the heat from his breath, the touch of his hand. She tried to respond but the gag muffled any sound she made. “No matter. We will learn the truth.” He said quietly. Erin felt herself pushed down into a chair. Her body held there by the powerful grip on her upper arms. She squirmed, but couldn’t move from her seat. He was a bit farther now, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. “I’d stop struggling if I were you. It’ll only make this worse.” She did for a moment, but hands tugged at her shirt lifting it up. She wanted to move, but the sudden jab in her stomach made her go limp. She could feel the icy coldness spreading through her stomach. The realization dawned on her that they were injecting her with one of the vials. Her mind screamed, but the gag stayed in place. “Now, we wait.” His voice never changed, it stayed hard and cold. *** *** *** Erin found herself released from the hands, her body afire with the icy substance, so cold that it was burning through her. Slowly the icy changed to a real heat as the chemicals began to mutate her body, remodeling her form. The gag fell from her mouth, letting loose the first deep moan that rolled through her. She knew the basics from work, how the serum would change the person’s DNA, causing rapid cell growth and changes, but she never imagined she’d be the one feeling those effects. Her body shifted, her hips popping and shifting on the chair, spilling over the small seat, stretching the fabric of her dress to the limits. She grimaced as she felt her panties cut painfully into her new hips and thighs, but they soon gave way, tearing as the thickness became too much for them to handle. She whimpered slightly, afraid they’d need to cut the dress from her, but a pop and she heard the zipper snap, followed by a tearing sound as it too gave way to the expanding jiggling mass that her hips had become. Her breasts fared no better. She could feel them expanding too. Her back ached almost instantly as they doubled, then tripled in sized. The small strapless bra gave way, it’s hooks bending and snapping, leaving the fabric to float down to her waist, useless as her tits continued to expand, pushing her shirt even higher up her chest until it lay across her collarbone. The cool air made her aware of more, as her nipples responded. Her normally inverted nipples all but popped into the air, swelling, and expanding, turning hard as her breasts reached critical proportions. She could hear the chair creaking underneath her, but so far it held. She could feel pressure between her thighs too as parts of her grew to match the expanse of her body. She dared not think about what she might find if she moved her hand down there, but she could feel it. Her pretty, tiny, pussy was swelling. She could feel it getting moist, like the maw of a beast that craved cock. The thought flitting through her head. Her voice was raw from the moans and shrieks, feeling her body swimming in the chemicals, adding pounds of flesh to what many would consider all the right places, gaining inches were most would count it a good thing. She could feel her terror giving way to other feelings, ones she did not want right now. She could hear the men around her shifting. She was certain they were watching. But they said little, save an occasional ooh or ah as her bust spilled onto her lap. Only her contact said anything at all, a simple comment, lost in a humorless chuckle. “Ah, nice.” His attention on her changing shape. Erin barely registered his comment though. Her mind was starting to feel the effects of the chemicals now. She felt herself drawn into a mental fog, as her thoughts started to squirm and wiggle around in lewd ways. She needed something else, something catering to her new desires. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slight squirt of juices reach her thighs. The idea of money, even the idea of escape, lay subsumed by the wave of her new thoughts. Simple thoughts that made her want to wiggle her newly broad hips. She felt them shake the chair, their mass barely held by the seat as they now stretched twice, perhaps three times as wide as they had just minutes before. She could feel the plumpness of her backside, the jiggle that ran through it as she squirmed. All she wanted right now was the drop to the floor, and let her backside shake in front of these men. Her mind knew it would appeal to them; and that was what she wanted. To be lusted after, taken by any man that would have her right now. Sliding to the floor, she landed on her knees. Slowly she lowered herself down until her tits pressed against the cold concrete floor, the swollen tips sending electric feelings through her as they brushed the ground. Her skirt lay discarded, she yanked her destroyed panties from between her thighs and tossed them away. Raising her bubbly ass into the air, she shook it, feeling the whole thing jiggle as she arched her back against the giant mounds of her breasts. She craved stimulation, and she offered it. But there were no takers. Forcing herself back on to her heels she tried again, letting her hands wander over her breasts, feeling those huge nipples. Even blindfolded she could hear their shuffling about as she rocked her hips enticingly. She played with each taut nipple, her tongue stretching out offering pleasure with each sway of her gigantic breasts. Spreading her knees, she felt herself open, and her fingers began to descend. She felt the massive mons, her fingers sliding over its hairless expanse. The gap between her mighty thighs was gone, her small lips swollen to great size. No longer cute and small, but brutally obscene with long thick lips that spread easily with her hips, the folds parting as her fingers danced over their new fleshy dimensions. She could feel the slickness, the swell of her outer lips, the soft, stretchy dangle of her inner wings all coated with her juices. Her clit was throbbing. She started to rub, letting herself move in time with the motions. Soon one fingers, then another began to feel deeper into her cleft, finding her canal, driving home into her as her breaths became shorter, her moans more pronounced. At first it was just two fingers, but that wasn’t enough, soon it was a third, then a fourth. Finally, the whole of her hand slid into that mammoth hole, sliding in and out as she felt the jiggle of her thighs and the faint slap of her lips against her wrist. Her body ached for more, demanding attention for itself. So consumed by lust and need she barely realized the depth of her changes. All that mattered was sex, and if these men weren’t going to give it to her, then she would make herself cum. It didn’t take her long to let the orgasms shiver through her flesh. For a moment the fog over her mind listed, and she felt herself again, ashamed, and embarrassed, horrified by what she had become. *** *** *** The blindfold had slipped down, and she could see now, her contact leaning against a box barely seen in the dim light. She watched as he slowly raised his hands and clapped. “That was quite a show,” he said, his tone calm and collected. He was not one who could find themselves distracted easily. “I suppose that proves you gave us the good stuff. Pity I had to waste a half a vial proving it. Still, a deal it a deal.” She blinked. The chemicals in her mind were already sloshing again, and she was finding it hard to concentrate. The gag gone she squeaked out some vague attempt at a question, but the moaning had left her hoarse. She, herself, couldn’t even tell what she was trying to say. It could have been about the money. Perhaps it was about her body. Or, just as likely in her stew of a mind, it was probably just her asking for a ride on his cock. She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t even sure she cared. Instead, she just knelt there, her hips swaying slightly as she felt her labia with an idle hand, the long lips nearly touching the ground. She wondered what that would feel like, she almost wanted to try it. The man didn’t bother responding to the unintelligible question. He didn’t even bother responding to anything further at all. Instead, he snapped his fingers and a briefcase was set in front of her by one of the looming dark figures that stood behind her. She glanced up long enough to see the huge muscled arm, wondering if it attached to something just as appealing, and maybe just as fulfilling. To her disappointment it withdrew without touching her. The men turned and left; the small cooler tucked under her contact’s arm. She listened to the retreat of their footsteps, the bang of the door. Frowning she tried to focus. The fog was still heavy on her mind, but it was gone enough for her to look about. Her clothes lay in tatters, her body now voluptuous beyond any human concept. From her narrow waist to the expanses of her bust and hips. She shivered. Grabbing the case she fiddled with the locks, finally getting them to open with a loud pair of clicks. The insides were full of crisp bills, one- hundred-dollar bills in nice neat packs. She snapped the locks closed and grabbed what remained of her clothing and followed the men out, her breasts bobbing and hips shaking with each step. *** *** *** Erin found herself back out in the storm, the rain pelting her and its cold winds sending shivers through her new flesh, both cold and pleasurable. She saw her car not far away, but she found herself unable to run with her new proportions. The design of her new body only allowed her to strut, and sexily at that. She couldn’t make anything faster than a brisk walk, and that still showed off all her new goods. She tossed the ruined clothes and suitcase into her backseat, and then tried to wedge herself into the front. This proved more problematic than she anticipated, and she had to move the seat back several times to make room for her breasts, and her hips barely fit in the vehicle now, pressed tightly between the door and the center console. Nor would the seatbelt fit properly, so she just gave up on it. Once seated she realized several things at once. First that her new mound was quite a bit larger than she realized. It swelled awkwardly under her, pressing hard into the seat cushion. Erin had to shift her legs farther apart, and rotate her hips to let it slide more between her legs, and that only with some generous tugging from her fingers. This put more of her bubbly ass under her. Secondly, that she was still dripping wet down there and had just left a snail trail across her nice seat. She wished she had enough foresight to have put her ruined skirt under her. Finally settled in place she started the engine, trying to figure out how to keep her hands on the wheel with her breasts forcing her arms to shift in oddly angles as she drove, not to mention the sensation of her nipples brushing the wheel as she turned it. Each time resulting in another little surge to her brain that told her she had a new purpose in life. The drive home in the storm was mercifully short, but not so short as she didn’t figure a way to finger herself a little more on the way. *** *** *** The mental fog was returning in force by the time she got home despite her ministrations in the car. Her body was in need. She ached. Her body was demanding that she find something to fill that need. She wondered if anyone would see her in the darkness of the weather. It was late evening now, dark. She parked in a spot she normally would have avoided, just because the light over it was out. All she grabbed was the briefcase and her purse as she wiggled her way out of the car. Twenty steps up she managed to get to her apartment door. No one had whistled, save the wind, and she hoped she could just make it. The rain had plastered her hair down, and she was shivering from the cold. She just barely managed to make it inside her small apartment, letting the briefcase and the purse fall to the side as she locked the door behind her. It was her last conscious act for a while as the fog fully enveloped her mind and she cared only for one thing. Erin gave way to her impulses now, her hips almost brushing the narrow walls of her hallway as she rushed for her bedroom. There she dug out her largest toy, something given to her as a gag gift by some of the girls in college. She’d never been able to fit it before, but now she slammed it home with abandon, letting her muscles squeeze down in the silicone. She panted as she slid it back and forth, letting her lips grip every inch of its length as her mind all but imploded under the pleasure that surged through her. She let herself go slack, feeling her body fall heavily to the bed, the dildo still driven deep inside her where her muscles continued to squeeze pleasantly as she drifted off to sleep. *** *** *** Erin awoke feeling a bit more sated, the toy now lying between her legs, pushed out some time during the night. The shroud that had encapsulated her mind, demanding sex, had released its grip a bit, but she still felt different, less sure. An urge to giggle surfaced. She wasn’t a giggler. The kitchen was her first stop, all the growth and masturbation had taken quite a bit out of her, and she was feeling parched. She downed a whole bottle of water, and then promptly refilled it for a second go round. She knew at the rate she was losing fluids she would need lots of water to keep up with her increased libido. The bathroom was her next stop. She needed to see for herself what they’d done to her. Her mind waffled between morbidly curious and terrified of what she was about to see. Erin already knew the feel. The sway of her new hips with each movement, the bounce of her new breasts. She opened the door and stepped in front of the mirror. The mirror wouldn’t lie to her, and her mind just stood boggling at the shape she now wore. No longer was she the delicate waifish woman she had been. Her hard edges smoothed and rounded into curves that would be an understatement to call generous, save for a waist that made her look waspish between the melon sized breasts and the doorway filling hips. Her booty curved out too, pleasantly rounded into a fine bubble that bounced. She wondered how it would look if she twerked, a part of her wanted to. A part of her that was growing stronger ever moment as her libido returned in force. Already her nipples were firming up, their masses as big around as an old bottle cap. They stood out, each one longer than her thumb. Her dark areola swirling around them the size of a saucer. The biggest change was to the space between her legs. Her once tiny mound, barely a slit on her petite frame, now stretched and bloated. She could see the cleft, inches deep now, the lips stretching well down against her thighs, only split by the tip of her clit and the mass of her delicate inner labial wings that poked through the heavy folds. Erin lifted one leg up onto the tub’s edge, feeling the mass shift and slide against each other, already slick and ready. Tentatively she reached down, pulling the lips apart, revealing the long spread of her inner labia as it framed her hole, the sensuous frills stretching easily with her gentle tugs. She could feel herself spasming with just the simple touches, her clit bouncing slightly as it readied for another round. She knew she was ready, and her body was hoping for an encore of the previous night’s escapades. Perhaps more. She knew she’d give in, but for the moment she marveled at the sensuous body, wondering how she would adapt to it. All it wanted was sex, and to be lusted after. She wouldn’t be able to do desk work, not around men. She’d be in the broom closet in a heart beat sucking them off and demanding to have her holes filed with their cocks. Her fingers played a little more with those long folds, soft as velvet and as sensitive as anything she’d ever felt. She couldn’t bring herself to hate them, or even that her body was no longer the one she knew. The changes felt too good, and she had to resist the urge to play with herself more, at least long enough to turn the water on. But that resistance faded as her new body came under the spray. Her need to be clean overshadowed. Soon the cleanliness gave way to dirty thoughts and her fingers roving all over her body under the pulsing spray. Her mind consumed again by the desire to feel pleasure. *** *** *** She called out to work again. It was the third day in a row now. Not ten minutes later a call came, firing her for no-shows without cause. Erin didn’t care. Her body demanded attention all the time, and there was no way she could go back to the office with these changes. That’d give away the heist, and she’d go to jail. Her mind, of course, now ran dirty thoughts about what fun she might have in jail, but frowned when she realized there’d be no good deep dicking. Leaving here was the only option, and soon. She had to find somewhere better, somewhere that could accommodate her new needs. She sent out a few orders to some online retailers to find some clothes that fit, though she fretted that no pants ever would again. Then again, she thought, why did she need pants? Skirts, that’s what she wanted. Easy access. Several of her orders were for new toys to sate her constant need, including several dildos bigger than any she’d ever had before. She giggled with each purchase. Her mind quickly becoming vapid, empty space as sex and pleasure became the only things that mattered to her. Well, not the only things. She cared how she looked, because sex was easier to get if she looked good. The weeks passed, and she slowly lost the fight to the fog that consumed her mind each day. The rare minutes she wasn’t feeling enshrouded by the fogs she still had problems processing things that used to come with ease before, her mind just not as sharp as it had been. Her body just demanded too much, and it was as if it were slowly starving her brain. She struggled to figure out what to do with this body. She didn’t want to be a prostitute, but it was all but made for the job. She even licked her lips at the idea of regular servicing. But no, she wasn’t there yet. So, what else? A stripper? She’d never last, keeping her hands off the patrons, certainly not during lap dances. Besides, she was different now, and her enormous assets were certainly beyond the norm of any stripper she’d ever seen. Finally, she looked up a ranch in Nevada. She called the owner and made a pitch. He was intrigued. Two weeks later she found herself driving across the nation, with everything she dared take with her stuffed in the vehicle. She left a lot behind, including her name. It didn’t fit her anymore. *** *** *** The beat pounded through the room. Her hips swaying magnificently to each rhythm. She hardly noticed the sway anymore; it was so much a part of her now. Falling into her vamp routine was second nature too, her brain overwhelmed by the rising lust that blurred out all other thoughts. Licking her lips, she studied her prey. Nicely endowed, he might even make her evening worth it. She spied the condom already on his cock as it came to hard attention at her approach. Good, she didn’t need to put it on him. She reveled in her new position, a special attraction. Some men just wanted to have a go at a woman who could take any cock, others were just curious. A few just loved to bury themselves in her massive mound, some cuddling it, others spending their time trying to eat their way to her honey. She enjoyed all of it. Anything that satisfied the unsatiable monster that was her needs for a little while. This one seemed to be up for a few rounds as she slid onto the bed, her hips flaring as she straddled over his aroused cock. Her massive lips dangled down around it now, artfully painted as she’d taken to drawing designs on them between session with body paint. She smiled at his eager expression. Moving her hips back and forth she let the tips of her lips dangle down, brushing the tip of his cock, making it twinge and jump in anticipation. She didn’t need any lube. She just wanted a moment of tease before she let him have her. A giggle escaped her lips, their dark red paint split in a welcoming smile as she offered one of her mammoth breasts to his lips. He took it with gusto, pulling the whole of her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and suckling. She shivered in pleasure. Lowering herself down she felt herself gobble up everything he offered as she pressed his manhood deep into her folds. Yes, he had a nice endowment, but she could have wished for more. But for now? It was enough, and soon her moans echoed over the music. Outside in the parlor the manager of the ranch carefully doled out his ladies of the night to his customers. His latest, the woman who went only by the name of Venus, was now his star attraction. He smiled as he pocketed the large sums that her skills brought in, a line of customers already forming for her unique skills.

Title: project x (pt 3) the calm before the storm by Statick_The_Ferredrox Tags: Sacrifice, War The 3 were sitting at the couch in Rex's apartment watching the super bowl. The T.V. was blaring and the room was full of life. The small room with the small TV being the only light wasn't the fanciest environment but, everyone seemed to be having fun. "And Johnson starts running in for the touchdown and he is at the 50 yard mark he is going, going gone. Can you believe that the colts have done it again." said the announcer. "Hey, he looks kind of sick man, see look at him he looks green." Rex said concerned. "Yeah he does" Feedback said. "No seriously he's all hunched over and he really looks like he's hurting." Rex replied. "Oh yeah, damn he does." Feedback agreed. "Will he be all right" Foxtrott said concerned. "I'm Shure he'll be all right oh and I think the pizza's here." Rex said hearing a car door shut. "Just as I get comfortable." Feedback said. The door opened and it was a lizard dressed in red cargo shorts a red baseball cap and a red tee-shirt. "Hey Foxtrott you have the tip?" Feedback asked. "Uh yeah, I think, hold on and, got it." Foxtrott said pulling out his wallet handing the lizard a five dollar bill. The lizard smiled a toothy grin and thanked them walking away leaving the pizzas on the table. "Now it's a party" Foxtrott said staring at the pizza. "Hell yeah it is." Rex said opening the box. "Cheers to another year together as friends and uh you guys more than friends" Feedback said putting his slice of pizza out joining the others touching the 3 slices together. "Hey look at the announcer he's starting to really look bad." Feedback said. "Oh dude the people in the background are starting to throw up." Rex said. The three were now sitting in shock watching the people bleeding and throwing up dyeing in the seats having. "Oh my god people are dying" said Foxtrott. "Holy shit they're starting to get up their alive but their dead what the hell." Feedback said. All of the sudden they heard a loud band and felt a shockwave blow out the windows turning the power out. "Holy shit check this out." Rex yelled. "Their sending planes into the mix and bombing people fuck!" Rex yelled. "How far is the stadium from here?" Rex said. "Uh it's not that far from here maybe 10 miles." Feedback said. Another explosion rattled the house making the ground shake. "That was closer than ten miles man" Foxtrott said concerned. Yet another explosion destroyed a house nearby making the house rock harder than before. "Fuck we've gotta get out of here." Rex yelled. "Ok I've got some gas masks thank god my dad's a painter" Rex said handing everyone a mask. "Thanks man you saved my ass" Feedback said taking it gratefully. "Hey man thanks you're a life saver". Foxtrott also said "Everyone c'mon guys grab everything you can." Rex yelled throwing a backpack at the others. Foxtrott ran up to his house grabbing some stuff and his favorite clothes in the bag and grabbed his dad's machete from the shed. Rex ran to his room and took a few weapons from the room, a wooden bat and a machete and ran down to the stairs waiting for Feedback. Feedback ran to his home grabbing his katana sword. Everyone regrouped back at Foxtrott's house. "Everyone, hold on wait for my parents" Foxtrott said. "Mom, dad get outta there we've gotta go get outta the house" Foxtrott said looking at them. "Foxtrott get in here the T.V. said to stay in the basement." Foxtrott's dad said motioning him to follow. "No don't listen to them their bombing people you've gotta get the hell outta here they tell you to hide in the basement cause they're bombing us" Foxtrott yelled. "Foxtrott we've gotta get outta here c'mon" Rex yelled grabbing him by the shirt. "No not without my family." He yelled back yanking away. "Foxtrott please just come in the house with us." His mother said sincerely. "NO come with me right the hell now." Foxtrott yelled staring at them hearing the sound of jets coming closer. Rex grabbed him picking him up dragging him away. "No, not without my family." Foxtrott said staring at the house. "It's over man it's too late" Rex said his ears dropping. Foxtrott screamed out "No!" Watching the planes bomb the house turning it to a pile of rubble. "FUCK!" Foxtrott yelled crying on Rex's shoulder. " I'm so sorry" Foxtrott said softly to himself. "Let's get revenge on the fuckers that did this" Rex said strongly. Foxtrott nodded to him determined to get revenge. "Where do we go now?" Feedback said. "I know a place." Rex said. "Whoa look at this everything looks like left for dead" Foxtrott said with tears in his eyes. "shit they have called in soldiers" Rex said punching one of them in the head then snapping his neck taking his gun. "Shit let's move." Rex yelled running as he looked down the scope shooting the soldiers killing 7 putting another clip in making the red mist. "Shit I've been hit." Foxtrott yelled grabbing his arm clenching it in pain. "Ahh die assholes." Rex yelled he crouched up behind a wall with his gun drawn and the others being him then, without and warning he sprung up and shot a soldier in the head getting brains splattered on his face. "Ahh shit that's nasty." Rex said. "Ok we're here." Rex said opening the door. One soldier was in the building and Rex ran up to the shocked troop punched his chest, and then he kneed the soldier in the gut and took out a knife stabbing his upper chest and ripping the knife down destroying the soldier making steaming guts and a pool of blood spill out from him as he fell to the ground. "Ahh what the fuck- why did this- this is disgusting" Foxtrott sputtered and puked on the floor. "C'mon we've gotta go up to the rooftops." Rex said. The three got up to the roof and stared down watching soldiers start puking and dyeing coming back from the dead and climbing on the corpuses to get up to the roof watching helicopters and planes fall out of the skies and soldiers coming up with gas masks. "Shit I can't keep them all off me." Rex said. "I'll jump down everyone save yourselves I'll go. "No don't go Feedback if you're going I'm coming too." I'm sorry I can't let you do that." Feedback said "Uhh guys I can't keep them down much longer." he said slashing another zombie. "I'm sorry goodbye" Feedback said handing Foxtrott the sword. "Don't forget me." Feedback said as he grabbed a tire iron and jumped down. "FUCK NOO!" Foxtrott yelled crying. "C'mon man all this death won't be pointless we'll make it." The two found a small patch of ground with a box of supplies abandon by the owner behind a building out of sight from the soldiers on 3 sides. The two ran to various buildings and looted corpses of soldiers finding and scavenging items they could from the wreckage. The two stared at the sky it was a red sunset with the sight of a destroyed major city buildings on fire and many twisted pieces of metal that used to be aircrafts but were destroyed by pilots dying while flying as it occurred to them that this might really be the end of humanity.

Title: How Hazel Became Oak - Epilogue Tags: lesbian, lesbian sex *Authors Note: This is not a stand-alone story, it is an extended epilogue to another story of mine, 'How Hazel Became Oak.' Which you can also find on Literotica. Don't read this without reading the other story first, this will make no sense on its own. I wrote this in response to a reader comment, with which, having thought about it, I agreed. It replaces the epilogue in the first story, and so the first few paragraphs are repeated here.* \*\*\*\*\* The next morning we lay in each other's arms in Beth's, no, our enormous white bed, unwilling or unable to let go of each other. I voiced what I had been thinking, almost since the night we made love, but without daring to hope. "I am going to change my craft name," I suddenly blurted out. "Whatever for?" Beth looked surprised at my sudden outburst. "Because I'm fed up of being the only person in our coven whose real name is the same as their craft name and because when you say "Hazel" I'll never know whether its my High Priestess talking to her Lore mistress, or my Beth talking to her Hazel. It's my mother's fault, may her soul rest. It was the same for her, except that in her coven, the craft names were after flowers." "What was she called?" "Cow Parsley." "She wasn't!" Beth looked shocked. "No, she was called Rose, but it's the same..." I failed to complete my sentence as Beth hit me with the pillow. After the brief, totally one-sided fight was over, and I had Beth pinned beneath my body kissing her mercilessly into submission. I gave her chance to speak. "You win," she panted, "we can perform the naming ceremony today as part of the thanksgiving. But what name?" She thought for a moment. "Oak." She said, it's a fitting name. You showed yourself worthy of such a strong and steadfast name last night. You will be my Oak. "I love it, it's perfect," I said. And I kissed her. Of course, one thing led to another and it wasn't until very late in the morning, when we were sitting in Beth's cosy kitchen drinking a welcome cup of coffee, that the phone rang. Beth answered. She spoke briefly and said finally, "tell her we'll be there soon," before hanging up the instrument. "That was Ash," she said, with a look of concern on her face, "She says Eve is not herself this morning and she wants us to go over as soon as we can. Ash sounds a bit worried about her. I can't say I was surprised; the Great Rite had been an extraordinarily emotionally and physically draining experience for all of us and we had decided that rest was the most important thing in the immediate aftermath. Eve, in particular, had been exhausted and was in no state to talk, but she was owed an explanation. We were not even sure whether she was fully aware of what had happened. She had given no indication of having even seen either the dark spirit, or Sarah's soul as they left her body at the climax of the rite. I shivered at the memory of the dark shadow that had hovered over Eve's naked form and how she had fought to escape the charmed bonds that held her, even though it was those that ultimately protected her. In any case, we needed to find out from Eve how she had exposed herself to such possession. It does not happen accidentally, Beth was worried that Eve might have indulged in ill-advised occult practices which had laid her open to forces about which she had no knowledge or protection. It was obvious to us that Eve was susceptible to such things, we had to make her understand, for her own safety. We finished our coffee and drove to the small house where Ash lived, calling at my house on the way just so that I could get into some clean clothes. I had, of course, nothing at Beth's and she was two sizes smaller than me. I threw my old clothes off and put new clothes on in the space of two minutes and felt better able to face Eve. I did not know what to expect. I think in her shoes I would have been very angry with us. We let her to go into the rite without telling her what we thought. But Beth had been adamant that she must not know, and I had to trust her judgement in these matters, in which I was a novice. Ash must have seen us pull up outside her pretty, white painted, house because she opened the door to us as we walked up the path. She stepped out to greet us, pulling the door closed, presumably so that Eve could not overhear. "I'm so glad you're here," she said, "Eve seemed to sleep well but it's as though she's in a trance, she's not really talking, just sitting. I don't know what to do, I'm really worried that she's been harmed." Ash seemed on the verge of tears. Beth put her hands-on Ash's shoulders as though to steady her and she gained strength from the touch. "Let's go and talk to her, "Beth said, and we followed Ash into the bright sitting room where Eve sat upright on the sofa, apparently in a daydream. I was shocked by her appearance. She wore only a thick white dressing gown and her skin was deathly pale apart from livid red wheals around the delicate wrists and ankles that protruded from the gown. What had we done to her? Ash and I looked at each other and I could see that she was thinking the same thing. Had we transgressed the most fundamental tenet of our code; to do no harm, to hurt no one? My heart was heavy with shame. If Beth shared our concerns she did not show it. She wasted no time but knelt on the floor on front of Eve and looked carefully into her eyes. She picked up each of Eve's hands in turn and examined her wrists, then did the same with her feet, running her hands gently over her ankles. She looked at Ash, "Have you any witchhazel?" She asked. "Of course, I'll get it," she said and disappeared upstairs. "Hazel, bring me a glass from that cupboard please," she ordered and I complied without question, retrieving a small crystal glass from the glass-fronted sideboard. "Sit here", Beth said, as I placed the glass into her outstretched hand. She fished a small bottle of amber liquid from her pocket and poured some into the glass. She asked the Goddess to bless the drink and wrapping Eve's cold fingers round the glass helped her raise it to her lips. Almost involuntarily she took a sip, and immediately started to cough and choke. "What was that?" I asked as Eve spluttered and Beth patted her on the back. "Fifty year old Brandy," Beth smiled, "I told you yesterday it's what you need after driving out Daemons." To this day I don't know what was in the bottle, Beth insists it was just Brandy and I suppose everyone is entitled to their secrets but whatever it was it had worked its magic by the time Ash had returned with the witchhazel. The relief on her face when she saw the change in Eve was so comical that I burst out laughing. And, as so often, mirth provided the spiritual balm that is the souls ease. Beth became business-like. "Eve, before we talk I need to look you over, you'll need to take your gown off for me, would you like the others to go?" Eve smiled, "No need," she said, "there is not much of me that my sisters are not already familiar with." "Can you stand?" Beth asked. "Yes, of course," Eve replied and Beth helped her to her feet. She untied the belt of the gown and slipped out of it. Ash took it from her and Eve stood naked before us, beautiful, pale skinned Eve, still with the arcane signs of the ritual curling round her breasts and flowing across the softness of her belly to the tip of her labia. Beth examined Eve carefully from head to toe, paying close attention to the henna tattoo with which she had been adorned. "Pop a foot on the sofa for me," Beth said, and Eve did as asked without demur. Beth ran her hands over Eve's thighs and examined her vulva carefully. "Are you in pain?" She asked. "A little tender there, "Eve said, "and my wrists and ankles are quite sore. Beth smiled, "I'm a little tender down there myself, if it makes you feel any better". I blushed bright pink. I could feel the colour in my cheeks and I saw Ash looking at me, speculation written all over her face. I'd tell her about Beth and me as soon as I decently could. I knew she would be delighted. "You'll soon mend," Beth said to Eve, "get dressed, we have a lot to talk about." Ash passed the gown back to Eve and she put it on. Wrapping herself in its warm folds. "I'm sorry to have to put you through that Eve," Beth said as we sat down. "I needed to make sure you were not hurt and to check that the signs were still intact. They are, and I am glad. If they had been disturbed I would have been worried for reasons that will become clear as we talk." "We could do with some tea, " Ash said and headed off to the kitchen. She was right, tea was exactly what we needed. Beth sat next to Eve on the sofa. "Give me your hands," she said. "This might sting a bit at first but it will help the healing," and she began to rub the witchhazel cream into Eve's sore wrists. "You do her ankles Hazel," Beth passed the cream to me and I knelt in front of Eve, lifting her feet onto my thighs. I rubbed the soothing ointment into the sore bands round her ankles and for good measure into her feet. It could only do her good. She sighed a little and closed her eyes, as our hands worked their healing magic. Ash returned from the kitchen with four steaming mugs of tea and we sipped it gratefully, the gentle fragrance of bergamot reassuring and calming. Beth opened the conversation. "Eve", she said, "a lot has happened over the last twenty four hours and I will explain it to the best of my understanding but first I need you to tell me your story. Please start by telling us what you saw, heard and felt last night." Eve thought for a moment before beginning. "I was excited and a little nervous to start with. Of course I knew roughly what to expect, you told me some of it yourself on the day we first met and Ash and Willow spent hours with me so I knew about the symbolism, the history and the stages of the ceremony itself but not the detail of what was going to happen to me." She paused, as if wondering how much she should reveal. "The truth is, the preparation on the day already had me in quite a state. I had been lovingly bathed by two beautiful sisters, my body covered in a heavenly oil, and then I lay naked while they painted this tattoo on my body. It was a highly erotic experience in its own right, so by the time we walked together into the chamber I was almost floating." Ash looked as pleased as anything but did not interrupt Eve's flow. "The whole experience last night was extraordinary; the chamber was incredible, and you were all so beautiful. I was surprised to be tied down, but then I was surprised by everything. I found things out about myself that I was not aware of. "Like what?" Beth asked. "Like how much I enjoyed you undressing me in front of all those people," she said, "I don't know where that urge came from, it's not like me. I look after my body and I'm proud of it, but I don't normally have a desire to show it to the crowd. " "Anything else?" Beth continued to probe. Eve seemed suddenly abashed. "Well something very strange. I had a kind of vision." "Tell me about it," Beth spoke gently, encouraging Eve. She spoke shyly, " It started off as a horrible nightmare. I was stumbling up a steep path, I was cold to my bones so that I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. I don't know where I was going but something drove me forward. I had no shoes and the stones hurt my feet and when I looked at them they were torn and bleeding. I could hear water ahead in the distance, but it was so dark I couldn't see anything. I only knew that if I stopped I would die. All I knew was that I had to reach the water, so I plodded on, crying with the pain. I had no sense of time passing so I don't know how long this went on but gradually I started to feel warmer and the darkness began to lift. I found I could walk freely, with no pain and my feet were somehow healed. When I looked up I saw you, High Priestess. You were close by a lake at the head of a valley surrounded by mountains and alpine meadows full of flowers. It must have been early evening because the sun was low in the sky, and everything was suffused in a golden light. As you walked towards the lakeside, you were laughing and when you reached the shore you stripped off your clothes and ran into the lake, screaming at the cold as you entered the water. There was another woman with you, a tall woman with blond hair, standing on the shore laughing at you. You called her to come in, but she laughed even more and said you were mad. So you came out of the water, the golden light shimmering on your wet skin, and you chased her into the meadow, naked as you were. She let you catch her, and you almost tore the clothes from her body as you lay among the flowers and made love..." She tailed off. I saw the tears in Beth's eyes, but she was not overcome by grief as she had been before. "And then I seemed to wake up, it was as though I had been dreaming but I couldn't have fallen asleep, my whole body was alive and you were in me. I felt your tongue and lips like fire. I was consumed by it and just when I thought I couldn't take any more I felt as though something pierced my soul and I can think of no other word for it than ecstasy." Eve paused, wide eyed with wonder, "Was that the Goddess?" Is that what it feels like?" Beth sighed, "Yes it was Eve, your virginity was taken by the Goddess last night and you will never be the same. You have been blessed as few are in these days. Use that blessing wisely to heal and to bring love as the Goddess asks. You will have an opportunity to give thanks later this afternoon and we are grateful too to have seen and been part of the wonder. Eve I must ask you one more question and then I will try and explain the meaning of your vision, and also tell you what happened last night. Have you ever dabbled in the occult, holding seances, or any other similar activity?" "Never." Eve was emphatic. "I know of the danger of such things I would never play around with them." "Are you sure?" Beth asked, sounding very surprised. "Positive, "Eve sounded certain, "why do you ask?" Beth ignored her question. "Have you ever had a vision before, like you did last night?" "Not like last night," Eve replied, "the only thing that came close is that I had an 'out-of-body' experience once, a few years ago when I was very ill. I almost died in fact." "Tell me about that?" Beth asked, and listened intently as Eve told her story. "I had viral meningitis," she said, "it came on very suddenly. I woke up one morning with a terrible headache and within an hour had collapsed and was rushed to hospital. I don't remember very much about it but apparently it was touch-and- go, and I was unconscious for two or three days. All I remember is having the feeling of floating above my body. I could see the room and the nurses and a lot of equipment with wires and tubes going into my arms. There was a tunnel with a very bright light at the end of it and I felt drawn to it, but something held me back. Then everything went black and when I woke up I felt terrible with a blinding headache, but they told me I was over the worst and would make a full recovery, and they were right. Here I am." "When and where were you then?" Beth asked the question, the answer to which I already knew. "It would have been about four years ago in Mount Ashmore hospital." I looked at Beth and she nodded. "Would it have been around August time?" she asked. "Why yes, how do you know that?" Eve confirmed what I already guessed. And I could see that, for Beth, the last piece of the jigsaw had just been slotted into place. "It's rather a long story," said Beth. "Ash I think we'd like another pot of tea." She took the little bottle of so-called brandy out of her pocket and held it up. "And I think there's enough of this left to add a just a little restorative magic to all four cups." \*\*\*\* I left Beth and Eve in the sitting room, and helped Ash wash up and prepare fresh tea. I wanted to leave them alone in case there was something that they needed to say to each other that they may feel constrained to say in front of others. The moment Ash got me in the kitchen, she shut the door and quizzed me. "What's going on between you and Beth? Something's happened hasn't it?" I told her about Beth and I, and I thought she was going suffocate me, she hugged me so tight. Her face was a picture, tears of happiness ran down her face. "Long, long overdue, what kept you?" She was hugging me one minute, scolding me the next. I hardly knew which way was up. When I could breathe again, I said, "What do you mean, what kept us? It only really happened last night." "You do talk nonsense sometimes Hazel," she was laughing. "It's been obvious since not long after poor Sarah's passing that you two are made for each other. All the sisters know it. I should have started a book on it like those scoundrel twins suggested." I was flabbergasted. "Are you trying to tell me that you lot have been gossiping about your High Priestess and your Lore Mistress behind their back for three years, without a shred of evidence? May the Goddess forgive you. You..." But I couldn't think of any words to express the depth of my love and gratitude to my beautiful sisters, so I just burst into tears, fell into the warmth of Ash's embrace and told her that I loved them all, over and over again. And she cried too and got my hair all wet with tears so it was a sorry looking pair that returned to the sitting room, brimming over with joy and tea. Beth looked at us, "What on earth have you two been doing?" she smiled, as if it wasn't obvious by the skip in our step. "Oh, never mind, pass me the tea and I'll add a little magic," and she shared the contents of her bottle between the four mugs. Beth began her tale. "Some of what I am about to tell you will come as a surprise Eve, and I will answer whatever questions you have, but you must also know that some things are known only to the Goddess, we cannot know the true answer. Four years ago, while you were close to death, my partner Sarah died of cancer in the same hospital. While her death was anticipated - she had, after all, a rapidly progressing terminal illness - she had been expected to live for several weeks longer. In fact, she was in hospital only for a short period of palliative treatment. I was not with her at the time she died and so I never had a chance to say goodbye. I know that somehow Sarah's' soul entered your body. Why? I can't know, but I suspect her need to say goodbye to me, or to allow me to say goodbye to her was so great she found a way to 'stay behind' as it were. This has something to do with your out-of-body experience, but it is not something I can explain." Beth paused, wiping away a tear. She took a sip of tea and that seemed to restore her. Ash and I were simply weeping silently, as Beth re-lived her pain. I vowed that, if I could help it, it would be for the last time. "I know it was Sarah, because of your vision. During the rite you experienced one of Sarah's memories. It was in the Italian alps, not from Monte Bianco, we had been walking up one of the side valleys and came upon a lake, just as the sun was going down. I swam, Sarah refused to come into the water, and we made love in the alpine meadow, under the sky." Beth paused again. "It was the first time we made love," she said quietly. "What about the nightmare part of the vision?" Eve asked. What memory of Sarah's was that? "I was coming on to that," Beth composed herself. "That was not Sarah. Somehow, and probably at the same time, a dark spirit also entered your body. I don't know how it came to be within you, or its exact nature and purpose, other than to say such forces are always malign. You may, on looking back be able to discern its influence over you. However, I believe that its purpose was probably frustrated by Sarah's presence and that its possession will have no lasting effects." Beth looked at Eve closely, Eve seemed deep in thought. "I know this is probably rather a lot to take in," she said. "I was wondering what ill effects the horrible thing might have caused. I just can't think," she said, sounding worried, as well she might. "This might sound like an odd question," said Beth, "but why were you still virgin until last night?" Eve thought for a moment, "something always held me back," she said. "Sometimes right at the last minute. I have never felt able to let anyone penetrate me, or even bring me to orgasm, even though I love my body being touched and I am happy to bring myself to a climax and do so quite frequently." "That might be one of the effects," Beth said. "A malevolent spirit might well attempt to frustrate the fulfilment of loving relationships. They are the work of the Goddess and the dark forces ever seek to counter them. If so, the daemon was ultimately the cause of its own demise, for had you not been a virgin you could not have been our Chosen One and its banishment would have been at best delayed, and at worst avoided. This is the way of the Goddess, using the very machinations of the evil ones to accomplish their undoing. But I am speculating beyond my knowledge and can only tell you what I surmise." "Let us talk about the rite itself," Beth moved the conversation forward. "When we first met I saw that you were possessed, and I thought by Sarah but I also perceived something of the dark spirit in you. And now I must apologise. I decided to proceed with the ritual, knowing this, but without telling you what I suspected. In my defence it did not occur to me that both Sarah and some other spirit could reside in the one person. But it is to my shame that in my arrogance I did not seek guidance from those more learned than me. It is by the grace and blessing of the Goddess that all has come right." Eve interrupted, "High Priestess, your apology is not needed. My heart tells me that you were guided by the Goddess in this and if these marks around my wrists and ankles are the price to be paid to be my own soul again then I count myself fortunate." Beth nodded her head, sadly, "and yet there is more for which I must ask your forgiveness. At the crux of the rite, as your orgasm approached, the dark force was expelled. You experienced that through the dark vision you related earlier. Thanks to the magical hands of sister Hazel, the power of my own orgasm was sufficient to expel the Daemon, but to banish it, I withdrew the Athame, with which I had already partially penetrated you. You were on the cusp of orgasm, but you did not reach your climax. It was at that point you received the burns from your bonds. The daemon attempted to resist expulsion by forcing your body out of the sacred circle. I knew that this was always a possibility, and that is why I had you bound to the altar. Those ties caused hurt to you for which I am deeply sorry, but they preserved your life. The signs that Ash and Willow painted so lovingly on your, body also served to prevent the spirit from re-entering you. That is why I needed to see them earlier, to make sure they were intact. Had they not been I would have been worried that the daemon was yet within you. Happily, there is no sign and I am sure you a free of it. When I saw the shadow. I believed that the daemon had misled me into believing that it was Sarah whose soul was co-resident with yours. Now looking back, I was blinded and a fool. For what purpose would a spirit attempt such a subterfuge? I was bound to try and free the spirit of my lost love and so come into direct conflict with it. Perhaps it believed it could overpower me and be freed to roam the earthly plane. I know nothing of its foul motivation but I should not have abandoned you to my own self-pity." Beth bowed her head. and this time I was unable to think of a way to lighten her load. Eve spoke again. "And yet I achieved a climax which lifted me to the heavens and from which even now my body still tingles, how did that happen?" "It was your sister Hazel, Eve. It was she, not I, who freed Sarah, bringing you the vision of our sojourn by the lake. And when you returned to reality, Sarah having departed, it was her lips and tongue that initiated the sacred climax and raised the fire within you, and her penetration with the Athame that took your virginity and allowed the Goddess to enter you. Eve looked at me with eyes wide. "Is this true?" She said. "It is partly true," I said. "It is true that the High Priestess was overcome for a few minutes and that she calls it self-pity and is ashamed. But it is also true that she expended her energy extravagantly to first expel and then banish the daemon that was within you and that she then recovered herself so as to enable you and I to simultaneously climax. Neither of our orgasm's alone would have been enough to free Sarah, nor would the Goddess have been able to fulfil you so completely. I was the earthly agent of your climax it is true, but I was but a channel, guided by the High Priestess and the Goddess and you must thank them both without reserve. You are truly Chosen and have been from the beginning by forces beyond our human understanding." And then, to my eternal shame, and to this day my face burns when I think about it, I could not help adding, "and now that Sarah has left your body, I'd love to know whether you still fantasise about having your toes sucked." Even Beth had to laugh, and I knew that she and Eve would need to talk more in private but that apart from some minor abrasions we had done no harm. We had much to be thankful for and so we set off to the thanksgiving ceremony in which I was to be newly named Oak with love in our hearts. And, in Ash, an ill-concealed desire to tell the sisters that the budding love they had long observed between their High Priestess and Hazel, Lore Mistress was now in full and glorious flower. \*\*\*\* And that is the story of how Hazel became Oak, how a trapped soul was freed and how I found my soul-mate all on one eventful all hallows eve. May the Goddess protect you.

By that point, it was both hopeless and pointless to try and pretend things were fine, or anywhere remotely close to it. Her bra was barely there, she could feel her chest swelling after tapping into her arousal, and the amount of people coming closer to the front door was enough to get her to curse beneath her breath, only to place both hands over her mouth as if trying to capture the words before they floated too freely. Despite it all, Kurimi still managed to put on a brave face and a slightly-fractured smile, even when the person in the front of the line was very clearly not looking at her face. A moment of awkward silence followed, where both of them tried to pretend like the obvious wasn’t happening. The customer, a kobold who needed to carry around a small bench just to reach the top of the counter, had her eyes darting between the engorged set of milkers in front of her and the tipping jar. On occasion, she’d look up at the poster, and it was obvious her mind was struggling to accept what was going on in front of her; the math was obvious, the result… not that believable. Maybe it was just a trick, an illusion, but it was one the ‘bold wanted to see happen. Despite Kurimi’s weak protestations, the customer opened her wallet and dropped a twenty in the jar, taking care to do it as far away from the feline as possible while still technically holding her place in the line. The cat herself could do naught but stare as the bill slowly made its way down to join its brethren, there to mock her and make an already terribly embarrassing day even “worse”. She wanted to feel bad about it, but it was hard to do so when her brain was being told, in no uncertain terms, that she was supposed to be enjoying that to its fullest extent. Her tongue practically lolled out of her mouth when the next growth burst hit, leaving her feeling tight on the outside just as much as within, at least until the straps on her bra gave up and her bust was set free. Already it was flowing freely, small spouts of cream erupting from her surprisingly-large nipples, creating two small streams of milk that ran onto the ground in front of the counter. Then, the growth. Or the filling, rather; whatever was happening to her wasn’t the usual, or perhaps it was just that, but magnified a thousandfold. It was hard to tell when she could barely keep her mouth shut or throat from making undignified noises; all Kurimi knew at that moment was that her breasts were swelling again, bloating with their bounty and taking up an increasingly large share of the space in front of her. She was sweating, shaking and felt an intense need to scream, and yet the words “stop” or “no more” seemed to be mysteriously vacant from her vocabulary, replaced with a dozen synonyms for “more” or “bigger”. Her sheer, unfettered embarrassment had peaked and then gone over, a stack overflow of milky proportions that sent her careening back to needing what was going on with her. If she had control of her voice, Kurimi might just have asked people to put money in the jar; as it stood though, she felt that cycling through the alphabet one and a half times was good enough.. For now, of course. The kobold signalled for the next person in line to walk up, having decided to serve herself by hopping onto the counter and grabbing herself a cup from behind it, then just sitting underneath one of the milky waterfalls and enjoying a good drink, having figured that it was just normal for that place to work like that. Most of the people waiting to be served were either regulars who came at that hour or people who were otherwise aware of the cat’s proclivities for growth, hence why none of them were all that impressed or surprised at the obviously unsanitary display in front of them. In fact, given the context, they all probably assumed it was above board, hence why they seemed perfectly content with throwing even more cash into the jar without even thinking, the feline’s weak complaints not nearly enough to convince them to stop. It was for the good of the establishment, after all. There was no more concern left in Kurimi’s mind for actually doing her job; if people wanted to be served, they could grab a glass and get busy, much like the kobold under the counter did. If they wanted any food to go along with it, she excused herself and made up something about “running a special” that day, giving the folks in the kitchen a reason to watch as her bust continued to grow out of control. The rivulets of milk had turned into small spouts, arching slightly before splattering loudly onto the floor and making a mess of the place, while the counter itself groaned under the combined weight of who knows how many gallons of milk a whole lot of breastflesh. From her vantage point behind it, Kurimi could see it start to crack in multiple spots, though given how her breasts were already too large for her to see over them, that was the least of her concerns. Then again, what was she to do? Moving from her place was impossible, as was getting anyone to help her do that; though the cat wasn’t actually carrying them, she could feel the weight of those milktanks just by trying to pull back on them, and knew damn well no one in that building would ever be able to lift them. And she’d be damned if she let anyone but the staff touch her bust like that. No, she was well and truly stuck there, unable to do anything about the constant influx of customers who thought it was funny to offer a comment or two about how stuffed she looked before dropping even more money into the tipping jar. At least the nominal aim of that thing was being achieved; there were probably a few hundred bucks there already, though it was probably going to go towards repairing damages and cleaning the floor. Mostly the damage, given what happened next. It all took place in such quick succession that, even looking back with the benefit of hindsight, Kurimi still couldn’t piece everything back together. In one moment she was fine (for a given value of “fine”), the counter was in its place, her bust was swelling faster than ever and the sloshing was getting overpowered by the odd sounds of wood splintering and something creaking heavily. In the next, not only was she on her knees, not only were her breasts on the floor, not only was the milk starting to pool over and around her… but the counter was gone. And she was almost certain she was going to have to pay that out of pocket; either that or tapping into the tipping jar, thus invalidating the whole point of that exercise. If that weren’t enough, her chest was swelling at an increasingly faster pace, to the point where sizes she’d once considered to be her absolute biggest breezed by without a thought for what she might think. Kurimi was forced to watch as her bust began to concentrate most of her body mass, the rest of her being little more than a feline accoutrement on a pair of milk makers that dominated a large chunk of the diner’s floor. Her face was bright red enough that it could probably be seen in the dark, and for just a moment, she snapped herself back to reality. “They’re… g-good lord, they’re so big,” she mumbled to herself, perhaps not as quietly as she might’ve hoped, “they have to be done growing right… right…?” Kurimi was unsure who exactly she was asking that of. Perhaps part of her hoped that by verbalizing the thought then her breasts would stop growing. Perhaps most of her hoped that the exact opposite happened, even if she’d never admit to such a thing. Only one thing was for certain: she was no longer in control. Her body was the smallest part of her now, affixed to a pair of breasts large enough that she could use them as body pillow, too full to really be snuggled up against, too sensitive to even be touched. And yet she could do naught but touch them, rub them, press them, knead them, milk them, not knowing if she did so for the sake of emptying out or enjoying herself for as long as that growth burst lasted. Perhaps it was a mixture of all those things, and the cat had lost the ability to make sense of things. Maybe she liked it. Maybe she wanted more of it. Maybe she pointed out that the tip jar was still intact. The only certainty was that of increasing weight, the mounting pressure and increasing amount of fluffy, overstuffed fur she had to splay herself on. To a certain point, she did worry about any damage that might’ve happened, seeing as the counter had broken underneath her, but it was slightly difficult to really care that much when one’s bosom was filled and swollen to the degree hers was, and when the many customers pouring in were already having to be careful not to move in front of her. The milk wasn’t yet being jettisoned out of her tits, but that didn’t mean it was safe to stand anywhere near her; the ground was a complete mess of running cream, the drains were just then activating, and a few of the people around her began to wonder if there would be an end to the madness. Most of them probably assumed it was all part of a plan, given the announcement on the wall, but surely if it was nothing but a publicity stunt, then Kurimi’s face shouldn’t be as bright red as the tip of her ears, both of which were bordering on the incandescent, even shining through her sweat-matted coat of fur. Surely, if everything was under control, this employee wouldn’t be throatily moaning about how good it was to be so full, or how she wanted more, or a whole number of things that made the most impressionable among them start blushing almost as furiously as the cat was. It was impossible to tell if the growth was being caused by the weird, self-feeding psychological effect of the tipping jar, assuming such a thing existed at all in the first place, or by her breasts having gone into full production overdrive mode. Very rarely did she lose control of them to that degree, and every other instance had been somewhere private, where the main perpetrator could at least help her milk herself down after they were done teasing her about their size and milkiness; in a public setting, not only did she not trust anyone to do that, but there wasn’t any convenient brake to stop her from just carrying on like there was no tomorrow. Not that the cat particularly cared, of course; every second introduced her to a new world of sensations she never thought achievable, in ways she’d never imagined and in the most direct way possible. She felt her spine being overloaded with confusing signals, the pain of having to bend herself to accommodate for her growing breasts mixing in with every neuron on their surface flaring whenever they rubbed against the floor or gained another inch. It clouded her mind and left it an incomprehensible mess, until all she could do was moan, pant heavily and gasp for breath, all while her weak, not-at-all genuine protestations turned into demands for a bigger, fuller bust, occasionally mumbled underneath her breath, mostly spoken loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. It had to end, though. Her body still had its limits, even if not in size; after enough time, her breasts simply grew large enough to be able to output about as much as they were making, creating this odd balance whereby they still tried to bloat to even larger dimensions, but found themselves capable of venting all of her excess cream. Not exactly the best for the lust-addled feline attached to them, but it gave everyone else in the room enough time to think about what to do next. They could carry on like nothing happened, accept that it was just a normal thing that happened in the establishment… or they could actively attempt to feed it even more; the tipping jar, against all odds, was still intact, despite having been shoved onto the ground a few minutes before. So it was that whoever was left dug deep into their wallets, finding whatever cash they still had in there, and began throwing it into the glass container. None of it really did anything for Kurimi; her body had reached its apex, and despite her having surrendered to the notion that she would keep on growing forever, insisted on remaining stable. To say this was immensely disappointing would be an understatement; after several minutes passed with no changes to her breasts’ size whatsoever, a few of her patrons began to eye the tipping jar suspiciously, perhaps wondering if they could get away with retrieving some money off the top without anyone noticing, even if most were content with admiring the piece of art that was the cat’s bosom. Kurimi, meanwhile, was having an entirely different experience altogether. Unbeknownst to everyone else present, the tipping was having an effect on her, just one that wasn’t immediately visible. Though initially she was too occupied trying to find where she left her ability to breathe properly, and then had to spend some time moaning to herself about how amazing it felt to have a literal bed of milky udders, she began to notice something strange, something she had never felt before. The pressure was still there, as usual, but there was something… more. A strength, a seed, building up inside of her, within each milky breast, growing greater in power while remaining the same, infinitesimally small size; it was an idea more than anything, an anticipation, the knowledge that it was going to do something. It took until those tiny pinpricks began to emanate large shockwaves inside of her for the cat to put two and two together, only then realizing that what she was feeling was another growth spurt… and a big one, judging from how much she was rumbling. It was odd that no one else seemed to see it, because those tits of hers were absolutely quivering and vibrating enough for her to feel it. Not that it was the only odd thing she felt. The sense of impending doom wasn’t circumscribed to her chest; while at first it might’ve been focused there, the same kind of budding pressure crash, the exact same mounting warmth turned to unbearable heat began to spread through her torso and towards her backside. Pitifully undersized compared to the mounds on her chest, part of her welcomed the change; would be nice to have an ass that was at least half as big as her tits, even if it meant tearing through her uniform. Wasn’t until the reality of the situation hit her that Kurimi began to actually panic: there wasn’t any room for her. Frantically, she begged for her customers to leave, tripping and tumbling over her words before finding the correct sequence of noises that imparted upon them the urgency of getting out of dodge before her body went completely crazy. Many failed to understand, though they wisely decided to follow the minority that got the idea and ran as fast as they could towards the exit. Just in time as well; the moment the last person closed the door behind them, Kurimi allowed the floodgates to open, having been exercising the last remaining shreds of willpower to stop everyone around her from getting smothered against a wall. … though that was an interesting thought. That momentary distraction was all it took. Time ceased to mean anything as the monumental energy stored inside of her burst forth in every direction, coming in waves that each added so much size and weight to her bust and rear that even the feline couldn’t keep track of it. She was just vaguely aware of the sounds of the rest of the counter being turned into splinters, the chairs and tables scraping against the floor as they were pushed to opposite sides of the room, the shouting and screaming coming from behind her as the rest of the staff worked to lock every door to the backroom areas. The main dining floor was her turf now, hers to expand into and bloat over, to occupy and turn into her playground-cum-prison. And she was fine with that; so long as it kept coming, packaged in the overwhelming combination of pressure, pain and raw pleasure that it had been, she couldn’t care less. Perhaps an hour had passed. Her growth began to falter, the spurt having run out of fuel sometime after she felt the room itself begin to press on her from every direction. One breast and cheek to one wall, the others on the opposite side feeling the exact same, the ceiling just barely grazing her body. She was locked in place, unable to move, squeezed on one side by half a room’s worth of tits, on the other by a similarly-sized volume of soft asscheeks. It was heaven for her, especially when everything in front of her was producing the most delicious, constant sloshing sound, smooth waves on a warm shore… except significantly more arousing, for one hopes to be obvious reasons. The thought of getting out of there didn’t cross her mind. And neither did the issue of how her ass was going to be shrunk. All that mattered was it was finally over, and she deserved some rest. A cat nap.

Tags: Inflatable Clothing, Female Inflation, floating Text: Kim walked along Pacificana Avenue with a confident stride, for she knew that she definitely was qualified for one of best surf teams out there, the Venusian Wave Riders. She heard that the all-girl club had sort of an elitist attitude, but she figured they were always like that towards novices. As she turned left down an alley and headed towards the end, she spotted the small wood house at the end. When she got there, she checked the address. "2345, this is it!' she happily remarked. She knocked on the door and waited for one of the club members to open the door and welcome her in. After a brief moment the door opened and a tall blonde-haired green eyed girl in a white Quicksilver shirt and blue Hawaiian board shorts answered. "You're Kim, right?" The girl calmly inquired. "That's me! Is everyone here?" "They sure are! Come on in! We're waiting for you!" The blonde led Kim into the house and lead her towards the main meeting room of the little bungalow. It was a small house, but it was very well kept up. Just before Kim and the girl entered the meeting room, Kim noticed a large display case full of trophies. She was astonished by how many were crammed into it. The awards came from many major surfing competitions, from Hawaii to Fiji, to Huntington Beach. She also noticed that they were all first or grand prizes, so she knew that these girls were definitely top-class material in the surfing world. Following the blonde into the meeting room, the slender dark-haired tan-skinned Chinese-American swished her short shiny jet-black hair and was almost blinded by the light coming in through the large windows of the room. The end of the large room had three large windows which gave a view of the beautiful public beach and the waves constantly creeping in and crashing on shore while tourists, swimmers, and little kids wandered around on the dry white sand. Five girls were already seated on a large couch and discussed tactics for surfing during harsh weather; they all immediately stopped and noticed Kim and the blonde. "Ladies, may I present to you Kim Lung, our newest recruit!" "Hello! How are you?" "Pretty good." Mumbled a blue-eyed tall blonde sitting at the far end. "So, we've got some fresh meat here again?" Wise-cracked the red-head sitting next to her. "Kim, here are the members of our prestigious club." The green-eyed blonde began to introduce the girls. "At the end here we have Shelly Strummers, she took the gold at the Fiji International invitational back in 2000." The blonde Shelly nodded casually towards the girl's introduction, obviously not to flattered with it. "Next to her is Courtney Lakes, she won in both Maui and Australia this summer." "Eh, it was nothin', I coulda' done better." Courtney sarcastically remarked. "Also we have here Jenny Collins, she's our PR girl and winner of last month's Surf-o-Rama 2002." "Meh." slurred the slumped brunette sitting at the other far end. "Next to her..." The blonde continued. "...is Mandy Drakes, the 'Terrific Tuber' as the paper calls her." "Hey, who said you could call me that?" the raven-haired Mandy rebutted. "And last but not least, we have our club leader, Tiffany Howland! She's the best surfer of us all! She's won too many competitions to discuss right now." "But of course." Tiffany smiled. "And I am Tracy Hayes! Welcome to the club Kim." "Ahem Tracy." Tiffany coughed and stood up. "Remember, she isn't a part of us yet." "Oh, sorry. I'm just a bit excited that we have a new member in the club." "Oh, no need to apologize Tracy." Tiffany slyly grinned and looked towards Kim. "She needs to give us a display of her prowess." "I'll be glad to Tiffany!" Kim chirped. "But all I brought was my wetsuit and my snorkeling gear in my bag here. I wasn't expecting to surf today, I thought we were just having a meeting." "Well Kim..." Shelly stood up and walked towards Kim "Shouldn't a surfer always be prepared to prove their worth?" "Uh, I guess." Kim stuttered. She felt somewhat uneasy around this imposing group. "I guess we can lend you a board." Jenny said. "Now get dressed and be prepared to shred some waves, that is if you can." Tiffany snidely demanded. All the girls except for Tracy and Kim laughed. As Kim squeezed into her full-body black wetsuit within the dressing room, she wondered if she was really comfortable with this club. "They seem sort of competitive and bossy, but I guess that's what you need to be when you surf at their level!" Kim pondered After she suited up and grabbed one of the boards in the equipment shack, Kim walked towards the beach to meet the girls. "Well it's about time slowpoke!" Mandy hollered. "It's freezing out here!" "So Kim, ready to prove yourself?" Said Tiffany. "Am I ever!" Kim ran towards the surf excitedly and splashed into the water with a large splash when she reached deeper depths. She swam around scouting out for some waves to catch. Finally she found a nice large one just beginning to swell up about ten meters away. Kim briskly swam alongside the expanding watery hump and right when it began to peak and crash at one end, Kim stood upon her board, balanced herself, and rode the wave. She rode it for quite a distance, skillfully weaving around and slicing alongside the churning wall of seawater. Her wet black hair swung and flapped around in the wind and her shiny black wetsuit glistened in the late-morning sun. She felt absolutely thrilled. Finally after a half hour of catching waves and riding them, she swam back towards shore and the girls. Tracy ran towards Kim clapping her hands. "Wow! That was incredible Kim! You really cut through those waves like hell!" "Thanks Tracy. I come out here when I can. I find new ways of taming the waves everyday." "So girls!" Tracy turned towards the five. "What do you think?" The five girls looked at each other seriously, Jenny let a crooked smile cross her lips briefly and Tiffany spoke up. "Well, we all discussed your 'moves' out there Kim. And unfortunately, we don't think you're fit for our club." "What!?" Kim gasped. "But, I didn't wipe out once out there! And did you see that big tube that I rode?" "You flew through a tube? Didn't catch that one." Courtney sarcastically snarled. "As you can see, you might have done some moves that could have impressed us, but unfortunately, we didn't. We were too busy talking about other things during your performance." "But..." Tears were beginning to well up in Kim's eyes. "After seeing your mediocre performance out there, we probably wouldn't have missed much. Kim was flabbergasted. She felt this dark blob of grief fill her heart. It almost felt like it caused it to stop pumping. She dropped the surfboard and ran away, trying to fight back the tears filling her eyes so nobody would see her cry. "Well, she took it better than some of the others who came this week." chortled Shelly. "Good riddance, we're fine as we are right now. And with our current winning streak, we wouldn't want her mediocrity spoiling our perfect record." Tiffany said. "Well, shall we go back girls? I could use some lunch." Everyone nodded in agreement with Tiffany, except for Tracy who just stood away from the group, disgusted by their blatant snubbing of Kim. "So Tracy, how about you? Wanna' come by the burger joint with us?" Courtney asked. "I've lost my appetite." Tracy then turned away and walked towards the direction where Kim ran off. "Hmph, what bit her in the ass?" Jenny remarked. Kim lay face down on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably into her pillow. She was absolutely heartbroken by the cruel refusal by the Venusian Wave Riders. "They never gave me a chance. Why did they have to be so heartless?" Thought Kim. She kept crying into her pillow until she heard a knock at her door. Kim jumped up quickly, but she sunk back down into her bed. A voice called out. "Kim! It's me, Tracy! Can I come in?" "Are you going to embarrass me any more? If not, you can just leave!" Kim shouted. "Kim! Please listen to me! Let's talk about this! I'm totally sorry about what happened. Those girls had no right to insult you the way they did out there!" Kim wiped her teary red face and got off her bed. She opened the door and welcomed Tracy into her little apartment room. "Kim, I'm so sorry about what happened." Tracy wrapped her arms around Kim and gave her a reassuring hug. "But why? Why did they reject me?" Kim pleaded. "Well, I guess there's many things I can say about those girls, but I'll choose a simple explanation here, they're bitches." "No duh." Kim grumbled. "By the way Kim, you're still in your wetsuit." Tracy pointed out. "I know. I was so sad that I just rushed here and immediately started crying in bed." "I can understand, I'd cry too if I were you. Mind if I sit down Kim?" "Sure." Kim pointed out a beanbag chair near her bed and Tracy sat down. "Kim, as you can tell, the girls in my club aren't exactly the most open group on this beach, in fact they've turned down a bunch of great surfers like you." "Really?" "Yeah, they were all good, but I think you were the best one yet! Compared to the skills of the girls, you could easily match those sluts." "I still can't believe they turned me down." "They're really paranoid about losing their winning streak, and they really want to keep it going." "Hmmph, well I bet they're actually crappy surfers themselves!" "Well, they are good, but I've never seen any of them do that perfect run you did out there." "Can you do something to let me in?" "Why? They'll just make you feel horrible, plus they'll never accept you." "I see." Tracy and Kim sat silent for a minute, until Tracy spoke up with a bright look her face. "Hee hee, I'd love to see those jerks get humiliated big time at one of those 'high and mighty' meets they show off at." "Me too." Kim concurred. "Hey! We should pull a prank on them! Something that will really screw them over!" "I don't want to hurt them." Kim said. "Oh we won't hurt them, but we will ruffle their feathers though! But what can we do to embarrass in front of everyone here?" "Well, maybe we can, uh, wait." Kim wrinkled her nose a bit and started sniffling. "Gotta sneeze?" "Yeah, it's a bi... i.... Ah... ah.. ahhhhhh!" Just before Kim could sneeze, she lifted up her wetsuit's neckline and put her mouth towards the opening. "WACHOOOO!" Kim's wetsuit swelled up a bit from the sneeze that entered it. "Bless you!" Tracy excused. Kim felt funny with the air that she blew into her suit. "Huh, that was weird. Good thing I didn't sneeze harder, or I might have blown myself up like a balloon! Hah!" "That's it!" Tracy shouted! "What's what?" "The suits! Blow them up like balloons! We can blow their wetsuits up!" "Whose wetsuits?" Suddenly Kim realized what Tracy was talking about. "Ohhhh, I see! Now that would be funny!" "Just think how freaked out they'd get when their suits started inflating like rubber party balloons!" "They wouldn't be able to move! It'd just be like a cartoon!" "Or even better yet, fill them up with helium!" "Oh yeah! Then they'd float away! That'd be a hoot!" "And you know what Kim? We can do it! With this upcoming surf meet on Saturday, the brats are going to be modeling these new neoprene/latex hybrid suits for this company. They are supposed to be ultra-flexible and stretchy!" "Oo! Even better! Also my father works on these special compressed gas pellets for these companies! I'll see if he's got some that release helium!" "How much can they let out?" "A lot! These girls are gonna' be really big if we stuck them inside their suits." "Excellent Kim! You think we can do this by Saturday? We've got only two days?" "I'm sure I can nab the pellets tonight!" "And I can sneak them into their wetsuits before they slip them on! How big are they?" "They are really small, which is quite amazing for the amount of gas they hold. They are the size of a tiny pebble and can hold about 20 psi. I don't think they'll notice them." "So, you wanna' do it?" "You bet I do!" "All right then! These brats will be flying over the waves higher than they ever could hope for. Heh heh." It was a sunny Saturday morning at Pacificana Beach. A large crowd had gathered for the big surfing event. People from all over the state had come to compete and strut their stuff on the waves. Courtney, Shelly, Mandy, Jenny, and Tiffany were standing around under their tarp, being interviewed by a news crew. "So Tiffany, what do you think of these state-of-the-art Soothex Wetsuits?" A reporter questioned the group of girls whom were clad from toe to neck in the glossy black rubber suits. The suits even had mitts and booties on them, and there were no seams whatsoever to be seen on them. They had the sleek dark-blue Soothex logo spread along the side of the right thigh. "We love them Rick! We think any serious surfer should definitely consider these suits, especially since they show off our wonderful figures so well!" "And that's one of the main reason's we're selling them! Plus they are designed for maximum comfort and flexibility. They are air-tight too, so that no water can seep in and hinder your movement!" "We the Venusian Wave Riders support these news suits 100% Rick! And we're happy you chose us to test them out." "We're glad that you stepped up to the challenge! Plus since you're all such fine surfers, we'll get a lot of attention!" "Well, its time for us to shred those waves in half. Ready girls?" "Uh Tiffany? I feel something in my suit. Something really tiny, but round." Shelly spoke out. "Don't worry, some sand probably got into your suit while you were changing. I feel a little something too. Besides, we don't want to delay our electrifying performancy any more." The girls picked up their boards and walked towards the surf. People in the audience took notice of the five girls all dressed in the shiny wetsuits. Some of the wilder guys in the crowd wolf-whistled and hooted at them. Meanwhile, behind a lifeguard tower, Kim and Tracy watched the action. "Well, this is it! Shall you do the honors Kim?" "With pleasure." Kim smiled as she picked up a control device with an antenna and clicked the single button on it. She giggled with glee as she pushed the button." Suddenly all the girls stopped dead in their tracks just as a loud hissing sound began to emit from their suits. All but Tiffany dropped their board and started feeling themselves. "Wha, what's goin' on!?" Jenny panicked "There's something filling my suit! It feels like, gas!" Mandy yelled. The suits began to noticeably bulge out. The feminine curvy figures began to plump out like hot dogs in a microwave. All the girls could do was gawk and gasp at their expanding wetsuits. "Holy crap! Our suits are blowing up like balloons!" Jenny screamed. "Noooo! My figure!" The vain Shelly yelped. "How's this happening? Somebody please stop it! Stoooooop!" Courtney yelled out in futility. All Tiffany could do was stare down at the ever-expanding mass of black rubber that was her wetsuit. She was sweating bullets and thinking... "And to think, they're getting all this on TV." The TV cameras near the crowd were catching every second of the wetsuits inflating. All people in the stands could do was gawk at the spectacle. Most people thought this was some wacky PR stunt, most of the surfer dudes and beach bums just said 'Woah' ad infinitum. The wetsuits' midsections were now bulging out into well-rounded spheres with a circumference of at least three feet. The legs and the arms were also swelling into plump weenie-balloon shapes. All the girls could do now was waddle around helplessly and cry out for help that wouldn't come. "For cryin' out loud! Why won't those damn idiots do anything!? We're inflating dammit!" Screamed Tiffany as she finally dropped her surfboard. By now their had expanded to at least seven feet in diameter, by now the arms and legs of the suits were so plumped up or absorbed into the expanding sphere of the suit that mobility was impossible. Finally, before the girls could lose their balance, they started to float up into the air. "Oh shoot! We're filling up with HELIUM!" Cried Jenny. The sound of hissing gas began to quiet down, the gas within the pellets inside the suits were almost depleted, but by now the suits had inflated from a human shape into a comical ball shape, with little puffy dents for arms and legs, and puffed up feet and hands and their tips. The girls now looked like human balloons, floating away from the warm sand of the beach. "I don't wanna' float away!" screamed Shelly. "We're never going to get down!" added Mandy. "For gods sake! Somebody grab us!" Tiffany pleaded to the crowd. Some people, once they saw the ballooned girls lift off the ground, tried to run towards them and grasp any part of their spherical bodies, but even the people closest to them couldn't grab them. The ones under them tried jumping up and nabbing the pneumatic females, but their efforts were futile. Tiffany, Jenny, Mandy, Shelly, and Courtney kept screaming and yelling for help as they floated higher and higher into the beautiful cloudless Saturday day over the beach. As Tiffany floated away, she caught sight of two girls hiding out behind a lifeguard tower on the beach. They were both on the ground in stitches, laughing at the embarrassing predicament of her and the team. "Bye bye girls! Send us a postcard! Via airmail of course! Ha ha ha!" giggled Tracy. "Remember to send us some nice aerial shots of your vacation spots too!" added Kim. "So where do you think they'll fly off to Kim?" "Hopefully somewhere far. I don't want to see those jerks anytime soon. But I hope they don't get hurt." "Don't worry Kim. They all have rich mommies and daddies. They'll probably pay the Coast Guard top dollar to fish them out of the clouds." All Tiffany could do was stare at the two figures in the background and furiously glare at their enjoyment of her suffering. But for now, all she and the other girls could do was float helplessly, without any knowledge as to when they'd come back to terra firma. The five girl-balloons were now at least one hundred feet from the shore, and three hundred feet in the air. Ten minutes later, they were nothing but dark dots sailing around within the blue sky. Kim and Tracy sat in the Venusian Wave Rider clubhouse, watching the evening news on the 50" wide screen HDTV in the club's living room. "In other locals news today, a Pacificana Beach girl's surf club found themselves going above and beyond the waves like they never expected before when their cutting edge Soothex wetsuits inflated for no reason and caused them to float helplessly offshore. The president of Soothex Beachwear Inc. in an interview today was dumbfounded by the inflation of the girls' suits since he said that was not a feature that his RandR team had implemented into them." "Yeah, you could say a willing third party added that in." Kim wisecracked. "As for the girls themselves, their parents immediately have called the Coast Guard to comb the skies with radar and helicopters and rescue the girls. Unfortunately the sudden change in wind conditions midday have caused the group of girls to disperse, and the search has become a much more trying effort. One girl by the name of Courtney Lakes was rescued right before sundown. The TV switched to a shot of the hapless Courtney being dragged via helicopter to the Coast Guard airbase, tethered behind a string that a man was holding within the copter. However, right when the helicopter touched down, the force of the landing caused the tension on the rope to reverse direction, and pulled Courtney right into the small spinning blade on the tail of the copter. All Courtney could do was scream as the rotating blade punctured her inflated suit. It exploded in a shower of jagged rubber ribbons, and Courtney fell to the ground butt first. She sat up, shook her head, and screamed when she realized she was completely nude. Courtney scrambled around on the ground to pick pieces of torn rubber from her popped suit to cover herself with. "Heh heh, as you can see, she didn't have a very comfortable landing." The TV reporter laughed a bit and went on with the rest of the news for the night. "Poor Courtney, just think how all the guys around here will think once she gets back." Said Kim. "Yeah, she has a lot of admirers." Replied Tracy. Finally, the Coast Guard and Navy finally recovered all the girls from the sky after a week of intense searching. Tiffany herself floated almost halfway to Hawaii before she was rescued. Since the rescue effort drained the bank accounts of the girls' parents, they had to sell the clubhouse and all the equipment inside. Soon after the clubhouse was sold, the Venusian Wave Riders disbanded. Kim and Tracy were able to save up enough money shortly after the clubhouse went up for lease, and they started their own club. Nobody had to worry about winning awards, and anybody could join.

Title: Fetish Checklist by agius Tags: Bondage, Cock And Balls Torture, Cuffs, Feline, Foot Fetish, M/M, Master/Pet, Skunk, Watersports, Whipping Warning: this story contains homosexual relations between an adult black cat and adult skunk. It contains bondage, s&m, watersports, and a variety of other fetishes. If this sort of thing offends you, please do not read it. There is no scat, amputation, or gore to worry about, though - it is a pleasent sort of kink. If that sounds good to you, please read on and I hope you enjoy. If you do happen to read all or most of it, I would surely appreciate ratings and comments. Thank you, and have fun! --- "Work's done," the sexy little skunk said on the other end of the phone line in his usual high-pitched voice. "Alright, hon. Get that cute ass back here - I've got a surprise for you," the feline almost purred into the phone. Their first anniversary - and boy would it be a surprise. "Oooh, a surprise! I can't wait!" He sounded excited, like a schoolboy about to get new video games. That tone was one of the things the black cat really loves about Dennis - his excitability. And in bed it made him oh so very fuckable. "Drive safe, hon." "I will - love you, Alek!" Dennis' nearly feminine voice chimed in through the phone. "Love you too, Dennis. See you soon." "See ya!" Aleksie hung up the phone and placed his cellular down on the counter top. He had spent the better part of the day getting and lugging in the supplies he would need. He ran through it one more time, making sure everything was in order. New bed sheets: check. Restraints: check. Self-heating lubricant: check. Toys: check. Clothing: check. No candle-light dinner, but that was hardly how the pair had operated over the last year. This would be something the cute little skunk would remember. Alek had found some odd things in his search history after Dennis had stopped by his house a few months ago - Dennis had been browsing porn without Alek, and had left some unusual search terms in the browser's history. Alek had compiled a list of things they had not tried, and ran over it again in his head, wondering which ones he could put his lover through this night. The cat waited patiently for the skunk to get home, reading a book in their apartment's entryway and idly tapping the can and cloth on the table next to him, as if to make sure they were real. He had never used the stuff before, but he had triple-checked everything online, and was sure he was in the clear. He heard the skunk pounding up the stairs, and stood up to greet his lover. He poured some very cold chemical out of the can and onto the cloth, being very judicious in the amount, then set the can down on the table and surreptitiously palmed the cloth. The cat stepped back. Dennis threw open the door, eyes wide with excitement, and a smile tore across his face at seeing Alek. He was beautiful, as always - dark slacks and a trim blue-collar shirt with a loose tie outlined his athletic figure in a way that pleased Alek greatly. Dennis opened his mouth to talk, and Alek launched forward like coiled serpent, shoving the cloth over the skunk's short muzzle, covering his nose and mouth. The skunk, in a moment of panic, drew in one sharp breath, and that was all the chemical needed. Alek watched the skunk's eyes glaze over, and removed the cloth. Alek wrapped an arm around the skunk's chest and held him tightly as the skunk went limp. Alek wasn't huge, but at six feet and change he was taller than the little skunk by a good six inches. And unlike the twinky little thing, Alek worked out. He easily caught the skunk, picked the shorter one up and draped the fur over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. An image of himself dressed as a prehistoric figure flitted through Alek's mind: me Alek, me conquer, me take! The more things changed, eh? Alek walked the unconscious skunk through the living room and into his bedroom. It was a simple room - a dresser and closet on the left, a computer desk on the right, and a bed with nightstand in the middle. The drapes were drawn so that no natural light came in, and the low lighting from his bed lamp was all that illuminated the room. Prints of Alek's favorite artists were on the walls, and normally pictures of family and little sentimental gew-gaws would line the dresser and desk, but they were all put away for now. Alek didn't want anything to break the mood. The cat leaned down and dropped the skunk unceremoniously onto the bed, allowing his lover's limbs to splay out across it's queen-sized fluffiness. He heard a slight crackle of the rubber sheets beneath the soft fabric he had laid out - an item he had set up for tonight. Hopefully Dennis wouldn't figure it out. Alek walked around to the left side of the bed and picked up the other item he had bought just for tonight - a leather cuff attached to one of the four straps poking out from between the mattress and bed frame. He slid it around the skunk's wrist, having to tie it at nearly the tightest setting to be sure it would hold the shorter man. The leather cuff was lined with plush on the inside, so it wasn't very likely it would cut off the skunk's circulation. The cat walked down to the foot of the bed and slipped off the sleeping skunk's shoes and socks - they would only get in the way. He attached another of the leather-and-plush cuffs around the skunk's left ankle, then another around the right. He walked around and cuffed the skunk's left hand as well, leaving the unconscious skunk tied, spread-eagled on the bed facing the ceiling. The cat walked over to the dresser and pulled one of the toys from the bottom drawer, which hung open and ready with a few other items. He walked back to skunk and gently pried open those sexy lips with a finger, and slid the straps of the toy around the skunk's head, slowly lowering the ball gag into the skunk's mouth to be sure it wouldn't choke him. He snapped the links together behind the skunk, not bothering to lock it - after all, the skunk couldn't get his hands free until Alek wanted him to. Alek stepped back to appreciate his work, and looked carefully at the skunk spread out on his bed. His soft foot paws tied down at the end of the bed, those thin slacks outlining his thin, toned legs, that blue shirt now revealing his thin torso, and the loose tie hanging off to the side. His face looked almost like a smile, wrapped around the ball gag, and his eyes remained closed. Alek waited a few minutes for the skunk to wake up... then a few minutes more. Damn! Was he wrong about the dosage? How long would this take? After about fifteen minutes, the cat decided to make the best of his situation. He slipped out of the casual clothes he had been wearing while shopping today, tossing the jeans and simple shirt off in the living room, and his underwear to boot. He grabbed a chair out of living room, his book, and slid back into the bedroom. He read, and he waited. Almost an hour later, he heard a groggy moan from the skunk. He set the book down idly, watching as the skunk woke up - hopefully without headache. At first the skunk tried to sit up, and finding that quite impossible, tried to talk. When that also failed, the skunk weakly pulled at all four of the restraints - the bed gave a little, but really the skunk was pulling against himself - a battle he could never win. Alek watched with a bemused smile, then stood up and strode over to the struggling skunk, lining up to the left of the bed, next to the nightstand. "Hey there, lover," the cat said, sarcastically drawing out the last word, as if it were a joke. "Surprise! Hahahaha!" The cat laughed as the skunk's eyes widened - hopefully with excitement, possibly with fear. Maybe both. "You left some history on my computer, Dennis. I poked through the things you looked at. We've gotten a little kinky before, but... I think tonight I shall be your master, and you my pet. There is a headboard above your left wrist - your safeword is knocking three times. Everything will stop if you use it, and you will go home. IF I take that gag off of you, and that's a big if, your safeword will be 'Antwerp.' Nod if you understand." Alek waited only a moment before the skunk slowly nodded his head. "Good, my pet. Now first, let's get you out of these," Alek said as he pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed a small tool from it. He flicked open the box cutter and held it down in front of the skunk's face - the skunk's eyes widened again, definitely in fear this time. "This is very sharp, pet, so don't squirm, or you may bleed," the cat said as he loosely trailed the knife down the skunk's chest, his tail wagging at his pet's fear. He walked, trailing the knife along the skunk's right leg until he reached the foot of the bed. The naked cat climbed on and flipped the box cutter upside-down, so the angled blade faced mostly away from the skunk. He grabbed a pantleg and started cutting, slipping his hand into the skunk's pants at the ankle and poking the sharp edge through, then slowly drawing it back towards him, ripping a line in the fabric. The back of the cat's paw brushed against Dennis' furry leg, which felt nice to the cat and he was sure excited the skunk. He proceeded up the right leg this way, cutting open his lover's pants and simultaneously rubbing the skunk's legs and thighs, until he reached the skunk's waist. He slipped the blade through one more time and completed the cut at the bottom of the skunk's stomach. Dennis whined just a bit through the gag, but Alek paid him no mind. Alek repeated this process with the other pant leg, slicing through it slowly, inching up the skunk's leg with his paws and the deadly blade, stripping away the fabric covering the skunk. When he snapped through the waistband of the skunk's slacks, Alek reached a paw around and slid it between the skunk and the bed, grabbing the skunk's butt and the pants simultaneously. Alek yanked, hard, and the destroyed pants slid right off the skunk's thin body, leaving only his briefs between the cat and the skunk. Not content, Alek positioned himself atop Dennis' thighs, seating himself perilously close to the skunk's crotch. He slid the box cutter underneath Dennis' shirt, rubbing his paw across the skunk's flat belly and naked chest, then drew the blade back along the row of buttons that held the shirt on. They popped off one by one, the skunk whining just a bit through the gag (probably more at the loss of the shirt than in fear, by this point). Alek slid up to kneel across the skunk's torso, placing his member right in front of the skunk's face as he slowly slide the blade up each of the skunk's arms, cutting the shirt apart and feeling the soft fur there. Alek stood up next to the nightstand again, dropped the box cutter into the drawer, and yanked Dennis' shirt off, the destroyed fabric barely resisting at this point. The tie stayed on, but Alek could live with that. He looked at the mostly naked skunk and saw a distinctive oblong shape form in Dennis' briefs. Alek had been right - capture and bondage: check. Danger: check. What was next... Alek strode around and saw the skunk follow with what little vision he had. Alek sidled up next to the skunk's hind paws, tied at the foot of the bed. "You know, I always thought these were sexy on you," the cat said with a smile, leaning down to rub his cheek against his lover's beautiful foot paws. Alek nearly purred as he rubbed against the soft pad of Dennis' right foot, nuzzling the soft flesh and allowing the feelings it stirred within him to flow freely. The cat's lust boiled to the surface, and he couldn't help but take a lick at the soft sole of the skunk's foot paw. One lick lead to another, and soon Alek was tracing up his lover's foot and licking his toes. He felt Dennis twitch - was this tickling him? Alek grasped his lover's foot paw in both hands and took Dennis' furry big toe into his mouth, licking the soft padded flesh and the untouched space between his lover's toes. He lapped right out to the end of Dennis' claw. He could feel the skunk twitching a bit more on the bed, but Alek didn't care. He was absorbed in licking Dennis' other toes - drenching the pads and claws with saliva as he took them into his mouth one at a time. Alek's member slowly hardened as the lust bubbled within him, urging him to lick more and more, playing with his lover's foot paws. Finishing with the right foot, Alek stood up to see Dennis' red cheeks, blushing even through the black-and-white fur. Hehe, interesting, Alek thought. He rubbed his member against the foot paw just a bit, allowing a few drops of pre to leak out onto it. Alek left them to repeat the procedure on Dennis' left footpaw, first licking across the sole, then slowly sucking on each of the skunk's four toes, feeling the soft flesh against his tongue and licking up the odd taste of his love's feet. Once again Dennis twitched, and this time Alek could hear faint giggling behind the ball gag - a little more as he finished up and rubbed his cock against the skunk's foot paw a bit. Tickling: check. Alek stood up, thinking about what was next. Ah, right. Alek padded idly over to the nightstand, drew out the box cutter again - not making a big deal about it this time. He deftly flicked it through Dennis' boxers, then quickly yanked them off, allowing the skunk's hard penis to stand at attention, dribbling pre, much like the cat's own. "Seems like you're enjoying this," Alek said, slowly fondling the skunk's cock, which made his own twitch. He lightly brushed up and down the sleek black member's length, from the base all the way up to the tip, teasing the skunk. He rubbed again, this time wrapping his thumb and index finger around the skunk's cock and squeezing a bit. He heard the skunk pant as he slowly drew his hand up and down the skunk's member, speeding up a little with each repetition. When he got going really fast, and the skunk thrust, just a little, into his paw, the cat stopped and padded idly over to the dresser. Teasing: check. The cat grabbed three small items from the dresser's bottom drawer. He prowled back over to the skunk, now whining in desperate need. The cat was mostly hard, but he contained his own lust for a bit longer. He placed the cock ring and the two clothespins down on the bed between the skunk's legs, unsure if Dennis could see or not. He leaned down and slowly slid the cock ring over the skunk's penis and balls, sliding it down the six inches or so on the skunk and around his twin orbs. The cat smiled and idly twitched his tail as the skunk gasped at this new sensation, and made small noises as his balls were drawn through the small plastic ring. Hehe, if he liked that... Alek picked up a clothespin and spread it wide, closing its jaws across the one of the skunk's newly-stretched testicles. Dennis' body jerked as he made a sound that came out like mmmrrphh! through the ball gag. Without hesitation or mercy, Alek quickly attached the other clothespin to Dennis' other testicle, allowing it to bite down on the skunk's nut. The cat then pressed the claw of his index finger into the base of the skunk's shaft - not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make the skunk feel it. Alek smiled as he slowly drew the claw up Dennis' cock, pressing hard and scratching the skin. Dennis twitched and yelled, the noises mostly muffled by the gag. The skunk pulled at his restraints, but it did him no good. Alek added his thumb's claw to scratch at Dennis' cock on the way back down, causing more twitching and cries. C&BT: check. "Had enough, my pet?" Alek smiled and looked back up at the skunk's muzzle, red now with either strain or further blushing - Alek couldn't really tell. He looked a little sweaty - a certain gleam in that beautiful black-and-white fur. Dennis panted, catching his breath. The cat walked over to the dresser and withdrew another toy, slid quietly back over to the bed and pulled some lubricant from the nightstand drawer. Alek knelt over his pet on the bed and brushed the skunk's soft tail, splayed out next to Dennis by the way Alek had ripped off his pants. Then Alek reached down below the skunk's throbbing, teased cock and applied some lubricant at the skunk's tailhole, conveniently left wide open by the spread-eagle restraints. He teased the skunk by rubbing the lube all across that little hole, but never entering. Then Alek grabbed the small, egg-shaped vibrator from his other paw and, without ceremony, popped it in the skunk's tailhole. Dennis arched his back as the egg slid past his barrier on just enough lube, gasping for breath. Alek's tail twitched in amusement as he rubbed the skunk's belly with his left paw, and grabbed the controller for the vibrator in his right, turning it on and up until he could hear the faint buzz of the egg-shaped thing. Dennis moaned in pleasure again, his slick black cock dribbling more pre all the way down to the ring Alek had placed on it. The clothespins attached to Dennis' balls vibrated along with the toy inside the skunk. Toys: check. Alek sighed as his lover twitched and moaned under the influence of the vibe and the matching clothespins. He stayed that way a moment, stroking the skunk's soft fuzzy chest, savoring this flash of absolute pleasure as his lover became lost in sensations. The skunk was clearly enjoying this. Well... next, next... The cat shifted around on the bed, going back to kneel between the skunk's legs again. As the bed shifted, the skunk looked up at him, those adorable eyes curious and hopeful. "Well, pet - time for me to mark you. If you're a good boy I may untie you for a bit," the cat nearly purred as the skunk's ears drooped and eyes widened. Dennis wasn't sure about this. Alek figured tonight was all experimentation anyway, so why not? He gripped his hard member and tried to relax his bladder a bit - a hard thing to do when one's cock is rock-solid! Alek closed his eyes and focused, and eventually felt the stream begin to flow out of him. His warm, nearly-clear urine splashed across Dennis' cock first. Alek drew the stream slowly up the skunk, soaking his crotch, his soft, fuzzy belly, and his chest, soaking through the business tie he still wore. He continued onwards, the thin stream spewing from his stiff cock to splatter on the skunk's neck and finally across his furry cheeks. Dennis closed his eyes at the last minute and relaxed his head, taking the pee on his nose, his forehead, under his chin, and on the ball gag. Alek was sure some of that leaked into the skunk's mouth, but Dennis hardly acknowledged it. Dennis moaned a bit as the warm liquid splashed across his face, then back down his chest before Alek began to run dry. Alek surveyed his work, sniffing the light scent of his own piss wafting off the warm, wet skunk beneath him. Watersports: check. "Hmm, that's a good boy," the cat said to his lover, his tail twitching in the air. He sidled slowly off the bed and began detaching the ankle cuffs from the skunk. Dennis didn't make a move - he just lie there and moaned, the vibrator and the clothespins and now the warm pee all over his body keeping him blissfully occupied. "Now, you are not to remove anything I have put on or in you, my pet," the cat commented as he stepped up to the right side of the bed and began unlocking the skunk's left wrist restraint. "You are to obey my orders exactly. Failure will be punished." Dennis looked over at him, and Alek put on his most mischievous smile - very mischievous, even for a cat. He unlocked the cuff and walked around to the other side of the bed to undo the last one. Alek sat down on the bed next to the skunk and untied the last cuff. The skunk, realizing he was finally free, stretched a bit and rolled onto his side facing the black cat. He scratched idly at the cat's chest, moaning in pleasure around the ball gag he did not remove. Alek was glad he had taken care of the pissing business earlier - his cock was now hard beyond hope. The sexy little skunk, soaked and gagged beneath him - it was almost too much to bear. Alek walked over to the dresser and returned to the bed with a leash and collar, and a set of leather-and-plush handcuffs. He attached the collar just above the skunk's tie, tightening it significantly. Dennis whimpered a bit more, and Alek loosened it just a little. The black cat sat down on the bed again and pointed to the floor next to the nightstand. "Down," he commanded. Dennis obeyed promptly, sliding off the bed to kneel on the floor between the cat's legs, his fuzzy tail laid out behind him. "Stay," he said as he pulled Dennis' arms behind the skunk and tied the cuffs on, not bothering to lock them in place. "Good boy," Alek said, reaching around the skunk's muzzle to detach the ball gag. He slid it off slowly, and caught Dennis taking a last lick of it. Alek set it on the bed beside him, then pointed at his own rock-hard penis. "Suck," he ordered. Dominance / submission: check. The skunk went to it with gusto, leaning forward to immediately take Alek's cock into his mouth, lapping with that soft skunk tongue at Alek's tip. Dennis quickly swallowed up the rest of Alek's eight inches, taking the dick in his throat all the way to Alek's soft fur. Alek leaned his head back and sighed in pleasure, the feelings rippling out from his groin to the rest of his body as the skunk sucked him off. Up and down, up and down the skunk's lips traveled across the length of Alek's cock, and his eager tongue licked across it, sending waves of pleasure throughout the cat. Alek wanted to share the joy, however, and reached out with his foot paws to stroke the skunk's erect member. He squished it ever so slightly between his right foot and left, rubbing just a bit to give the skunk a little foot job. Dennis moaned in pleasure around Alek's penis, not slowing down a bit. Alek could feel the pre dribbling out of him, and felt a hot spike of pleasure as each drop was licked up by the skunk between his legs. The skunk moaned as his cock slid between Alek's soft, fleshy paws with each suck, the member squished daintily between the cat's feet. The sight of Dennis, bound and willingly sucking, moaning in pleasure at being a submissive little pet, brought Alek close to climax quicker than he had imagined. "Stop," Alek commanded. The moaning skunk may not have heard him, though. He kept going, licking and sucking on Alek's member, leaning in and out and straining at his bonds. "Stop!" Alek ordered more urgently as his balls tightened, getting ready to explode all over that sexy skunk face... no! Not yet! "STOP!" Alek grabbed the skunk by his hair and dragged the little pet off his cock - something that was almost painful as his cock suddenly lost that wonderful stimulation. Dennis smiled a little bit. Bastard. Alek glared down at him, then waggled a finger. "Bad boy," he said. "Now I'll have to punish you." Alek abruptly stood up and dragged the skunk to his feet by his hair. Unbalanced, the skunk squealed in mild pain at the treatment. Alek showed no mercy, and dragged the skunk across the room to the closet door. It had always been a little small and tight, but now that was gonna be damn convenient. On reaching the door, Alek let go of the skunk's hair and grabbed the skunk's tie, tightening it until Dennis made a little gagging noise. Then the cat ripped open the closet door, dragged the tie and attached skunk to the top, and shut it. It worked better than Alek had hoped - Dennis stood on his tippy-toes, gasping a bit, lodged face-first against the door. The vibrator's controller hung from his tailhole and occasionally banged against the clothespins attached to his balls. Dennis was clearly pretty uncomfortable - and sexy. Breath play: check. Alek wasted no time - he walked over to the bed and reached underneath for the toy he wasn't sure he would use. He grabbed the whip out from its storage place and uncoiled it, feeling its tight cord drop to the floor. Dennis, still gasping for breath over by the closet door, heard nothing. "Now, time for your punishment," Alek announced, and cracked the whip against the skunk's back, above his cuffed wrists. Dennis yelled in pain, arching his back against the door for enough air to scream. The whip was just a toy, purchased at some bondage store - Alek knew it wouldn't break the skunk's flesh, but it probably did hurt like a sonofabitch. "One!" Alek yelled at the skunk, cringing a bit as he thought of his neighbors being disturbed - but he couldn't break the mood. His cock would be hard for months if they stopped now. Alek cracked the whip again, hitting the skunk square between the shoulder blades. "Two!" he said as he watched the skunk's tail and the vibrator controller flail as the skunk squirmed and whimpered. Again the whip snapped out from him hand, this time hitting Dennis' toned calves, weakening his stance so that the skunk had to relax - and stop breathing. "Three!" Alek announced, waiting just a moment to hear the skunk gag. S&M: check. The black cat dropped the whip and took three quick steps over to Dennis, reached around and opened the door to the closet. The skunk stumbled back into him, nearly collapsing backward with lack of air and balance. "Easy, easy," Alek whispered soothingly as he loosened the tie and slid it gently over the skunk's head. "It's over now... you're going to be a good boy now, right?" Dennis coughed, once, and nodded, making an mmm-hmmm sound wordlessly. Alek reached around to hug the bound skunk, pressing the skunk close to him with his big, strong muscles. Dennis sighed contentedly, even as Alek's cock pressed up against his tail, and Alek's paws tweaked the skunk's still-wet nipples. Alek noted that Dennis had not softened during any of this, and seemed harder now than ever. Alek was little different, after having watched his love squirm and gasp and make all kinds of pleasant noises. The feline spun the pair around to face the pain, and gently walked them both forwards until he could shove Dennis face-first into the covers - his head landing next to the residue of some of the night's earlier activities. The skunk whimpered a bit as the clothespins adjusted to his new, bent-over position, and not too kindly. Alek grabbed some of the lube off the nightstand and quickly coated his cock with it. With little ceremony, he lifted the skunk's tail and yanked out the vibrator, quickly sliding his penis in all the way. Dennis moaned pleasantly as Alek spread him open, hilting himself within the skunk's tail hole. Alek let out a breath as the warm skunk sheathed his cock, feeling a warm buzz spread throughout his whole body. He slid slowly out, then slammed back in again, shoving Dennis forward onto the bed (and eliciting a squeal, probably from the clothespins adjusting themselves again). Alek looked down for a moment to watch his cock slide out of his lover, and grabbed ahold of Dennis' leash and his bound wrists. He grasped high on the leash with his right hand in order to stretch it tightly along the skunk's back. Dennis moaned in pleasure as Alek slammed back into him, shoving him forward against the collar and letting the buzz of sexual pleasure rip through his body. Alek moved faster now, pulling out and slamming back in, spreading the skunk open all the way, shoving him forward into discomfort and even a little pain. Alek couldn't make himself care any more, though - he was lost in the bliss of fucking his pet, the fire of ecstasy spreading from his cock through his whole body. Pull out, slam in, pull out, slam in. Out, slam, out, slam, out, SLAM! Dennis pitched forward on the bed, yelling something to the effect of "God, yes! YES! Ahhh!" Alek, barely thinking, reached around the skunk with his left paw (his right still securing the skunk's bound wrists and leash) and grasped his slick black cock tightly. He pawed furiously and quickly, hoping the skunk would come when he did. Alek kept fucking him, out and SLAM, out and SLAM, pawing furiously at the adorable fur, sensing the explosion of climax getting closer and closer. "Aaaahhh!" Dennis yelled into the covers as Alek felt him cum. Ooze spewed all over the cat's paw, and Alek grasped the skunk tightly, riding out Dennis' orgasm. Alek slammed harder and harder, feeling the sensations build into their final crescendo. He pulled out quickly and slammed in once, twice more - and finally felt release as the orgasm rushed through him. Every muscle in Alek's body contracted, from the paw still gripping Dennis' cock to his pre-slicked toes. The feelings rushed over him - bliss, pleasure, joy, love... All pounded through him like a tidal wave. Alek collapsed forward on top of Dennis, turning their sexual romp into a deep, warm-hearted cuddle. Both furs breathed heavily, not moving for a few minutes. Finally, Alek released Dennis' cock and moved down to slowly take off the clothespins from the skunk's balls. "Thanks," Dennis said, still panting a bit. "Couldn't leave those on forever, I guess," the black cat smiled, still in the post-orgasmic haze of sheer joy. "For everything," Dennis said, "For all this - it was great." Alek just smiled, nearly tearing up in gratefulness that he had pleased his love. He slowly slid out of the skunk (making an effort to do so, as sensitive as he was), and turned the bound skunk around. "You're welcome," the cat said, leaning down to kiss the skunk. Their lips sealed, and their tongues crossed, lapping gently at each other to show their mutual affection. It went on for minutes - their anniversary kiss. When they were done, Alek pulled back a bit to survey the skunk. Still a tad moist from being pissed on, wrists bound behind him, and the cock ring keeping the skunk hard, if oversensitive and totally unready. His foot paws still had some pre on them. God he was so sexy - Alek was nearly hard again. Perhaps in a little. "I love you, Aleksie," the skunk said from his position halfway on the bed. "I love you too, Dennis. Let's get you cleaned up," the cat said with a smile.

Title: Celes' Night by Blackpaw Badger Tags: Anal, M/F, Mild NC, Oral, Raccoon, Virgin Celes' Night Celes walked through the halls of the Air base, most everyone had gone to bed or left for their homes by now, and the base was abandoned except for the night watch. Her own living area was inside the bas itself; She was a technician after all, one of the best, besides Slippy toad and Peppy Hare. She sighed, thinking of them, the fact that they were home with loved ones, Peppy had Annie. Slippy had Croakella. She had nothing but her books. And her dreams.... But, oh what sensual dreams they were. Her alone, with the one man she loves. His body chiseled out of what must've been the very mountain of the gods. His firm grip holding her tightly, but gently. She looked into his eyes, and they kissed deeply... Celes Shook the last images away, it was only that.... a Dream. "What would he see in me?" she thought, and sighed again. She looked up and saw the card slot beeping a silent red light at her, she took out her ID card and placed it into the slot, a green light beeped, then the door opened. She continued her walk, thinking about her task at hand. Late night check of computer systems, it wasn't really her choice.... stupid straws... She rounded the corner and saw a light on in the control room; she stopped and held her breath. An intruder? A spy? Or maybe just one of the guards searching for stuff on the net? "Hopefully the latter...", she thought. She slowed down and poked her head around thaw corner, and froze. "Oh... gods..." she whispered as she saw the young male raccoon sitting at a computer typing on the keyboard. She held her breath, "oh boy oh boy oh boy...." She said to herself, "C'mon, Celes. Go in there... talk to him." she thought. "Easier said than done. Brain." She whispered to herself. She gulped and stood up, her mouth suddenly dry. She shook her head, "Job. Comes first...." Celes said... "Unless he does as well..." She giggled at the thought, and then straightened up and she heard the chair inside the room turn. "Hello?" A male voice said, her heart stopped for a moment. "Oh... err... Hi." Celes said as she rounded the corner, and looked him straight in the eyes. She stopped, unable to say anything else, except, "Bleeeah..." Sam's forehead scrunched up and an eyebrow raised, "you okay, Celes?" She blinked, and shook her head, "Oh. Um. Yeah. I... I'm fine..." She smiled, "just here doing some routine system checks." she smiled as she sat across from him, and turned on the monitor, the system. She stared at him, seeing how quickly his hands moved over the keyboard, and getting erotic ideas about the keyboard being her body, every press, every touch, every brush. She yelped. Sam looked dup in surprise, "Celes? What happened?" She cast her face downward, blushing furiously under the fur, "Err. I. I stubbed. My. Toe..." She said in a low voice, and then quickly looked at the monitor as the prompt came up, and keyed in her password and information. Sam was still looking at her. "Celes. I know something bothering you; you've acted odd for a little while now, and I'm worried. Maybe your over worked..." Sam said "No, I'm not overworked." she said, then lowered her voice, "Though. I'd like to be...." Sam still looked at her, "Celes, I'm your friend here.... tell me, what bothering you?" "Well." Celes looked up. "It's now or never girl..." Her mind 'said', and she gritted her teeth... "I. I've. Got a.... cru... sh. on you." She said quickly. Sam looked at her, surprised, "Celes..." she looked up, "I know. It's. It's really stupid I know. You're about 2 years older than me.... I'm sorry... never mind I said anything." She went back to the computer, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Sam shook his head, and got up. "Celes... I." He came around to her back, and put his hand son her shoulders, and started to rub them a little, "Well... I. Guess. I like you too." She looked up at him, her violet eyes watery. He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead gently. She smiled. "Sam." She said, "Could you... do that again? Here..." She put her finger to her mouth. He smile sand leaned over, gently kissing he mouth. Then he felt her tongue pressing against his lips, He smiled and closed his eyes and took her tongue with his. Celes moaned, the feeling sending small jolt of pleasure through out her body. He ended the kiss and sat in the chair next to her, smiling a little. She sighed and looked at him, "Are you always this spontaneous?" She smiled He looked at her, "Are you?" A half smile on his face. She giggled a little. He looked at her, and then when forward to hug her. They embraced, for long moments, holding each other, until she leaned over into his ear and whispered, "Are you spontaneous enough to take me?" His eyes widened, and he loosened his embrace, "what?" Celes looked at him, "Sammy.... I want you...." She leaned forward and kissed him in the lips lightly. Sam was taken aback by this, "Celes... are you... sure?" He said, "I mean. Totally sure about this?" she nodded, perhaps a little too much, cause he shook his head, giggling. She leaned forward, kissing him again, sneaking her hand underneath his shirt. He looked at her in surprise, "HERE?" She smiled, "I think it's... kinky..." She said with a sly smile, "I've always wondered how this would be.... just the thrill of getting caught...."She looked at him, "What this would feel like, really...." Sam looked at her, "your a virgin?" She nodded slowly. "Oh..." Sam looked up, "Well, I guess I'm kind of honored..." Celes looked up at him confusedly. "Well, You want to be your first...." Celes looked at him squarely, "Can I ask you something?" Sam nodded. "What.... Why... well... umm... what do. You see in me anyway? I mean. I'm so. Normal...." she sighed. Sam looked at her, "That's why I guess.... you are normal. Nothing special, your just... well... yourself. And you don't tee to be anyone else...." He smiled at her, and kissed her gently. She sighed and rubbed his chest fur under the shirt. He smiled and took her hands, putting them to her sides, then reached over and touched her breasts, stroking them slowly. She moaned and grabbed his wrists. He reached down to her sides and lifted off the shirt, a purple lace bra underneath, He grinned, "You like that color, huh?" She smiled and blushed a little. "It suits you..." He reached over and she lifted his own shirt off, then Celes reached behind her, and helped him unbuckle the bra strap. She sighed as he removed the bra, her little pink nipple raised already from the kiss earlier, he stroked them, and tweaked them a little, sending little jolt of excitement through her body. She whimpered a little, feeling a wetness flow from her crotch. She embraced Sam, clutching him tightly. He grabbed her and held her close, "Celes, if you're not ready...." He said. "It's. It's just so.... intoxicating..." She breathed, "Incre.. dible..." she was breathing hard already, short of breath, but she wanted, no. Needed to go father. She looked up and kissed his chest. He was a good 4 inches taller than she, and more muscular. She ran her hands through his chest fur, down to his abdomen, the breathed in, and slipped her hands under his slack pants. She felt his maleness, growing harder at her touch, and she heard him breath out deeply. She smiled and slowly raised her hand, and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor silently, and she looked up at him. "Celes..." Sam said, but was silenced as she put a finger to his mouth. "Quite... I already told you. w... what I want...." She said, removing her own trousers, she looked up and smiled at him, then lowered herself down to his crotch, sneaking a paw down into her undergarments. She pulled down his underwear and smiled. "You sure you know what you doing?" Sam looked at her. "Hey.... I've been through the class... and I've even got some videos..." Sam looked at her surprised, she just smiled. She took his manhood into her paw, and put it into her mouth, suckling on the head as she rubbed her own sex. They both moaned. Sammy leaned back against the desk, looking at her head bobbing up and down on his cock, he smiled, "You know, Celes, It's been a while since I've been with a woman..." She paused for a moment, released him and looked up, "Thanks..." And she went back to her teasing. Her tongue rubbing the underside of it as she suckled on the head, and enjoyed to the fullest. She was also us rubbing her clit, her fingers working up and down the mound, caressing the lips and rubbing into her sex. She moaned inspire of herself, enjoying all of these sensations, not as if masturbation was anything new for her, but this circumstance was different. Sammy was also moaning once in a while as she stroked him in her mouth, her teeth rubbing against it, not causing pain, but rather an unusual pricking sensation, and this mixing with her warmth was an interesting blend of sensations. He felt the knot grow within his sac, he gasped, "stop... Please Celes... Stop..." He panted. "Did... Did I do something? Wrong?" she asked worriedly, removing her hand from her crotch. He shook his head, "No.... It's just that... well... your missing out on all the action...." He grabbed her hand, and licked her fingers clean of her sweet nectar. She smiled, and kissed him. He walked over, and clean off a mostly empty desk with a sweep of his arm. The lead her over and lied her down on the table. "Ohm... Sammy..." she moaned as she felt him sliding her panties off, and yelped when she felt his rough tongue on her sex, going up the mound slowly, and coming down again. Caressing and flicking, tickling and tantalizing. She put her hands on his head, Cumming softly with every pass of his tongue over her already hard clitoris, Pleasure filling her to the very brim of her soul. He moved up one hand, and held her open, while the other softly stroked his maleness to ensure it hardness. She moaned, "Sammy. S... Stop fucking around.... Eat. Me." He stopped for a moment, and then dug in with all his force, licking and rubbing with everything he had, like she was a triple dip ice cream cone in 104-degree weather. She moaned and purred with every lick and touch, until she felt the pain in her lower stomach, and it radiated south, towards her sopping wet sex... she knew she was going to. Come!!! She screeched loudly, "ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" As Sammy licked her sweet nectar up happily, it drips on the desk and his muzzle. She was breathing raggedly, her eyes closed tight, looking as if he was just raped by a horde of people, "Ohm... gods... yes..." Sammy took a few more licks and got up, wiping his mouth off with his arm, and smiling. "Sa... Sam." she looked up at him, her violet eyes full of a passion, even in this half closed State. "You. Are good... those videos. Must Help...." Sammy Smiled. Celes also smiled and looked at him, then opened herself wide, "fuck... me.... take me.... do what you will... just. Make me yours... forever..." She pleaded. Sammy looked at this pries, and then to his cock. He grabbed her by the sides, slid her to the end of the table, and placed the head at her sex. She looked at him, suddenly feeling the head of his dick at her entrance. "Hold on... Love..." He said as he slowly pushed forward, and encountered resistance. The ring of virginity holding him from her. She whimpered in pain, and pleasure. He stopped, "Celes... this will hurt like hell..." and he gave her a moment to prepare before shoving in fully breaking the ring. She yelled in pain, tears coming to her eyes. Sammy stopped as he reached the root of his manhood, "Celes. I'm. Sorry..." He said. She looked up, "D... D... don't. Say that. Just. Fuck me..." she looked at him. Sammy looked back and slowly pulled out, then back in. Her pain ebbed and was replaced by an overwhelming pleasure, "Ohm.... yes.... ohm. Ahhh...." She moaned. He began a rigorous screwing, slowly sliding in and out o her body, the friction of their love making make each other incredibly hot. "Gods.... she tight...." Sammy thought as he made love to her. "Gods.... He's. So.... wonderful..." Celes sighed in her mind, before a cloud of pleasure encompassed it. Their brown and black tails twitching, their fur covered in sweat, their bodies on auto drive. And this is how they were for long moments, rigorously fucking each other. Her hips grinding against his as he thrust intro her body over and over, the knot in his balls forming once again, then ebbing, almost annoyingly, then coming back. She moaned as she came, hard, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He pulled out, panting. She looked up at him, very hurt, "hey...." He smiled as he got her off the table, and bent her over, "Ohm... Sammy... I. Ahh!" she yelped, as she felt him invade her anus. She relaxed and tried let him in though, before long, his head was buried in her ass. Her tail twitching, and her raccoon mask done up in apparent effort, "Ohhh... gods.... Sammy... Ahhhh.... please." He smiled, "relax... don't worry.... just go with it, it won't hurt for long." She tried to take his advice, but it was very difficult. But, they managed, and he was going in and out of her anus as she leaned down and played with her sex once again, both of them moaning aloud. Sammy looked down at her, "Celes.... I'm. Going to.... Coo... AAHHHH!!!!" He thrust into her a final time as he felt every shot of come load up, and then gets squeezed out in jets. As she felt this, she also came, dripping o the floor of the control room. They stayed connected like this for a few moments, he leaned over and kissed her back, and she was just bent over, panting harshly. "G. G. gods... Sammy..." She said in a ragged voice, "That... was.... INCREDIBLE..." She smiled, her eyes half closed. He pulled out, "you weren't bad yourself, for a 20 year old..." He smiled, "Celes?" He looked over at her sleeping form, bent over on the desk, " He smiled, and picked up their clothes, and her. He walked out into the halls, and saw a guard there, looking at them both; he smiled at him, "Hey, Speed." "Sammy?" speed grinned, "Okay... I get the picture. I'll clean it up in there..." Sammy nodded thanks and departed for his room, Celes in his hands. And he grinned as he heard Speed's voice, "Man! You own me one Sam!" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* She awoke the next morning, "Ohm... yeah..." She sat up and stretched, feeling her back pop in several areas, a momentary pain, but then relief. She looked around, a simple room, a large bed, a phone nearby, and a clock blinking 12:00 over and over; she glanced at her watch, and set the correct time. "9:30. Am." She said, she got up, her rear aching a little, but otherwise none the worse for wear. She found a robe and donned it, walking out into a room with a nice nature scene adorning the walls. "Sammy?" She called. There was no answer; she looked around more, finding the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and took out two eggs, checking the day. "Saturday, good.... a day off...." she smiled and broke the eggs into the skillet. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulders, and she yelped, spinning around to attack the person there, but the wrists grabbed her by black furred paws. "C'mon Celes.... you don't really want to hurt me do yaw, honey?" Sammy leaned over and kissed her. "You ASSHOLE!" she giggled, "You scared the living SHIT out of me!" Sammy laughed. She leaned over and kissed him deeply, "you want some eggs, baby?" She smiled. Sammy nodded, "Yeah. Baby..." and reached down under the robe and started to caress her mound. "Hey! I didn't mean those eggs!" She giggled, "go sit down, Breakfast is almost ready!" She commanded smiling. "Yes, Master!" Sammy said, and walked off like a slave in trouble. "Oh. Cut that out!" she said, and then laughed, as did he. She came in, two hot plates of Eggs, bacon, and sautéed mushrooms. And they sat there, eating, and giggling about jokes and other things.... Later... is another story... \~EL FIN\~ Badger Connolly, Monday, August 24, 1998 11:28:52 PM Celes, Sammy, and Speed, are characters created by the author. Please ask permission before using them. Slippy Frog, and Peppy hare are copyrighted 1993, 1997 Nintendo of America, used without permission.

Title: Experiance by Sindal Tags: Age Play, Anal, Bear, Crossdressing, Foreplay, Love, M/M, Muscles, Oral, Rabbit, Rimming Request from a good and much loved buddy, Dimi Hope he likes it --- Experience ---------- A rabbit sighed as the walked in the July summer sun as it glared down. "Man its hot today..." He muttered to himself, looking around as people walked past in the busy streets of town that he paid no attention to. Why should he? No one was paying attention to him either. And why should they? They have their own lives to worry about, deadlines to meet and problems to solve. The rabbit padded along the sidewalk; currently wishing he owned some form of transportation as he watched the cars whiz by, pouting immaturely at them in jealously. The lagomorpha had white fur on most of his body; round his ears and patches around his eyes, arms and thighs were spotted brown randomly in dark little blotches. His head hair was the same brown that spotted his fur and his eyes were a bright emerald encrusted green, full of youthful childish energy and life. As for age, the rabbit is 20 years old, and not a very tall fellow, but not short. He liked to think of himself as average for a rabbit's height. He wasn't what you call a muscled buff stud, but he wasn't exactly...well, manly looking, to begin with. The rabbit had, a little shamefully and bashfully, been supporting a rather effeminate look for himself. He didn't mean to, just, his body never seemed to grow much muscle; it only slimed down and kept it lithe and trim. Maybe that was a genetic thing, the rabbit would wonder to himself silently. It wasn't like he worked out heavily, but he did work out. He enjoyed running, feeling the wind in his fur and caring about nothing else besides moving forward, like he would like to live his life, by moving forward. Unfortunately this made him look like a bit of a girl. In fact, many people wagered that if he put on girl clothes, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was a male at all! But the rabbit didn't want that. It's not like he wanted to broadcast it to the whole world that he was a homosexual by dressing up in lingerie and short miniskirts. Never before had he worn them, and never before did he pant to! All he wore today was a plain white light T-shirt, some nice cool breezy shorts that had boxers under them and some comfortable shoes. The life of this rabbit wasn't too complicated, but it wasn't completely planned out either. Being as young as he was, he wasn't sure just where he was going with his life yet. There were so many possibilities he had, especially if you came from a rich family that made its best effort to support your studies, cater to your whims and hope that you prospered. The only problem with that was you always had this large expectation to fill. It was a good things his parents weren't completely hell bent on making him a success, and supported his ideas as they found him to be a bright young lad...even though they secretly wanted their son to flourish like they had, because that's what every parent wants. They want what's best for their child, but at the same time mixed with what they personally would like for them. The rabbit looked up, realising that he should stop walking as he had reached his destination. The Gym. Quietly, a rabbit named Theodore Gregory, opened the glass doors and stepped inside. \---A short moment of admin later--- "Theodore right?" An elder looking bear said, "Yea, that's me" Theodore replied, looking up at the other man that was a good foot taller than he was. There the two stood near the entrance desk of the gym. It was a lot livelier than it was usually. It was probably because of the heat, the gym had an air conditioning system, to generally keep the people inside cool after working their muscles off, and it was a refreshing breeze compared to the sun outside. Theodore really couldn't help idly shifting his gaze at watch the people, specifically men, bettering their bodies. Muscled tigers pumping iron, buff canines flexing their exquisite muscle framework and strong-backed Orcas diving in and out of the pool with ease, shredding through the water like it was paper. That was forever the one good most important benefit of gyming when you're gay. Lots and lots of eye candy, since most of the people there were male. The rabbit smiled to himself. "You mind if I call you Theo? Theodore sounds too formal for my likes," The bear said with a soft little grumble, not angrily but just out of habit of sorts. "I don't mind." The rabbit replied. "Names Alphonse, Alphonse Bridges." the bear now known as Alphonse said, "But call me Al, Alphonse is way too long for my liking either." he smiled a gruff old smile. Theo nodded softly, "Nice to meet you Al" and gently and quickly scanned the bear up with his eyes. "I take it long names annoy you?" "That they do." The brown furred grizzly bear before him was definitely taller, by how much he would never know until he asked. He wore a little brown, lighter than his fur, hat over his head, the kind of ones that have a square like shape and a long front part that would hide his eyes if he looked down with two holes for his small circular ears to pop out on each side. Speaking of eyes, the bear's was blue, a very clear crystal blue, and as Theo's eyes casually wandered downward, he noticed the ursine's build. He looked like one of those power lifter fellows, the ones that strong massive muscled arms and legs. This fit nicely, because out of the grey tank top his arms stood defined and chiselled under the mass of dark chocolate brown fur. As for the chest, Al seemed to have a large gut down there. But that wasn't necessarily unattractive as long as he had the muscles the little weight down there was a complementary factor. That was comment for bears as well. As Theo guessed, under the comfortable looking slightly baggy shorts a pair of strong looking legs supported the body above it and some easy maintenance sandals slipped over his feet. The entire man was quite a large thing actually; everything he had was bigger than Theo, though Theo wasn't surprised. There were LOTS of people who were bigger than him, and if the Theo rabbit had to guess an age, the bear looked like he had lived for a while, defiantly not as young as he was. He guessed somewhere in his late thirties or early forties. He had a very mature old charm to himself, and the soft easy going smile he held was likeable. "So, what are we looking at here?" Al asked, holding a clipboard that he scribbled something on. "Oh, I don't need like any hardcore training like..." Theo looked to the other guys, the ones with chests that were ripped to perfection "...those guys..." Al looked down at the rabbit, eyeing gently under the veil of his cap "Just wanna stay in shape then right? Keep your figure and all?" Theo nodded softly, "I guess I do want to keep in shape also, but I'm to lazy to make up my own schedules and stuff" the rabbit smiled childishly, as if he just admitted some big secret, "So I figured I'd get the professionals in to, uh, help me." Al chuckled softly to himself "Professionals huh? Were you hoping to get some younger pretty athletic girl while you're at it?" Theo wanted to laugh, loudly. Why would he want a young athletic girl? That would have been a total bummer! Ok, so maybe he was hoping on the sidelines for a hunky stud as a gym instructor, but that was just a little bonus. He really did want to keep in shape. "I don't think so." Theo replied. At least this guy was a guy and he wasn't necessarily a bad looking one, even if he was a lot older than Theo, which was a bummer. But that just meant he could work without staring at his gym instructor, so he guessed it was for the best. "Right then, we'll just get started won't we? I'm too old to waste time" Al said, laughing heartily at his ‘joke', "We need to get your weight and things, trivial stuff to see what you're best suited for." "I like running best sir." Theo replied. Al raised a brow, "Why did you call me sir?" "Because you're older than me, and I have to respect my elders." Theo said, another childish joking friendly smile showing. "Don't call me sir, makes me feel like a grandpa." Al said, turning round and gesturing for the other to follow him. A though passed through each of their respective brains, ‘Seems like a nice guy." \---Later that week...--- "You did WHAT?!" a heavily embarrassed and flustered Theodore shouted so hard that the birds outside got scared and flew away. "I set you up on a blind date." his friend, Matthew the Labrador, said plain as day like he wasn't interested in the fact that Theo was currently fuming...or as much as fuming Theo could get. Which wasn't very intimidating especially since Matthew was, once again to add to the list of people, bigger than the rabbit. "...Why?" Theo asked, almost afraid and more to himself than the canine ‘Why? Why to whoever controls the luck in my life, why did you curse me with this?' "Cause you need to get out there. You got the body, now work it" Matthew said, turning his gaze from his porno magazine that he so easily waved around like it was general literature. On the cover, Theo could see a muscled lion trying to stuff a deer full of his gigantic cock "Could turn out great." "Or it could be incredibly awkward. What if the guy's a paedophile or a stalker or some kind of sadist or rapist or something else creepy and disturbing?" Theo said, still angry with his roommate. Theo shared an apartment with Matthew, they'd been friends since High school, god only knows why it lasted that long since Matthew wasn't exactly the caring wonderful friend Theo would have wanted. He helped pay the bills, and that's all that mattered to the rabbit attending collage at the time. The less money he owed the better, even if it did come with the worse roommate in the history of forever. "Hey, if he's a rapist at least you'll get laid." Matthew said, as if that was a good thing "I mean, look at me, I found my guy over a blind date." Matthew said, clearly more interested in whatever male pornography he was watching, funny thing was there wasn't even a hint of a bulge in his army style coloured shorts. So either Matthew was a really good at keeping his cool, or his cock was too small to make much of a difference. Which Theo very highly doubted was the latter. "Your ‘guy' has so many piercings over his body he's probably made of metal." Theo commented darkly. "And he's fucking hot when he's nude, so shaddap and just go. If you don't like it, just leave and never speak to the dude again. No big deal." Matthew said, turning a page and raising a brown in interest. "That's how blind dates work." "But I'm scared!" Theo whined out as his last pathetic, even to himself when he heard it leave his maw, plea to somehow call the thing off. "Then grow a pair." Matthew replied simply. "I hate you." Theo muttered. "I hate you too Theo, is this the part where I push you into bed and we have steamy hate sex?" Matthew said, smirking mockingly at his ‘friend' while turning yet another page and smirking brighter at the view. "AAUUGH! I GIVE UP!" Theo muttered, stood up promptly from his bed and stomped out of the room carrying some mathematics and accounting textbooks, leaving the Labrador to enjoy his view of a naked buffed up stallion thoroughly muzzlefucking and cumming into a rabbit, who incidentally by looks alone, reminded Matthew of Theo. \---The very next day, in the late evening...--- "Ok...just calm down Theodore..." The rabbit said to himself, out loud but not loud enough for people to look at him like was a freak, "You can do this...you can, you're old enough. You're allowed to go on dates, yeah, even if you don't know who the person is, you can still do this." Theo sat, trying to look casual and not so nervous his teeth were chattering, failing slightly, on a bench near a bus stop. That's where Matthew said he would meet the guy, a bus stop near their apartment. It was all incredibly nerve wrecking and insane not to mention just plain crazy, but Theodore didn't want to stand the guy up even if it wasn't his fault the date was happening. Still, Theodore didn't know who the guy was yet. He could be passing up a really great guy if he hadn't come and that would have been unfair to both himself and the great guy whoever he may be. But he wondered if a great guy actually needed a blind date. Or they just did it for shits and giggles, and maybe find someone they like. Either way, Theo wasn't exactly having high hopes. It wasn't too late, the sun was still out, but barely, people were pretty much done with their shifts at hellhole of a work and hurrying home to collapse onto something or someone waiting for them. People were once again too busy to notice a lone rabbit waiting at a bus stop bench. That had always been the case for Theo; he wasn't exactly someone who stood out often. He blended in with the crowd easily, being nothing special most of the time. And he sorta liked it that way. He didn't need a truckload of attention to make him feel special or secure. It would be nice, he would admit to himself, one in a while. Theo looked down at himself. He wasn't dressed too badly. He hoped it said ‘It's nice to meet you, but I'm not too excited and desperate about all this', a shirt with a neat looking hoody to keep him warm, and some casual looking blue jeans, nothing too formal and nothing to informal. But once again, this is what he hoped it looked like. "Eem...you waiting for a date?" Someone said from behind him in a deep tone, and Theo jumped out of his seat in shock. He didn't look behind him though, because something...something just seemed a bit off. Well, even more off than the whole thing all together. ‘...Where have I heard that voice before...?' he wondered. It sounded so familiar. But then he guessed he better not just stand there, not facing the guy like a moron. So with a little hesitancy and having to push his legs a tad to swerve, he turned round. What he saw gave him the mental picture of his brain dislocating its jaw in it's gaping. "A-Alphonse?" Theo said in exquisite mix of surprise, awkwardness and disbelief. The elder bear's eyes were filled with confusion and shock. Over his normal signature brown cap he wore a black shirt with a light looking jacket of the same colour to cover it. A faded old pair of dark green jeans covered his legs snugly and some comfortable looking boots, not leather. "Theo?" Theo blinked, over and over again, trying to think of what the HELL you're supposed to do when you are set up on a blind date with someone you already know. Was that even supposed to happen? Wasn't there some kind of unwritten ruling against that kind of stuff when blind dates were made? The whole point of it was to meet someone you don't know. It wasn't like he and Al were best buds or even good friends really. They were just acquaintances. He supposed it would have been more awkward if they knew each other in more detail 'Oh my god...what now? It's bad enough I know him. But he's probably twice my age!' Theo wondered ‘Say something at least...' the lagomorpha thought loudly in his brain. Theo looked up at the bear about to open his mouth and form words but Al beat him too it. "So...you're gay?" The bear asked, rather stupidly since right now it was obvious what the answer was. But after all, obvious questions are always asked in awkward situations, because any silence breaker will do when you really need it. "Y-yea...you too?" Theo weakly replied, looking down and avoiding eye contact. "Proud of it." The bear said, a little too optimistically for the mood at hand. Silence came again between the two, neither one knowing quite what to say. "Look, if it's creeping you out, which I highly doubt it isn't, I can just go and we can pretend this whole thing didn't happen." Alphonse said suddenly, looking seriously. "No...you don't have to do that..." Theo said, not sure why he was being his normal polite self instead of taking the offer that was just given to him that sounded way more tempting. He supposed either way the next time they saw each other at the gym it would still be a little bit awkward either they went forward or back. "I mean, it's not like we have to go on a...you know...real date" Theo said in his defence "We could just...I donno, hang out and become better friends, I guess? I mean, it'd be a shame to waste your time since you came all the way out here and it's not like I was expecting much anyway, since my friend tricked me into this..." Theo rambled on mindlessly. "Your friend you say?" Al said curiously. "Yea, my roommate things I'm not social enough and that it's not healthy" Theo muttered agitatedly, making bunny ear hand gesture emphasis on ‘social'. "So this was against your will?" Al asked again. "Mostly yes. Don't take it the wrong way Alphonse, but the only reason I came was because I don't want to be the kind of person that stands people up" Theo said, feeling nervous because what he just said still didn't sound too nice, "Would have at least tried to get along with someone." "Polite young chap, aren't you?" Al said with a soft smile and an amused chuckle. Theo blushed gently in his snowy, and a little brown, cheeks "I try. It comes with the personality trait." "What in blue blazes names would make you want to hang out with this old coot in the first place boy?" Al said with a rather pleasant smile. "No social life?" Theo offered, attempting to be funny, in a weird kind of way. Al looked at the younger man for a moment, then shrugged to himself, "Aw what the hey, I don't have much to do tonight either" the ursine smiled warmly down at the rabbit "You got any ideas where to go? It's starting to get chilly out here." "There's a nice little coffee shop a few blocks down. All I can think of right now" The rabbit said, trying to be positive and make the best of it. Al grinned teasingly at the younger male, "Sounds pretty much like a date to me, boy" giving him a light judgemental look. Theodore's cheeks darkened in red, becoming mildly irate quickly "You think of something then, how two guys going ANYWHERE together alone does not become an assumed date" he crossed his arms, trying hard to lessen his blush. "Least if we sit someone it will look more like I'm your foster child or something like that..." Al chuckled loudly, seeming to have relaxed a great deal, "You prove a valid point there, boy. Very well, lead the way and I shall follow." "Will you quit calling me boy?" Theo asked as he started walking over the pavement. "You called me Sir, its payback." Al said positively, "Besides; compared to me you are a boy. Sir is for those formal stuffy types." the bear said as he trotted up along beside the other. Theo stuck his paws into his hoody's pockets for warmth and kept his line of sight forward, not avoiding eye contact with the bear per say, but it made it a lot easier to think straight about what he just got himself into: bonding time with his older ‘friend'. It was better than staying home he guessed. The walk was silent mostly besides the small sounds of footsteps and light breathing, as both of them seemed in their own world in the rapidly approaching night. By the time they reached the little quaint looking café the sun had just about set, the last traces of its rays hitting the ground before the stars came out to play. The inside was warm and inviting compared to the cold world outside. A few furs sat here and there drinking whatever and looking out the window or reading the newspaper, some chatting to each other. Some light jazz played in the background almost inaudibly and the air smelt like a mix between chocolate cake and coffee. The seats were mostly black cheap looking ones surrounding a table in a corner while a few more little metal stools with the same black plush on the top stood in front of the large counter. Behind the counter a few waitresses looking tired and wishing to return home did their shift while chattering away, having the time since the place was nowhere near packed. As Theo and his partner for the night sat down, an idling cat waitress sprung into action and asked if they wanted anything to drink. She didn't seem too enthusiastic, but not unfriendly looking either. Theo just asked for some tea, brand not mattering while Al got himself a cappuccino. She didn't write it down and strolled away quietly, and left the two male in their silence once more. It was Al who broke the silence again, "How old are you anyway boy?" "Shouldn't I be asking you that ‘sir'" Theo grinned, satisfied at the glare, "I turned 20 about two months ago, you?" "42, alive and kicking for as long as possible." Al replied, watching as the sun disappeared completely and the night sky was all that was left of it. Theo nodded as he held this new piece of information, ‘Ok...so he IS more than double your age...so what can I ask him...' the rabbit pondered for seconds before opening his maw "Got any history?" "Hmm?" The bear said turned his head "42 is a long enough to have at least a halfway life story, care to share? Will make the night longer I hope." Alphonse smirked softly "Just cuz I'm old doesn't mean I have a batch of stories about my youth just yet boy, but yea I do have a bit of a history if you don't mind hearing it" "All ears." Theo said, purposely flopping his long straight rabbit ears up and down with his hands and making the other laugh. "Well I originated in France actually, you can tell since my name is frenchish". Theo nodded, showing his attention, "Childhood wasn't all that special, went to school, got my grades, tackled with my sexually, graduated, normal stuff everyone faces and joined the army not too soon after." "You were in the army?" Theo asked, looking amazed "Did I not just say so boy? A few pretty good years I might add, serving my country and all that crap. A few gruesome sights naturally, but once you see it, the second time isn't so bad." Al paused and smirked softly, "It's true what they say about the military by the way, with mainly men around ‘exploring' yourself is quite easy, and most of those men have something good looking working for them." the bear chuckled as if he was drifting off into a memory while Theo, surprisingly attentive, listened. "Though after a couple of years, I got a bad card hand during a mission and ended up being shipped to America, that being the closest country, and for a week or two I think spent sleeping and recoveri

ng in hospital. They fixed me up right as rain but after that going back into the field didn't seem like a good idea, right arms never been as good as it used to be" he said, giving said arm a little roll by the shoulder, "So I hung up my badges and spent the rest of my days till now as what I am today, a gym instructor, fairly happily too." The bear finished off, "That's about it." "Must have been hard." Theo said softly. "What part?" "Sitting in a bed feeling helpless and vulnerable after just being struck down then having to start all over again." Theo said. The drinks arrived swiftly, as Al eyed the other, "Polite and blunt I see." The bear looked down that the foamy hot beverage for a second, "It wasn't that hard, already had the training in the military, just used it for another job...a less strict job." Theo nodded while he added some sugar sachets to his tea and stirred it idly, a pinkie up in the air that he never seemed to notice, "How bout you?" "My childhood wasn't special either, since it was a little while ago. I guess you could call me the nerd stereotype, also with sexuality problems along with a sidehelping of homophobic bulling that wasn't too bad but still really annoying, but that's over now. Thank god. I'm in college now, studying for accounting." Theo said, "Numbers and me are a piece of cake." "Accounting huh. Writing numbers is a lot different from running around with a belt full of blades and a gun in your paws, hoping nothing jumps up from behind and plunges something deep through you heart." Al replied. Theo cringed at the growing image of being in the middle of nowhere while someone stabs you to death, "What made you join the military anyway? Putting your life at risk wasn't really your life motive was it?" "My guess, I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. See the world and be adventurous. Always did have a sharp eye when it came to shooting as well. Right now though I think it was hormones and insanity." The bear said, warm smile ever-present. "Ah, the reason most boys jump up and join the military, hormones." Theo said sarcastically while lifting his cup and sipping softly against it, not slurping. "Quiet boy." Al replied, already drinking his cappuccino. When he put it down again, there was a piece of white froth just above his lip and a little on his nose. Theo giggled softly at the sigh, and Al took an angrier disposition...or at least, it looked like an angry disposition, "What you laughing at boy?" Theo smiled, "You have white stuff on your nose." Alphonse blinked softly, and whipped his muzzle clean, "Happy now?" "You should have left it on. You look funnier that way" Theo said with a bright cheerful smile after his little giggle. "I'm not your clown, boy." Al replied, turning on that older stern and strict charm in his voice, making it sound full of authority and power as it's sound waves echoed deep. "Fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't shoot me." "For someone who might come across as shy to me, you sure don't mind speaking your own mind." Al remarked. Theo looked a bit offended, not sure why, but he did, "And why do I come across as shy?" "You said it yourself, you were the nerd. No offence boy, but you don't really look like someone who's out there setting trends. You look like you should be clogged up in your room reading books till the sun goes down and similarly terrified of girls or boys in your case." Al said, grinning evilly at the rabbit, "And just to drive it home, you look like you should be wearing fewer clothes." Theo knew why he felt insulted now, he was being judged as a bookworm AND a girl, "I can't help if that's how I am, ok?" Theo said, huffing and crossing his arms. "Fine, Sorry boy, don't lecture me to death." The two males stared at each other for a few seconds as if they were testing each other, to see who would lose the unknown game, before each of them broke into a little chuckle, Alphonse's louder than Theo's smaller giggle. The two were off after that. Well their voices were anyway. As the night drew on the talking didn't stop. Jokes and smiles, fake glares accompanied with age taunts brought a comfortable mood, the kind you would expect from father and son and slowly each warmed up to the other as time passed quickly on the small circular clock that hung on the wall of the café. Al in all his 42 years had enough times to tell dramatic stories about his times in the military that Theo found unusually entertaining, though he wondered if half of them were true since they sounded just one step into the land of farfetched and even more into the land of just plain weird. The bear loved jokes by the sound of things, since he had his own little arsenal of them. The ursine loved to laugh in general, but not overbearingly so that he became some old father type that just wasn't funny anymore. Before either of them really knew it, their drinks were up and they kept talking. After that Theo was the one who realized it was getting late, and he needed the sleep for the days to come. Studying was not fun. The walk was a silent one, the talking from before didn't seem to match as well to the warm drinks and cosy café than the cold outside night. Al offered to walk him home, and Theo accepted gratefully. Walking alone in the night wasn't really frightening, but it sure did make Theo feel a lot safer. "Thanks." Theo said with the smile he had been wearing for the past hour at the least, "It was nice to get to know you better." "You too boy." Al replied, having stopped at Theodore's apartment complex to give a last goodbye for what was left of that day. Theo grinned foolishly, "Wanna pretend it's still a date and kiss my cheek?" "Are you hitting on me boy?" Al said with careless and joking suspension. Theo didn't blush, oh no he didn't, he just giggled with his paws back in his hoody pockets. Al was such a drama queen...but when he though about it, so was himself "Do you want to or not?" "Can't beat the youth can I?" Al replied with a sigh "Fine, maybe it will make me feel like I was 18 years old again, kissing all the guys on the cheeks and feeling giddy" he chuckled. Carefully the elder bear leaned down a placed the softest of little kisses on the other's cheek. Theo almost didn't feel it, but he had. It was nice to be kissed...even if it was on the cheek, out of pity mostly and from a way older man. An old preserved and refined but light scent floated through Theodore's nostrils. It smelt like...all things adult...in a way. Al straightened up from the lean and stood tall above Theo, "Enjoy the rest of your night you hear?" "I will. I'll see you Thursday at the gym" Theo replied "Right-o." The ursine said, and gave a light wave as he started walking off in the opposite direction of the apartment building. Theo waved back weakly and when Al was no longer in sight, he scurried inside, suddenly feeling tired without the bear to liven things up for him. When he opened the door, Matthew was still up, pouring is eyes through some art books. The guy was very creative, and drawing men naked in the most seductive positions possible was his speciality. That Labrador could make any male look unbelievably hot when he drew. Muttering a softly ‘hey' in the dogs direction, Theo quickly attempted to retreat to bed. Matthew cut him off. "So how was it?" The dog asked, looking up briefly "You expect me to date a 42 year old?" Theo muttered, trying to sound irritated. This seemed to get Matthew's attention, fairly easily "You got paired up with a 42 year old?!" "Yes, no thanks to you." Theo fake glared at the other, just teasing because he didn't mind the ‘date' at all. "Then why are you so late? I though you had finally hit it off with some guy and he dragged you home to-" "He's a friendly 42 year old, ok? I felt bad for him." Theo said. Matthew was about to ask another question, but Theo did the cutting off this time with a swift, "Good night and farewell land of the awake." \---And so...--- Time passed quickly after that. Weeks even, which forged the bond the young and old fur had. Despite when they saw each other regularly at the gym, which remained a mostly non social thing, they would spend time together afterwards and Theo would find he got home a lot later than he usually did- "Are you DATING him?" Matthew asked. "No!" Theo replied, blushing brightly "How can you even SAY that?" "Because you spend ‘all' your free time with him, you ‘always' talk about him and whenever he's mentioned you get this big stupid smile on your face!" "I do not!" "Al." Theo smiled, causing his blush to deepen, "See?" "Why do you care anyway? It's not like we really dating, we just spending a lot of time together." "Doing what? Calling him your sugar daddy?" Matthew grinned, evilly and mischievous, loving the moment so much. It was too precious, too easy, too big to miss and way too tempting, "Does he make you beg and wear school boy clothes?" "He only kissed me a few times on the cheek ok?" Theo retaliated, and realized too soon that wasn't the right thing to say. "Wait till he gets to your mouth." And Theodore said what he normally said when Matthew god unbearably annoying, which was a lot, "AAUUUGHH!" and stormed out. Matthew chuckled to himself, feeling proud of his shit making ways. \---Not soon after...--- "Hey." Al said as he walked to the other, waving as he came to a stop outside the movies. Theodore looked up and nodded gently in greeting, looking a bit distracted. "Something bothering you boy?" Alphonse said, turning serious in a split second, and the fatherly side of his old age turning on immediately for the little rabbit. Theodore stared at the bear in front of him ‘don't say it....don't say it....don't say it.' Berating and commanding his body and mind not to ask what he wanted to. He didn't want it to blow up in his face, be called weird or otherwise offense and rude and he didn't want to ruin the casual like friendship he had with the older bear friend, it was something it actually liked in the world. "Are we dating?" And there it was... The question Theodore was hoping he wouldn't stupidly blurt out. But there it was, out in the open and ready to be judged. The lagomorpha stared hard into the ursine's experienced eyes, trying to find the answer and some part of him secretly hoping things would turn out ok, even though he seriously doubted they would. I mean, come on, the dude's 42 and he's 20, that's like 22 years apart. Isn't that paedophilia or something like that? What was he thinking? There was no way in hell that would even work. Even more importantly, why did he WANT it to work? That's just wrong, right? It was all Matthews damn fault, for putting the idea in his brain. ‘I shouldn't have asked, he's going to think I'm some kind of perv loser. Oh god why did I have to open my big fat mouth and sa-' "I think so." "I know I shouldn't have asked and you probably thinking I'm-" Theo paused in mid ramble of this thoughts "Wait, what?" "I think we are boy." Al's serious tone was still there, calm and unbothered by the idea. "...Really?" The rabbit asked "And you don't think it's freaky?" "It's a little weird boy." The bear, attempting a smile, and succeeding, "But hey, remember what we said last week: Weird is just being special in a good way" the bear looked round "It's not like I can deny it. We're going to damn movies for crying out loud, only couples do that stuff." Theo nodded softly "I thought so..." Al grinned, "I don't mind really." he chuckled, "It's kind of ironic, we were on a blind date a while back, and now we're actually dating, in a way." he paused and smirked handsomely down at the rabbit, "Looks like I still got some moves huh?" "I guess.." Theo replied, very slowly making peace with the idea that he was dating someone twice and a little more his age. Alphonse paused, remaining serious and understanding, "...Do you mind it?" Theodore looked up the much older bear, and studied him slowly with his eyes. It wouldn't be a lie to say the ursine had a handsome charm about him. He had noticed it many times before on previous occasions. It wasn't hard to miss. The bear was friendly and kind, but serious when it really needed to be. He was funny and he was very pleasant to be around. Theo could easily picture himself spending a lot of quality time with the other man. But then, there was the big stump in the road of life and happiness: the age gap. Theo had always partly pictured himself with an older man, since they tended to be at least a little bit more mature and understanding, but not so far as to say 22 years. He's heard of those sorts of relationships, but from what he heard they were a bit hard to maintain. There was the age gap after all. The one gets older faster, dies earlier if natural reasoning is put into play, all sorts of stuff like that that makes a relationship a lot harder than it already is. But having a gay relationship was hard anyway... Theo shook his head, "So long as you don't, neither do I" "So...this is a date-date then?" Al replied with a grin. "Looks like it." Theo replied, looking optimistic and willing, on purpose and unforced. Al grinned a bit wider, and slung his arm round Theo's shoulders, making the rabbit stiffen up at the sudden but welcome contact, "Then I got me a boyfriend." Theo blushed as Al smirked down at him, "Emphasis on boy." "Shut up." Theo muttered up, "And do you have to hold onto me like that?" "What? Afraid someone will hurt you? Don't worry." Al leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to white furred and rosy cheeks, "Big army bear will protect you. And since I'm the butch one in the pair by default, I get to do what I want" "You really enjoying all this aren't you..." Theo snickered and let himself be held, not mind being the ‘girly' one at all at current time. Always did figure he'd be on the receiving end of a pair. The way he was he didn't think he'd ever be on the other side of the table. "First boyfriend in a while boy, I have all the right in the world to be ecstatic about it. I'm old, let me have my moment alright?" the bear said, his arm tightening protectively around the smaller male as furs passed by looking at them with soft judgemental eyes. Al led, or rather, half dragged Theo into the movies. The rabbit himself had become a little weak in the knees for some reason. Many admin related things happened that Theo didn't pay notice to until they got to the doors of the movie. Everything was just happening so fast. The theatre was already dark by the time they padded in, and they got a couple of seats in the corner of one side. Theo felt overpoweringly subconscious of his looks at the time. He didn't mind being with Al, but he was just...to put it bluntly, scared of what people would think of him if he just announced: Hey, I have a boyfriend who's twice my age and he's still hot as ever! Theo blushed when he realized he added the ‘hot as ever' part in his mind, and tried to pay attention to the movie instead in the almost pitch dark besides the screen illuminating the large room of hardly anybody besides them. If one thinks about it, this is one of the perfect times for a rapist to make his move after lulling the victim into a false state of security. The rabbit took a side glance away from the movie he wasn't really paying attention to anyway to look at the bear. Admire was more like it. Al wasn't watching the rabbit; he was watching the movie like any other person would. Theo wondered how the bear seem to maintain his handsome trait even after darkness had fallen upon them. The brown fur made him stand out only slightly, but ever single feature stood out. It actually let Theo start to appreciate how the bear really looked, like seeing him in a new light, ironically in darkness. He smiled gently. A large brown paw moved and gently grabbed Theo's in an easy embrace, fingers laced neatly together. The bear looked sideways and down, and flashed a toothy little smile. Theo just couldn't help but get butterflies flitting around in his chest, along with a secure feel about him. A feeling he very rarely felt in his life, that adamant instinct. ‘This can work...' The rabbit soon found himself stealthily crawling into the bears seat and was welcomed whole heartily in a warm embrace of bear. Some kind of protective barrier had formed around him, one nothing could penetrate or disable. He looked up once more at the elder bear. And in the next three seconds, almost as if on countdown for New Years Eve, the small rabbit and the large bear found their lips entwined... \---Eventually...--- Al sat in his little cosy single story house around town. Nothing special, just your average place with enough room for everything every furry needs to live with a few homey touches that makes each home no matter how big or small. A brick unlit fireplace stood in front of the lounge area, were the elder bear now sat in a reclining armchair, looking comfortable and content. ‘Old style' just reeked off the walls and carpeting. A few medals and pictures of a life the bear it belong to once lived with his own mind and body. Green painted walls with decent lighting and wood under the brown carpeting. Besides the chair was a couch that faced the not too big but not too small TV standing along against the wall. Behind the living room walls, shuffles of another being were barely heard in the cottage like house made for one but able to house two easily. "Ok...I think I'm ready!" the voice shouted. "Well get in here boy, and let's have a look at you..." Alphonse the elderly, and admittedly perverted when he should be, bear called back. A door opened, and revealed Theodore standing in its way. "Holy. Shit." Al said, staring intently at the other, drinking in the sight like a dry sponge to water "You look gorgeous, boy." Theo blushed a dark rose red, spreading very slightly to his ears as a weak pink, "Think so?" "Boy, you could make a straight man love you." Al chuckled. That may have been the case, as Theodore stood in the open doorway in the shortest looking blue miniskirt Al had ever seen on a male. In fact, it was the only miniskirt he had seen on a male in general. That wasn't all however. The skirt was accompanied with a short sleeved flamboyant purple shirt, a couple of bright red hearts on it that fit snugly against the rabbit's frame and hugged to him tightly. Over his flopped down ear a hooped earring hung from a hole and over his legs, covering from foot to knee were a pair of pink and purple stripe covered toeless socks. If you didn't know better, you could have honestly mistaken Theo for a girl. A very pretty girl. "Thanks." Theo muttered, and padded over slowly, swaying his hips just a bit, "Who talked who into this again?" "No one talked anyone into this boy. I just casually mentioned after some time of our dating that you would make a rather pretty picture in girl clothes. Then for some unknown reason you decided to appease my ridiculous thoughts and promised to try some on for me." Al explained matter-of-fact like. "Was that before or after you grabbed me and kissed the living day lights out of me, telling me you would always had a bit of a fetish for those kind of guys and seeing me in a skirt would be like Christmas coming early?" Theo said with a teasing smirk. "I believe it was after..." The bear chuckled at himself more than at Theo's retaliation "Speaking of Christmas, why don't you hop onto my lap and tell me what you want?" Theo grinned softly to himself and obeyed, neatly climbing into the bigger bear's lap and giving him a hug, "You are one perverted old man..." "You show me a boy in girl's clothing and you expect me to act decent? I have needs too boy." Al replied, his right paw hugging Theo on his back and supporting him. "What is it about it that you like anyway? If you like guys in girls' clothes, doesn't that technically mean you could like girls?" Theo asked curiously. Al scratched his chin in mock thought "It's hard to explain what about fetishes turn people on boy. For me, I think it's just the idea it puts into your head. When you look at a guy and he's got a dress on, it's not the fact that he looks like a lass, it's the fact that you KNOW it's a male under all those clothes and their still able to look as beautiful as any female you could meet. The clothes don't last long either, once they come off, you're dealing with a man again, and the beauty remains on him without the clothes." Al paused, and then smirked down at the little lagomorpha in his lap, "I'm calling you beautiful, in case you're missing it." Theo smiled gently up at the bear, "I wonder why people like ageplay then..." "We're an example of those people boy." A brown paw rested on Theo's head, and gently stroked the back of it, encouraging out a soft sound of appreciation, "I already explained a fetish on my views, why don't you take a crack at it?" Theo looked down to his skirt, the gut belonging to another residing near to it, "I think it has to do with...maturity" the rabbit looked into the eyes of the ursine, "Some people may want to seek people who have been through a lot and similarly know how to live there life out, since a lot of it has gone already. For the older guys I guess they want a nice young someone to make them feel young again, to feel like they still have what it takes to get back in the game and to breathe fresh life into them. I guess it also for the thrill of doing something that isn't common." "That sounded rather deep boy." Al replied. "I try." "So then, you find me mature do you? You have given me a better reason to wake up in the morning with these tired bones." "I'm glad I could help papa." Al blinked and grinned devilishly down at the adorable blushing rabbit residing in his lap, "Did you just call me papa?" "...Yea..." Theo whispered, highly embarrassed, "Since you call me boy...I kinda wanted to have a little pet name for you too." "Boy, you are reloading my gun real fast and it hasn't shot for a while." "Being called Papa turns you on?" Theo asked sweetly, almost innocently, succeeding to make him look even more adorable. "Being called papa by YOU turns me on boy." Al smirked as he said. "Well then, Papa bear, what can I do to help you reload your old gun then, hmm? You know how much I love helping my dear old pop..." Theo said, shifting his weight and sitting more facing the other. He could feel the bear's slow breath on his muzzle. "Your being rather bold for the Theo I know boy, eager?" the bear asked, a

little surprised to find the rabbit this willing when he normally was so shy and hesitant. "Maybe it's just the rabbit side of me kicking in." Theo grinned. "I dare say I like eager Theo better than normal Theo." the bear replied, a large paw slowly resting on the other's thigh, giving it soft caring strokes along its length and reaching higher and higher. His digits fingered at the thin cloth of the skirt, before easily lifting it up and sliding beneath it. The ursine's smile broadened when he found the equally thin clothed red panties under that tempting skirt, "I like eager Theo's undies too." Theo blushed a red to match his undergarments, "Thought it would be a nice touch." he replied, the panties now showing easily with his skirt lifted up. It was silky smooth in the bear's paws, and the crotch had a small black paw print on it, which both Alphonese and Theodore found adorable. Al pulled Theo just a bit closer to his body, Theo shifting a bit from lap to half lap-half thigh. The rabbit closed his eyes and murred the softest of all murrs when a finger brushed along his clothed butt cheek. It stayed just as soft, even as the bear cupped one in his large paws and rubbed it inside its grasp. A muzzle buried into a chest as that groping paw handled the goods more detailed, shifting off a cheek and moving towards the middle. The murr got louder as a pair of old fingers caressed his crack, rubbing the fabric up against his white furred butt as the other paw reached under Theo's upper coverings and stroked the smaller male's chest. His lips parted to let out its sounds more easily, breathing warmly on the other's covered chest. A aroused rumbled travelled from the bear's belly up to his maw as he touched his new lover, and he could feel himself hardening slowly against his shorts. Theo looked up at the bear, feeling the hardness near his thigh and feeling urges to touch it, please it, suck it, lick it, kiss it, something, anything, ‘Al, can I?" "Can you what?" The bear asked, not only because he wasn't sure what the rabbit wanted to do, but because he wanted to hear the rabbit say it. "Can I suck you off?" the rabbit asked as innocently as a child would, or as innocent as that question could be from a child. "Thought you'd never ask boy..." the bear smiled, "It's all yours to play with." his paws retracted from the smaller mammal and rested behind his head, ready and fully willing to enjoy the experience. Theo sunk from the bears lap and onto the carpeted floor in no time at all, nimble paws reaching out and pulling down the pants zipper, hearing the ‘zzzzzzzz' as it slowly went down. He reached at the waist and pulled the jeans down, smirking at what he saw. "Jockstrap?" He asked. "They're pretty comfy, and a lot easier for access." Al replied with a grin, placing his paw between the rabbits floppy ears and rubbing it with a thumb, encouraging further activity. The rabbit took a good hold of the bulge pressing out defined at the white jockstrap, and groped it inside his paw, earning a pleasing soft moan from the taller male. He could feel the length throbbing against the fabric demandingly, waiting to be released and freed. Theo wasted no more time, and pulled down at the jockstrap. His eyes met a swollen length, judging by Theo only as about 10 or 11 inches long, black, cut and currently pulsing slightly, below it in a brown bag of fur hung two proportioned balls bigger than golf balls. Theo licked his lips hesitantly, and looked up at the bear, met with a soft grin "Don't worry boy, just take your time, I won't pull or shove" The rabbit nodded, taking a shy grip on the other male's powerful thighs, leaning his muzzle forward and not touching the length itself, but descending lower between the two balls. His nose gently sniffed and inhaled the bear's growing musk, bringing his tongue out and as shy as everything he did at the time, let it rest against the bear's sack. It moved slowly, moving the little pink muscle along the furred balls, sampling them more than tasting and hearing a deep rumble response for his actions. He kissed both hanging orbs in turn, thinking of what to do next as he ‘nibbled'. For the time being he let his tongue more bravely shower it over the balls, sucking around them and feeling the cock tingle near his cheek and nose. Rabbit tongue moved up suddenly, licking swiftly at the base of the cock. The lick broadened and moved north, leaving more and more of length claimed in its path to the summit. Small white paws stroked along the strong thighs in a caring manner, scratching them gently as Theo's lips reached the tip, and gave it a swift kiss. His tongue got to work quickly, swirling around that tip slowly and licking over the slit. Al moaned in response, head back and maw open, "That's it boy..." Feeling braver by the second, Theo dived onto the cock and making Al groan in pleasure. His lips sunk over the length slowly and grew accustomed to its taste and feel of it, quickly deciding he loved it. His tongue explored the rod in his maw, warmly lapping over it and keeping it trapped in his maw cavern. Al stroked his rabbit head lovingly, encouraging more and showing how much he loved the attention. The bunny sucked gently over the length, slowly bobbing his head over the first half of it, his paw taking the bottom half and stroking it between his paw pads. He could feel the bear's aroused rumbling vibrate over his body as he sucked, playing slighting with the sensitive flesh and testing where the bear liked it the most. It seemed like he did everywhere. The ursine's moans filled the room so quickly, and Theo could feel his body shivering with anticipation. He slid his tongue slightly, letting it drag over the warm member as it throbbed against his gums. The scent he was so familiar with whenever he was around the bear had doubled and added that small of a deeply aroused muscular male, ready to do what he wants to please himself. The scent drugged his systems as his head bobs went lower and closer to the bear's pubes where it seemed to be coming from, drifting to his petite nose easier. For the first time in that instant Theo realized just how hard he was when the pain of being clothed with a hard on ached in his lower regions. Al panted softly, resisting his urges to just roughly grab the rabbit's long ears and use his muzzle like he didn't care. But he did, even though it was extremely tempting. He kept his old needs at bay and enjoyed the already amazing treatment as it was. His thick meat hadn't been under the pressure of a good pleasuring for a while since he had no one to offer him it, and currently it caused him to crave more desperately. He allowed himself the pleasure of bucking just once, pushing his length deeper in the rabbit while he looked down with a growl. He could already feel his balls working and churning new seed, and small drops leaked out in pre. "Oh god bunny boy..." Theo let the white liquid touch his tongue, tasting another man's salty cum for the first time. He found a liking to, that odd sensation, and sucked harder on the member as if trying to get the rest out. His little rabbit tongue new to everything that was happening danced to the sound of wet licks. His nose twitched, hit with the growing scent time and time again as he went up and down. Al stiffened, not wanting the pleasure to end, no now, not after so long of neglect and not after sharing the feeling with his bunny boy. But he couldn't take it. Every piece of him was screaming for release, to let his voices flow free. A shout, cry, scream of energy broke his lips apart as his seed dam was blasted open and let it rush to the poor unsuspecting rabbit. His last thought before his mind was overcome with ecstasy was cursing himself for not being able to last longer. Theo's eyes opened in shock as a torrent of ursine cum flooded his maw. He tried to swallow some down, but with the cock still in his maw he gagged and was forced to take it out. The lasts spurts of the climax splattered his already white face, covering up some of the black patched. He licked his lips slowly, and smiled. But coughed a second later Al looked down at the little younger male, an apologetic but nowhere near truly sorry smile. It was too good to be sorry for "Sorry...little...guy" he panted his words "Shoulda...warned ya..." Theo shook his head slowly and innocently climbed back into the bear's lap, "S'ok papa..." A moment of rest took place in the room, a short brief moment to catch breath, more needed by the elder one, "I used to be able to last...a lot longer than that..." Theo smiled a shy amused smile, "Papa's older now...how's longs it been?" "Couple of years...10 or so" "Papa's got an excuse then." Theo nuzzled the bear's Adams apple, "He's just a bit out of rusty." "Gonna help me get back in the groove boy?" Al asked, arms at his sides moving to hug Theo gently. "Yes, papa..." the rabbit licked Al's neck, "Papa's still gonna take me right?" The ursine looked curiously down as his boyfriend, "Boy wants more?" "Papa still wants more." Theo replied with a giggle, and petted a black cock that hadn't softened one little bit. Al smiled sheepishly and chuckled, "Always was a bit too horny." "I don't mind." "Hidden bunny side of you still workin eh?" "You ask too many questions, Papa." Another brief moment of comfort and silence "Just need my breath back" The bear whispered softly after a while. White lips pressed gently against brown for a second. A smile as innocent and pure as the snow itself spread along Theo's lips. The smile reflected easily. "You might want to make yourself look desirable on the floor boy, might help speed the process." Without a word Theo left Al's warm lap once more, and crawled over the carpet floor away from the bear. He stopped after a few crawls and looked back, paws and knees on the floor and rump stuck in the air. The smile was still there, but innocent and pure seemed to lose meaning slightly in it. Al's eyes travelled over the rabbit's body, starting from the grinning muzzle, down to the exposed nape, south still to the currently still clothed and slightly bent back, more till the small puff of fluffy fur Theo claimed as a tail. Sitting right below was one of the tightest looking tail holes Al had seen in a while. He rose from his seat on the couch and moved his way over to the other male; till his body loomed over the other. The urge to be completely naked suddenly overcame the bear, and some with seeing Theo completely naked. Without much second though he took hold of his shirt, and tore it apart with a loud rrriiipppp. Theo stared with a held back gasp of surprise at the sight; till his little shirt was roughly pulled over his head, both torn material and it thrown aside carelessly. "Wasn't that a bit much papa?" he asked. "Horny. Naked rabbit. Tailhole. No questions." The bear replied gruffly, getting to his knees behind the rabbit, and using a large brown paw to stroke along the rabbit's back, feeling said back arch into the touch. He brushed the fur under his palm caringly and slowly, relaxing Theo with the slow pets. Theo murred softly, feeling the paw travel a bit lower to his sides, stroking them in the same manner. He felt another paw take a hold of his one leg at the same time, and sort of kept it in place while it slid the fingertips against his skin. Al let his eyes drink in the sight of his lover, hypnotised by a hidden beauty the rabbit seemed to have. It wasn't long before the pucker against captivated his view, and the bear contemplated just what he should do to it, pondering quickly the options of foreplay. The thoughts races second by second and each thought brought a new answer to him. Slowly he leaned his muzzle down and kissed just above the tailhole and below the tail, that small area. His one paw withdrawing to the other leg and gripping the same way the other did, he held the bunny down. Theo's eyes went wide when he felt a warm something that he could only guess was a tongue touch his tailhole. He didn't look back, keeping his eyes forward to deal with the funny new feeling. It slid up and down his crack, teasingly licking the sensitive flesh and covering much with its broadness. He could feel the wetness at his bottom that felt weird but wonderful all the same. Al rumbled lustfully against the rabbit, nose touching the tail while his tongue worked. The pink muscle dragged its way over the rump, with his paws coming up and grabbing each cheek respectively and pulled them further away from each other to expose the hole as much as possible. It circled around the pucker and then went covered it with skill. Theo moaned, feeling things he never felt before in his life. And he knew that people went on and on about how great sex was, but he never knew it was THAT great. His body heated a bit and he held back another gasp as he felt the muscle start to press and push at his rump, instinct telling his muscles to tense up. Al pressed his tongue harder inside, breaking past the hole and wiggling in. He felt the hot wet tightness of an anus surround his muscle, yet he pushed it further still, as deep as he could into the enclosed caverns, tasting a fresh rabbit and enjoying the taste. Theo felt his legs tremble gently, feelings all over his body reacting from one spot on his rump. He moaned, long and dragged out just as his virgin hole slowly and gently was pried apart. He could not mood, nor did he want to. He wanted to be stuck in that way for a long time. Al's tongue darted in and out just a bit, in a sense fucking the rabbit with his tongue, lustful vibrations stemming from him, those old feelings from days before coming back to him and feeling so good to be having them again. That rush of adrenaline and excitement mixed with sparks of joy. He wanted more, god he wanted much more, and he was making sure he was getting it. Theo for first time notices his erection during that time, hard and wanting. He shifted a bit downward so he wouldn't need so much support to keep himself up, and used one paw to fondle his bits, moaning quick at it and his ass's pleasuring. Al ate the rabbit's ass with vigor, fucking his tongue inside of it, lapping the tight walls quickly. But soon his tongue slowed in speed, and eventually stopped. The bear took his muzzle away, and massaged the rump with one paw, and his own cock once more, "I'll slide in a bit better now..." he gave the rump a confident pat. The rabbit was about to ask if Al had condoms, safety taking a small toll in his mind briefly, but he decided against it. He doubted the bear had anything he should be worried about and wanting to have the raw meat in his ass and not latex, not to mention that sticky yummy cum he just tasted up his hole was great. Al shifted just a bit closer, his member's flesh rubbing up the rabbit's warm hole, ready for the cherry to be popped open. A paw took hold of the rabbit's shoulder "Ready for your pounding boy?" "Yes papa..." the simple, and slightly arousing to hear, reply. The ursine's black tip rested against the hole for mere split seconds before force drove it forward. Al growled deeply at the sudden welcome warmth over his arousal while Theo groaned in the slightest winces of pain. "Papa...it hurts a little..." Theo said softly. "You're a big boy now, be good and take papa's cock..." the bear replied roughly, holding onto the rabbit more securely as his length sunk deeper in the ass. Theo focused on breathing while the feelings from moments ago doubled. Slowly the pain of being split apart subsided, and all that was left was the pleasure of having a big cock sliding against his walls. "God boy... you're good and tight for papa..." Al said, holding the rabbit's rump with his other paw, shoving it deep and managing to hilt himself. He paused a moment, satisfied with the pleasured feeling of being inside someone for the time being. He let his cock grow accustomed to the sweet, sweet pleasure of it all. Theo himself needed the pause more than bear did. It at least would let his ass to adjust to having a large intruder inside of it. Neither he, nor his add minded though. Theo felt complete in a way, rump tingling slightly. Al pulled out slowly, letting those walls of heaven massage his cock slowly as he did. His tip remained inside the hole, and he pushed back in with more effort. The wet ass take it easier this time, and the next time it when in, and the time after that and soon the cock was sliding in and out in pace. Theo hadn't forgotten pawing himself along the way, even though he felt slightly numb from ecstasy. He quivered gently, moaning soft "aaahhs" and "ooohs" as his ass was invaded over again. He closed his eyes, and fully embraced what was happening, tensing and relaxing his muscles in spasms with no real rhythm in them. "That's a good boy, fight papa's cock a bit," the bear grumbled dominantly, picking his pace up and throwing his head back to moan to the ceiling. His paws pulled and pushed at Theo's body, controlling it and impaling it as far down as possible with each stroke, hitting the prostate like a slow drumming. Although he was mostly being jerked back and forth with shoved and paws, the rabbit very gently rocked back into the thrusts with what strength he could muster out of his sex induced haze. He wasn't sure how much time was passing, but it felt like time was speeding by, and at the same time lasting forever. The bear gave Theo's rump a spank, earning an adorable yip and a smug grin on his lips. His lust and burning passion increased rapidly, so did his need. He leaned over just a bit, and started hammering his cock harder at the bunny's rump, each one bring a delightful and constant slap. He gripped at Theo's neck fur, putting power into his thrusts. Theo panted heavily, reduced to a horny rabbit wanting nothing more than to be royally fucked hard, heavy and raw. He loved every second of his hole being bombarded and plundered ruthlessly. He loved the sheer force behind it all and he never wanted it to stop. He hungered to be cummed into "Papa..." he moaned in appreciation to the other male dedicated so much effort. The bear adjusted his pace slightly, slamming his cock inside the rabbit rapidly, pulling out slowly and pushing back in roughly. He created a combination between quick sparks and lasting flames of pleasure. Each deep thrust would rub his balls up against the other's rump, making tingling friction. Hearing the moans and calls of his lover aroused him just so much more, and he gave the ass another playful slap with his paw. Theo whimpered and gritted his teeth, no longer pawing himself and using both of support himself as he felt like he would collapse at any given second. His cock twitched and pulsed painfully. He shut his eyes tightly, letting the shockwaves blast over him one by one, unable to do anything more but moan. Al could feel the bunny tense up slightly, and he knew what was going to come very soon. Taking a hard grip on him, and another squeeze on the lagomorphs' length, he pumped his cock in and out without falter or pause. The heat of all the activity made the bear sweat as he pounded away, determined to see his love reach the point of no return. And it came soon enough. The grasping hold of his cock plus the deep rabid stuffing sent Theo over his cliff. "Aaaah!" he shouted, seed sputtering out onto the carpeted floor in tiny ropes. His ass clenched hard over the length inside in reflex, and his body shook heavily in release. Al groaned at the sudden powerful tightness, his fucking still constant and powerful gaining added pleasure to both him and the cumming rabbit. Just a few more hard pushes into the extra tight cave was all the ursine needed for his second release, roaring loudly as his sloppy white load spilled into the rabbit's ass. It was less than the first, which was to be expected, but still quite a bit. The two bodies shook against each other, the one's chest falling onto the other's back and thus making the one below collapse to the ground after. They lay there in a tangled mess of sweaty body parts and cum, gasping for precious oxygen, eyes closed and set into a very enjoyable recovery mode... \---And finally...--- A fireplace blazed softly in the living room. On the floor in front of that fire, lay a rabbit and a bear closely wrapped together in a bundle. Both naked but the fur that covered their bodies and the blanket that had been thrown over each other, they lay in almost silence. Theodore, poor exhausted thing, had eyes closed and slowly rising and falling chest to signal he was still dreaming was his only movement. His lips still and just slightly parted, his arms drawn into his body and legs lying sprawled out on the ground, he was at complete peace. Spooning him from behind was Alphonse, smiling contently as he watched over the little rabbit sleep. His arm wrapped around Theo's waist, legs caught in the other's and muzzle watching with gentle eyes from over a shoulder, eh made sure the bunny was as close as physically possible. The bear felt his old heart beat warmly in the embrace of love, and he snuggled just a bit closer to the rabbit. For the first time in a few good long years, he was truly happy with what he had; a good job, a good life, and now a great boyfriend to cure his loneliness and give him something to come home to. Al closed his eyes and thought of how the future was going to be now that he had Theo at his side. He imaged walking through that front door and having the cheerful rabbit to hug hum around the neck and let him release all his stress from a hard day's work. That special someone he could share his feelings and ideas with and just spend time with. He was looking forward to it all, their life together. It would definitely spice his life up in the least. Al leaned lower, and gently pressed a gentle peck of a kiss on Theo's sleeping cheek. The rabbit's ear flicked, making Al want to chuckle. "Night bunny boy...I love you..." The flames continued to burn that night, long after the two males had fallen fast asleep. Somewhere in the night, Theo's paw had moved lower and held onto Al's, muttering softly and dreamily in his sleep. "...Love...too....Al..." \---End--- Thank GOD I finished this personally overdue commission Good try and Age play I must say Proud of it, sorta XD Written by me All characters belong to me, but I likely won't use them again Beta'd by my Teddybear, Arukku (Love you babes, for fixing all my annoying typing errors) Thanks for reading =)

Melody- or just Mel as she proffered- is a really strong willed woman. With cyan eyes behind silver framed rectangular glasses, and brown hair tied in a high ponytail made of massive curls. She was surely a great prize for anyone to make an ally of, but a terrible enemy. In her highschool years she came upon two macabre harps carved from a long dead and forgotten deity. One harp controlled physical things, the other mental- body and mind. Controlling them was trouble enough and keeping them secret harder still. She had used them many times over the years, always telling herself each time it should be the last. It would seem it was time again to unseal the ancient ritual chamber they slept in- under the side of a small mountain that overlooked the city. She had a cushy office job, handling book keeping for Aegis Security. It paid well and wasn't hard at all- the main shortcoming is that is abysmally boring, but that was remedied by her coworkers. They were a unique bunch of...colorful personalities that seemed borderline crazy at times, making the office much more lively than it should be. If left with just that, it would seem life was exactly how it should be, but then there is Allegro. Handsome, sure- athletic too. He was even nice, but that only made his arrogance and narrow mindedness that much worse! He knew he was good looking and subtly flaunted it every moment he exists like a subconscious function, like breathing. She could put up with that much but he also had a habit of mistaking his opinions for fact, and even when you prove him wrong he was excellent at back stepping and making it seem like he was never wrong at all! Allegro got into a rather big argument with Mel the other day, ending with him still ignorantly calm and Mel ready to pop his head off like a zit. Allegro stated that in trying to be beautiful like society tells them is appropriate, women can never be as strong as men- effectively locking the two genders into preconceived roles. Even if one were to try and switch, they would never be good enough at it to really pull it off. Mel raged about how beauty and power were able to coexist, but nothing would get through Allegro's head! She was quite pretty but not strong- at least not physically, but she could fix that. It felt like cheating, using magic to create a pristine example of power and beauty, but she needed to get through to him, so she was going to make herself the exemplar. After breaking through the caved in doorway of the ritual shrine with a portable shovel, she followed the path of light trailing from the opening. The torches and candles within the huge chamber had burned out eons before, so the opening she made was the only light- convenient then that the harps are in the center and thus within the light. The pedestal with the music book of the harps was outlined on the border of light and dark, but the book- the Dirge Of The Dead God was gone! There was a few people Mel knew could get in here, but why they would remove the book is beyond her. The music only did something if played from the harps- it did absolutely nothing on any other instrument. The harps were both still there however, and even if someone wanted to take them they couldn't- the harps are both huge and locked in place on huge marble slabs. You would need a crane to move them, and even then you would need to tear them out of the structure! So why remove the book? The book did nothing without the harps and the harps were uncontrollable without the proper music. Mel let out a very long, annoyed sigh. A bit blinded with anger still, she switched to her plan B. Taking out her cell phone she thumbed through photos of the book she had taken in the past when Mel was trying to learn about the book overall. The problem is- she didn't have pictures of much more than half the pages in the section for the harp for body only. She had to make due with whatever songs she had taken pictures of...which could prove dangerous. Mel grumbled in frustration, flicking past images quicker now, only skim reading even though she didn't know what she was looking for. She quickly stopped on another song she had a...unique encounter with. Aspect of a cow. Mel never used it herself but knew a girl named Viola who did use it. It gave her big breasts and big nipples, it also made her lactate. Eventually she was lactating like a broken sprinkler from inhumanly giant breasts with too many, too long teats. It even affected her thoughts. But that was the thing- most of that was eventual. The aspect songs needed time to get fully up to speed- most of the initial changes are on a genetic level and not outwardly visible at all. Mel could imbue herself with the aspect of a cow and then not milk herself as to hasten that portion of it. It would put her on a rather strict time limit, but she figured she could manage it. She already had a time limit- she was trying to catch Allegro when he left work. Once she decided on that song, the final touch became obvious. For the athleticism portion she chose another aspect song, for lean but strong muscle Mel chose the aspect of a horse. With any luck two aspect songs on top of each other would slow each other down and extend the genetic sorting stage. As Mel straddled the ancient bone frame of the body harp, her fingers plucked at the hair made strings with careful precision. The strength at which songs were played affected their magnitude, which means playing part of a song louder and the rest normally can put focus on a single part of its effect. Knowing this already allowed her to tone down lactation and any mental effects from either, and hasten the effect on her bust but not amplify it. These variables is exactly why the harps were so easily misused- even the true songbook could only tell you so much, it doesn't have every variable possibility or combination or the book would have to be as thick as a house is tall! Mel felt a very familiar tingle when she was done and her eraser nub nipples stood in attention, though not visible past her bra. She knew better than to wait for other changes and left to return to work. She would be cutting it close for sure. Mel needed to descend the mountain again, though the mountain was fairly small and going down was always quicker than up. Her car was at the bottom waiting for her. Mel skirted the speed limit half because of her time constraints and half because she kept feeling like stretching her legs, causing her to press down the peddle. She could feel the sinew in her legs bolstering and the muscle fibers twisting slowly and gently as it stretched and relaxed- getting a bit bigger each time. Mel's breasts swelled at a slow and steady rate as well, causing her to release the clasp on the back of her bra- already quite familiar of how to handle this. The breasts would pin the bra in place with outward pressure while the bra still helped keep them in place somewhat, without strangling them. She turned into the parking lot quickly with a sigh of relief as she seen Allegro turning into the lot as well, on foot. Mel's hair had been turned black and straight when her face changed, but she decided now to let it out of the ponytail as well just to be safe, and took extra care not to look into the rear or side mirrors in her vehicle- as that would negate the spell. Mel called over to Allegro as she approached, asking if he seen her leave the building already- making it seem like Mel was a friend coming to pick herself up. Allegro smiled and told her Mel had left quite some time ago already, followed quickly with a comment on his good looking Mel's current form is. Well, convincing him of the beauty portion certainly wasn't hard- though her breasts were starting to tug the buttons on her shirt. Mel also noticed her vision was higher over the vehicles than usual- she was taller now, mostly her legs. Using the complement to carry forward from, Mel feigned ignorance of Allegro, asking who he was. Claiming Mel told her over text messages earlier about the argument with Allegro, she challenged his stance in her new form now- though remained outwardly as calm as she could. Responding so fast she nearly cut him off- Mel challenged him, claiming she could overcome him in any physical challenge! Allegro was hesitant, but then smiled and pointed to a nearby park. It was hard to tell if he chose it because it was the first thing he thought of, or because he wanted to see her big boobs bouncing wildly all over the damned place. The park was a common spot for dog walking and jogging because of long winding paths, he was going to race her from one side to the next- assuming it was impossible for her to keep his pace with her tits heaving along the way. The joke was on him, the song increased the size of the muscle tissue connecting skin to fat as well as the tendon that held both breasts up internally- they were impossibly well built for their size. Mel was glad he chose this bet, not only were her leg muscles begging her to use and stretch them but a race would be over the fastest, fitting her time constraints. The two of them drove to the park and Mel nearly hit her head on the roof as she got out of her car again- she was still getting bigger, and her tailbone kept twinging as it slowly started to develop. Eager to get started, she hurried him along and Allegro played along easy enough- confident he couldn't lose. He did plenty of jogging himself in this very park. Mel bounced back and forth on her feet ready to go, not even caring that her bust was doing plenty of its own bouncing. Allegro gave the mark and they both took off, but Allegro got an early lead easily. Mel started to catch up not too long after, and other people in the park actually stopped to look at the two of them as Mel started to race past Allegro with ease, at a speed surely no one there could match- dogs included. She was so fast Allegro actually had to yell to her that he forfeit, as it was clear there was no possible way he could win. When she stopped and hustled back to him, she only then noticed she had been running on only the front of her feet. Allegro, through his lack of breath tried to pass it off with complements to her for being uniquely skilled- that she was apparently the exception of the rule. All Mel really heard was she wins, Allegro loses. Mel also felt her ears perk up to listen to his breathless admittance of defeat- which meant they went human ears! Now almost entirely the ears of a horse, Mel was now doubly glad she let her hair down as it hid the ears. She was going to try and end the encounter as quickly as possible now that she won, but Allegro was actually faster to end it. It made sense- she did just stop him from going home to kick his ass in a race, and nearly gave him a heart attack trying to outrun her. He told her to say hi to Mel for him, and the both of them returned to their vehicles. When Mel bent over to get into her car though, she finally noticed two of the buttons on her top were torn clean off! She had more boob than the shirt could possibly contain, the added movement of her running must have torn them right out! She was too focussed on the race to even notice. Horses are extremely competitive by nature. To get back in the car she had to exhale and press her boobs back to fit them past the rim of the steering wheel. Her feet were also pressing into the toes of her shoes aggressively to find more room- she had to get back to the harps quickly. A glance in the rearview mirror as she was backing up to leave returned her face and hair to normal. Mel kept looking down nervously at her breasts which were increasingly pink and increasingly bigger- trying to escape through her expanded collar like the top of a muffin over its cup. At a stop sign she tried to unbutton the top entirely and unintentionally exploded two more buttons completely off. She was only able to unbutton the last two remaining buttons and let her bounding bust throw her open bra into the wheel. Her nostrils were growing larger as well as her ears- retaining the shape of a horses ears but the size of a large eared bovine. Mel had to keep slouching farther over as her entire body continued to grow and cause the car to become horrendously cramped. When she finally pulled the car over it wasn't at the mountain. Her hands between wrist and fingers was lengthening and her digits becoming cramped and stiff, so she couldn't hold the wheel properly anymore, plus her breasts rubbed her lower gut and it was way more sensitive than it should be. To make matters worse, when she hit the breaks a hoof broke through the toe of her shoe. Mel was out at the edge of the city so she wasn't that far from the mountain, and homes were much more spaced out, so hopefully no eyes on her. Mel took Viola and others out here to hide out in an unused barn a long time ago, so it made sends to come here again- it was between her work and the mountain after all. Mel kicked the ground as she squirmed her way out of the vehicle to burst her other shoe and take them both completely off. She had to lean on the car for a bit as her hooves bulked up and grew the structural integrity to hold her up properly. They were horse hooves, but she could already tell her devolving hands were going to be cow hooves. Her clothes were ridiculously small on her, and she knew if she bent over her pants would just explode from her leg muscles. Mel divided her giant pink breasts with one proto-hoof to see past and examine with her other arm what happened below- and found a second set of breasts! Not an udder, and not human- the pure black breasts of a mare growing from between her legs, with a distinct upward/forward direction. Sort of a 'torpedo tit' shape to them, the nipples were big but not as huge and defined as cow teats, but like a cow they had no areola. Then again, neither did her top breasts anymore- the breast turned pastel pink and the areola lightened to the exact same tone so they were effectively invisible. She let out a surprisingly deep groan as her neck popped and lengthened a bit. As soon as her legs were complete enough she made a quick run for the barn- and cleared the field in mere seconds with her long strides. She stood on the side of the barn facing away from the road- between the barn and fence bordering the horse ranch next door. It was very hard to keep her balance now as her torso lengthened and barreled out, actually making her small beach-ball sized breasts look a bit more reasonably sized. Her top ripped apart at the sleeves removing it entirely from her. Mel seen as her skin sectioned off into black and white areas like a Holstein but didn't see right away that most of her face was bright pink. With rapid-fire muffled pops her face and already greatly enlarged nose started to push out- and then she was able to see the pink easily. She shook her head almost as if to try and force it to hurry up as the sensation was bizarre. Both her face and neck finished in one final burst of growth, and a sound of bone that sounded much more painful than it actually was. Mel slid her cow hooves from the barn wall to allow herself to slide down onto all fours to properly assess her now completed form. As soon as her legs bent in the slightest her pants tore into front and back half and fell away. Her head was that of a horse, but her entire mane matched the appearance and length of her hair when she was human. Her nostrils, lips, and tongue were those of a cow however, and bright pink to contrast the black and white of the rest of her. Held in place by huge equine pectoral muscles was her massive pink breasts, up and forward enough that they only slightly hindered her front legs. Her body was horse, colored like a cow, with cow hooves on the front legs and horse in the back. The equine breasts were tremendously huge compared to any normal horse, but still a bit smaller than Mel's front melons. Again, their position and the gap between limbs allowed them to exist without hampering her limb movement. Her tail was ropey like a cow but the tasseled end was much larger and longer, taking aspects from a horse as well. She obviously couldn't see her naughty bits, but Mel could certainly see the massive muscular globes that was her huge equine ass. Her eyes were still bright and cyan in color though her pupil was horizontal like a horses, and just over them was two bone nubs- mini cow horns. Mel stopped in circles for quite a bit trying to get used to moving on all fours. All four breasts felt like they were rocking back and forth a lot more than they actually were, and Mel determined it is because they all have milk in them. She looked up at the mountain- it wasn't that far at all, and she is very, very fast. Mel wasn't all that worried- she could still pluck the strings of a harp with hooves, and horses had to double getting onto their back legs. She would have to avoid eyes heading there, and take the easier path up to the door but other than that- all this can be undone at the very harp that caused it. The first time she had trouble with the harp it immobilized her, making it impossible for her to return to undo it- but this song made her MORE mobile, not less. She placed a hoof on the lower part of the fence then the top, at first thinking she could heave herself over, but then trying to get an idea of how hard it would be to jump. Her torso was much bulkier even putting aside the overall size, she wouldn't have the flexibility to climb over. Mel walked back several paces, lowered her head and bolted at it, leaping several feet over it and landing with two booms on the other side. Her limbs became like well sculpted pillars on impact, sending a shimmering ripple through her defined muscle and absorbing the impact like it was nothing. Her heart raced as she looked back at the fence- she wanted to do that a few more times! Mel bet she could jump a car! This body was strong as hell, and with a human mind piloting it she could do all sorts of stuff! While she was riding her adrenalin rush, several horses from the new field came to greet her, wondering who the invader is. Mel was a bit nervous at the aggressive grunts, remembering dominant stallions can be quite aggressive when protecting the mares...or more accurately protecting their position to bang said mares. She grinned inwardly as she seen the emerging meat sticks bobbing under them. She was half made herself, so the males had no aggression toward her, and only the males came- the mares couldn't be bothered. If Mel's cheeks weren't covered in fine fur she would be blushing. She knew horses had impressive junk(who doesn't), but she never had a good look at it till now. All the studs around her were in some stage of an erection, but one black stallion with a white mane and tail made false charges toward the others, driving them back. Going by both the size of his body and mottled pink and black pillar of skin wobbling below him, this oreo-colored horse was likely the leader of the herd. It almost seemed like a chivalrous act keeping the others off her, till Mel flinched in surprise at the feeling of his nose against her vagina. She felt sort of flattered, and a lot flustered, and neither helped her reaction time when he reared up and landed the front half of his body on top of her. She felt the broad, flat head of his impressive cock press against her a bit high, then about right, and then plunged into her full blast on the third go. Mel's mind blanked from the sensation of the massive thing in her, and like any horse the stud wasn't slow or gentle. She thought it was going to hurt or bottom out, but every time she thought it couldn't go farther- it did. He hilted in her, slapping the underside of her lower breasts with his shiny black balls. The arousal and rocking back and forth caused droplets of milk to escape both sets of breasts. Mel was so completely absorbed in the situation that she didn't notice the rancher seeing the commotion, nor when he approached with a cattle prod. She wasn't just an unknown horse- she was a strange hybrid creature, and the man had already contacted the authorities, fearing her. A hot pressure filled her insides as the stuff finally climaxed and slid out of her with several sticky strands still connecting their genitals. The climax suppressed Mel's animalistic side and now her human mind was stricken with panic and regret. She took the field so the horses would act as a cover while she ran past to get to the mountain! Now she was tired and pinned between a now complacent stud and a fearful armed rancher! She really wished it hadn't turned out this way! Spinning around and kicking the man may be her only option to run, hopefully she just knocks him out and doesn't accidentally outright kill him! It was in those thoughts of regret that Mel noticed the man blink out of existence. The stallion was full of energy and had an erection at full mast again, but before it could try and mount her a cloaked figure appeared between them! The stallion was ready to hoof the figure in anger, but an unflinching stare from her caused him to calm and back up. The stallion could smell her- she is not human. The cloaked woman turned to Mel and almost fumbled her black horn staff in surprise at the creature Mel had become. It took some doing but Mel managed to convince the cloaked woman that something was amiss. Clasping a hand to Mel's throat, the cloaked one lent Mel her voice. "Who are you? What just happened? It is like time skipped backwards. I...I am supposed to be human, I goofed up with some magical songs...it is complicated." The figure examined her entire form with bright pink iris. "My story is even less believable. I am Lizabeth, a traveller of the multiverse. The time skip you experienced was probably a side effect of my arrival- since I do not belong in this universe. In fact, I was never born in this one. I felt a powerful anguished soul in this universe and was curious." Mel quickly glanced back at the barn. "There was a man who spotted me before, I need to get out of here." "He seen you again already, but don't worry I made it never happen." Mel tilted her head. "What? How?" "My power is 'what if'. I take a scenario, find the universe it actually happened in, and then fold the results of that scenario into my current universe. I swapped him out for a version that was less attentive." Mel looked to the mountain and then back to Liz. "I don't suppose you could teleport us to the halfway point on the mountain?" Using her powers to fold the locations together momentarily, the two of them took but a single step and arrived on the mountain. Half from curiosity of what it felt like, Mel let Liz ride on her back as only Mel knew the exact location of the chamber. Casually trotting over there, she told Liz about the origin of the harps, and of the dead God Harm- most likely the anguished spirit Lizabeth initially came here to investigate. Liz found out about the power long before coming here thanks to one of the relics etched from Harm's bones having the ability to make dimensional rifts. Because the user could explore the multiverse, Lizabeth noticed it immediately and traced the power back to here, where Harm's soul is trapped. Hesitating a bit when she was finally stood before the harps again, Mel played the inversed version of the songs on the harp. She was awkward and slow- needing to lean her weight on the frame of the harp and pluck strings carefully with cloven hooves instead of fingers. The transformation back from the altered form was immediate like always- rather than change her with a magical force it merely dispelled the magic already in her. When the nude human Mel went to turn awkwardly back to Liz she just barely reacted in time to catch the cloak Liz tossed to her to cover up. In place of the woman's body Lizabeth now walked on all fours in her true body- that of a bright orange mid-sized dragon with a golden sheen, and scaled back with feathered bottom. Mel was stunned stiff for a moment, but then smirked and tossed the cloak around herself. She had seen enough magic and dead Gods to no longer question sights like this. Mel timidly kicked at the ground. "You have seen a lot more than me...so, was I wrong? About beauty and strength?" Lizabeth let out a musical chortle. "No. On one hand, like you, I feel like smacking the smug face right off his skull for being so glaringly ignorant. On the other hand, I can ABSOLUTELY see where he is coming from...and he wasn't entirely wrong. That is what makes arguments like that so infuriating. Both sides are technically right even though they contradict one another, and language lacks the intricacy to properly define the differences." "So...you can't normally be both, but you can? Are you talking about rules from two different universes? Universees? What is the plural of universe...?" "I am pretty sure a newborn grizzly would kick my ass..." "But humans are the apex predator, not them. With no claws, no extreme reflexes or armor nor fangs- humans are the strongest. How?" Liz tapped a long talon to her head. "A different form of power. And, after all you went through, what do you think about breasts?" Mel blushed a bit in thought. "Fun, but a pain in the a- er, in the back. They give a lewd impression on everyone but feel so good to have. They are associated with things like sex, but also femininity. More than any other body part- they are complicated as hell, which is ironic since physically they are the most simplistic. I mean they are 80% just orbs of fat. When you have them you can't really hide it, they are always there, so there is a ton of opinions and feelings associated with them." Liz smiled and nodded. "Not just physically- they are beautiful. They create a refined food for your young, they give pleasure and feel pleasurable to others, all beautiful things. Even the effort it takes to keep the lower back muscle to support a large set, and balance the muscle structure between fat and flesh and avoiding stretching in the tendon that holds them up. Even the effort of baring that weight and maintaining them properly is beautiful. That many forms of beauty you have found in a single body part- you KNOW beauty exists in hundreds of forms! So to say beauty and strength cannot coexist...ridiculous, really." Mel nodded, though her brow furrowed. "But you said he was also right?" "Yes. Society has a preconceived notion of what girls and boys like, and even that alone predetermines much of it. If you are always presented with pink and frilly things to have fun with, you are going to naturally like it. If you've always been shown liking boyish things is weird you will naturally avoid it. This isn't really anyone's fault, and digging society out of that rut is damned near impossible. I have seen many alternate realities and precious few have ascended beyond this, even in the infinite cosmos. People can think on there own though, so there will always be those two walk or cross the line, and their fight against stereotyping makes their act that much more beautiful. But that is how that Allegro person is right. Society- as in, the 'herd mentality' won't read between the lines, if it spots a woman getting physically strong it will turn its nose up at them without a second glance. This is an act of fear- fear of breaking the mold, and going somewhere unknown. Do not hate them, pity them and if you've the patience- hold their hand, and try to lead them somewhere better." Mel leaned on the harp with arms crossed. "...deep stuff, eh? Even my problem- being that milk horse was pretty awesome, up till I had to avoid eyes and then things got messed up fast. Too bad it would be too dangerous going back and forth..." Lizabeth smiled. "I could fix that, if you want." "Really?! Wait...could you do it minus the weird front boobs?" "You had four huge breasts." Mel blushed. "W-well...let's leave the lower ones alone." Lizabeth walked up to her and grabbed Mel's arm in her hand. Mel's entire arm was like a tooth pick in the draconic hand. Mel flinched at the intense heat that appeared and vanished in only a few seconds. When Liz removed her hand, Mel seen a tattoo of the milk horse and the dragon explained she need only cover the image and will herself into the form and she would be able to change back and forth at will. Mel thanked Liz for the help and asked her if she could help Liz in turn. Lizabeth wanted to take Harm's trapped soul with her- to restore it to a physical form and talk to him about it's powers. She explained that she wanted to use her 'what if' powers to help as many people- or Gods in this case- as possible. Looking through the infinite cosmos the first thing Lizabeth ever noticed was how easily so many peoples problems could be solved if only they had what another universe had. Mel immediately pointed to the harp of mind. A hundred times more dangerous than the body harp- its continued existence was nothing but a liability. If Liz removed the harp to another existence no one would have to worry about it being misused, and as a part of Harm's original body it can host both his power and soul. The bizarre encounter of magical musician and extradimensional dragon ended with a thankful nod from Lizabeth as she clutched the harp and blinked out of existence along with it. Liz appeared at the bottom of a titanic staircase leading from nowhere and up into the giant castle of Greivanhol. She looked over the harp and then to the dark figure at the top of the stairs. "Think you can revive him then?" Occult smiled wickedly. "But of course. I even happen to be great with harps."

Title: Sorcery.Net by Von Krieger Tags: Dragon, Human, M/M, Magic, Masturbation, Oral, Pheromones, Snow Leopard, Transformation Sorcery.Net by Von Krieger Just another boring afternoon for Will, classes over for the week, not much of a social life, no LAN parties to attend this weekend. So for the skinny computer geek, there wasn't much else to do on a Thursday night but poke around the internet for a few days. Will Durst never considered himself much to look at, 5'8", maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. Blonde hair worn long mostly due to his constant forgetting to it cut, though actually he found himself quite liking the reflection in the mirror with a ponytail. Humming a tune to himself, he swishing the mouse around to kill the screen saver, and opened up his mailbox. Let's see, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, something from his sister Mina, Wrestling Gamers United newsletter, spam, spam, spam, and spam. Another click brought up the message: "Heya bro! Thought you might be interested in this website here. It's in some kind of foreign language, the images are worth checking out, and there's a pretty cool character design flash type thingy that I think you'll have fun with. Hope you enjoy the site as much as I have! Love, Mina \>^.^\<" At the bottom was the link, a domain Will didn't recognize. Probably one of those itty bitty pacific islands. Mina was a bigger computer geek then Will was, if that was possible. Though his twin sister was somewhat pretty, she never had been one for hanging out, or making friends. Mostly she had just kept to herself. For a girl, Mina was kind of a freak. She was an avid collector of porn, usually stuff that was odd and a bit strange. Will had a few megabytes of the stuff saved, mostly fantasy related stuff, occasionally a little furry if it was drawn in a neat looking style, or had something interesting about it. Will gave the link a click, even with his cable connection the page took a bit to load, a good fifteen seconds. The sidebar buttons were written in a language Will hadn't seen before, and all the text on the page showed up in his browser as question marks. The logo on the main page looked kind of neat, sort of like an arcane rune with a chrome type effect and a little bit of rust on the sides. Not just a quick Photoshop filter job. Hovering the mouse over the links bar, Will took a look at the names of the hyperlinks down at the bottom of the screen. 'Gallery.htm,' as usual the file names were in English. And thankfully so were some of the listings. It looked like a series of pics, a buncha links counting how many there were in each. The first one was entitled 'Red Dragon Beast,' Will had the whole series load in tabs in the background to take a look at in a minute. He wanted to see that character designer. Another scan of the sidebar found a single none HTML extension, though .MAG wasn't anything he recognized. Though his browser seemed to, as it brought up a maximized new window. A loading bar slowly began to fill as some strange looking symbols swirled around in the background. Will switched back over to the main browser window and took a clicked o nthe tab housing the first image. Wow, Mina had been right, the image was impressive. The art style was hard to define, he couldn't quite tell if it was drawn or CGI, in a way it looked almost real. The image was of a serpentine dragon, powerful, muscular and looking very fearsome. The dragon's coloration was pretty typical, bright red, shiny scales, a bright yellow underbelly, and black horns, claws, and spines. Three rows of black spikes adorned it's body along the spine, from the top of the dragon's head to the tip of his tail, where a bony spade shape plate was adorned with six sharp spikes. The dragon's head was quite neat looking, more snakelike then most dragons were drawn, all curved and streamlined. A long, tapering black horn jutted back from each temple, and a third from the middle of the dragon's forehead. The dragon's yellow-gold eyes were half closed, his black forked tongue lolling out, his mouth opened in a giant yawn. Apparently the dragon was waking up from a nap. Will clicked over to the next picture, a shot of the dragon standing and stretching, the wingless beast looked almost as if it could be bipedal, the back legs were large and more muscular then those of most quadrupeds. Will raised a brow at the third one, the dragon was laying on his side, and was sporting a tremendous hard on. Will wasn't much interested now, and closed out the rest of the pics, though he did save the first and second in one of the folders where he kept creatures that he had found interesting, to bring out as gaming aids in one of the play by post RPG's he took part in. Going back to the gallery, Will scrolled down a bit, deciding on one that had 'Snow Leopard' in the English section of comments. He opened just one at first, and was quite pleased to see that this series involved a female. A sexy looking snow leopard furre, drawn or rendered or whatever in a style just like the dragon. She looked almost like somebody you'd see just walking down the street. Will was sure he'd be checking out all the photos on this site, especially if there were more like the pretty kitty in front of him. She was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, long white hair tied back into a braid that hung almost to her big, fluffy tail. She was seated at a computer, though the screen was at an angle to where you couldn't see what exactly she was looking at. Will clicked the arrow key to move on, watching as the next pic appeared on his screen. In this one the leopard girl was licking her lips, looking at the computer screen, her right hand on the mouse, the next one creeping under her skirt. Click. The third showed her with her panties down around her digigrade feet, her skirt pulled back, the chair turned to the side to give the viewer a good look at what she was doing. Her attention was still fixated on the screen. Click. Now she's unbuttoning her shirt, the computer mouse shoved into her dripping wet sex. Click, shirt unbuttoned, she caresses a plump black nippled breast, while the other pumps the mouce in and out of her cunt. Will saved each pic in the series, from the first to the last, where she shows her feline flexibility with both legs up on the computer desk, her muzzle buried in her snatch, climactic fluids splattering in the air and all over her face. A grin on his face, and a tightness in his shorts, Will went through the series again on his image viewer. On the last one he notices a detail he'd missed the first time. The computer screen in the background showing the dragon from the first couple of pics he looked at. The artist self-referencing their work was a cute touch. Will clicked over to the character design window, a golden metal interface with blue designs had appeared, and there was a blank black circle, kind of like a window, with several runes below it. Will brought the mouse cursor over into the area, a wire frame design popped into the empty black space as the cursor hovered over a rune. Dragon, centaur, naga, some sort of generic quadrupedal looking beast, and finally a humanoid shape. Figuring to recreate the leopardess, Will selects that model. The humanoid wireframe takes up most of the screen, along either side are rows of buttons, helpfully displaying black silhouettes of bodyparts. Along the bottom are three buttons, thankfully marked in English labeled 'Save,' 'Preview,' and 'Activate.' Will clicked the image of a pair of triangular cat ears on a hairband, which brought up a new menu and altered the view. The wireframe morphed into a grey, smooth plained figure, a human shaped dummy to put everything on. He looked over the pictures, picking out a pair of more triangular, oversized Anime catgirl type ears. All the shape selections vanished, replaced by a number of texture selections. A simple click on 'Leopard' then the proper white-grey and black selection for the colorations, and the ears were done! They appear on the grey placeholder, looking not quite as good as they had in the images, but Will suspected that one of the other buttons would render the character. Will repeated the process for the tail, finding the long feline tail in all the selections, altering the fur length slider, and leaving the additional options unchecked, this was indeed something he was going to be fiddling with for awhile. With two of the most recognizable bits selected, Will clicked Preview. All the add ons vanished from the screen, as did the placeholder with the feline pieces attached, replaced with a smooth animation of a figure walking. Definitely human, brown hair, pale skin, couldn't tell if it was male or female. But the feline aspects were there, and they looked as good as they did in the pictures. The fluffy tail moved fluidly as the figure walked, the ears going through a number of positions, back on the head, perked with interested, twitching as if to shoo away insects. Another click of the mouse returned the on screen image back to the main menu. If the stuff looked that good during the preview, what would the activate button do? Will gave it a click, and yelped as a sudden sensation filled his body, like he'd just had an electrical shock. His cock felt like it had suddenly double in hardness, just about demanding attention. A strange warm feeling slide over him, then vanished for the most part, though it lingered in the lower part of his back and the sides of his head. The warmth slowly changed into a pleasurable tingle accompanied by the sensation of his cock beginning to throb. Unable and unwanting to hold back anymore, Will lay back in his chair, stroking his erection through the fabric of his jeans. The caresses sent a shiver through his body, which lingered in the points where it tingled. The more he rubbed himself the stronger the odd, but wonderful, feelings in his head and back got. Will didn't even stop to think about what was happening to him until he felt something slid down past his rump, into the leg of his pants. Something was there that hadn't been just a moment before. Somehow he managed the willpower to pull himself away from his masturbatory urges, unbuckling his pants and kicking them off along with his shoes. He stood, trying to get a look at whatever it was, and found himself driven to his knees by a powerful surge of pleasure that raced through his body. Will dropped to all fours, gritting his teeth as he pulled his cock out from his briefs and began to stroke himself. Aaah, it felt so much better now. He thrust against his own hand, moaning softly with each exhalation. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good. The weird sensations were almost gone now, either that or swallowed up by the near orgasmic pleasure that kept building inside of him. With a sudden growl of effort, Will came. Every muscle in his body seemed to misfire, sending him dropping to the ground, rump in the air. The cool plastic of the plastic mat beneath his computer quickly because hot and wet as jet after jet of his seed rushed out, forming a thick, sticky white puddle beneath him. The sheer power of his orgasm left Will breathless for a moment, he simply lay as he had fallen, taking deep breaths and tried to gather the strength to move. That had been incredible, like nothing he had ever felt. His hand continued to stroke slowly, coaxing drips and dribbles of cum from his member. "Wow." he said simply, in awe of what had just occurred. It had made him feel so good, he couldn't stop smiling, nor could he keep his tail from swishing happily back and forth. *That* was enough to get him to his feet. His tail? He didn't have a... why yes, yes he did. A fine specimen of a tail, about three and a half feet long, covered in fluffy white, black, and grey fur in the familiar coloration of a snow leopard. Looking at the new addition with wide eyes and a slack jawed mouth, Will grabbed the tail and gave it a tug. He felt it, in fact he felt the touch of his hand against the fur. A sudden realization hit him and Will slowly raised his hand to his head, only half surprised to find his own ears replaced with large, triangular, fluffy feline ears. He had to stifle a pleasured purr in his throat as he rubbed the sensitive kitty ear. Will pulled off his shirt and threw it over the impressive sized puddle of splooge before sitting back down in his computer chair, glaring at the computer. "No way." he said, shaking his head. "No frickin' way. This is impossible." Impossible or not, his tail felt as real as he was, the soft fur feeling nice against the bare skin of his thighs. For some reason he was still almost achingly hard. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment. "Why the hell not?" he said with a chuckle, "Might as well try it out and see what it feels like." He click the button with the groinal area marked, bringing up a trio of symbols, the sign for male, the one for female, and between then a merging of the two. "No thanks, I'll stick with my own gender." Will said as he clicked the blue arrow. There were a dazzling array of features and options that could be applied to that particular portion of the anatomy. Will messed with a few sliders, added a few items that looked to be click and drag additions, and selected a species. What he ended up with was a big, odd looking member protruding from a snow leopard furred sheath, a mix of features from horse and feline. It made sense, Will always wanted to see what it felt like to be hung like a horse, and the feline additions fit his altered self thematically. After a preview to make sure that it wasn't TOO big, Will clicked the 'Activate' button and waited with a huge grin on his face. Just as before a jolt ran through him, emanating from the mouse. The warm tingling centered on his groin this time. Recalling the last time, Will pulled off his briefs and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with his already cum moistened t-shirt beneath him. He watched in awe as his maleness began to shift, the alterations beginning. He eeped softly as his cock actually sunk into his body, but the head remained visible as the flesh around it changed. His scrotum began to grow larger, staying in proportion to the soon to be larger organ that was to emerge. Will let out a sigh of relief as his cock, now light pink over the entire length, slid free from his new sheath. He slid one hand around the lengthen, thickening, changing organ, and another down to cup his growing balls. The powerfully enhanced pleasure that had accompanied his first transformation soon returned. His member quickly grew past its former length, no longer fitting almost entirely in his hand, the shape began to change as well. The bell shaped head widened, flaring out like an equine's, while the tip narrowed and lengthened, becoming a bit conical like that of a feline. Will let the pleasured purr escape his throat this time, now that he knew what was going on, the effects if not the source, he was much more relaxed and eager to explore his partially feline shape, and all the instincts that came with it. The purr was interrupted by a pleasured gasp as his hand, now sliding up and down Will's now twelve inch member, came across a horse-like medial ring around the circumference of his cock. It certainly was different, feeling the change in width, a sudden expansion, then back to normal. Another gasp as his hand finds the second. It was something he had added based on a pic his sister had sent to him of a well endowed black lion furre, a third gasp as the third was caressed. Will had thought it looked kind of interesting, even if males weren't his thing. His purring continued as his slow stroke traveled upward, each of the medial rings feeling good, but no longer so sensitive they made him gasp, however the small bumps her encounter did. Not wanting to see how sharp feline barbs were, Will had added a few bumps here and there on his cock. The added texture to his cock added to the experience, as did the soft velvety texture of the fur that was beginning to grow in on his sack and sheath. The fluffy whiteness looked so perfect between his legs, his pubic hair replaced by the shorter, but thicker, feline fur. Trying out a couple of different body shapes and types would be a really cool way to spend the weekend. Especially if every change felt as good as the ones he'd already felt. Will almost whimpered as the feels of change died away, though this time they didn't leave him with an overwhelming urge to fuck. Sure he felt horny, but it was easily controllable, which he was quite thankful for a moment later. The sound of a muted growl came from the direction of his computer room closet. Will was immediately on his feet, walking over to investigate the sound, his thoughts of self pleasure pushed reluctantly aside for now. He'd just been transformed partially into a cat with a big cock that was like something out of an exotic sex toy catalog, who knew what other weird things were possible today? Will opened the closet door a hair, peeking inside. Lacking a light in the interior, the closet was completely black, no sign of anything out of the ordinary. He opened in a little further, letting light in. To his astonishment the boxes of outdated computer gear he'd never probably need were gone. All that was in the closet was another door on the far wall, this one made of metal with rivets along the outside. The catboy stepped inside to take a look, only to find himself in sudden blackness as the closet door swung shut behind him. Will quickly turned, reaching out for the door, but finding something completely different. As he turned the blackness faded, revealing a room made of hewn stone. Sitting in one corner, slurping noisily at his cock, was none other then the red dragon that Will had seen browsing the website earlier. The dragon looked up at the naked catboy that had suddenly found his way into his domain, a black forked tongue slid across reptilian lips as it rolled onto all fours and began approaching Will. "Oh sh...!" was all Will had time to get out before three hundred pounds of horny, scaly flesh knocked him back against the wall. The dragon's forepaws proved to be quite dexterous, gripping Will's legs and pulling him to the ground. The red beast murred happily, nuzzling the catboy's face and giving him a few licks. "Hey! Stop it!" Will protested, not wanting to be a playtoy for a dragon, a MALE dragon at that. The dragon either had no comprehension of what Will had said, or had chosen to ignore it. The red beast's tongue slid downward, the long forked length curling around Will's shaft. "Oh hey! No! Knock it off! Hey! I'm a guy!" the catboy protested, but the much larger scalie was having none of it. Will gripped the dragon's horns, trying to forcefully pull the dragon's head away from his cock. He tried to push himself back onto his feet, but the motion made him thrust involuntarily, the tip of his cock rubbing across the ridges on the roof of the dragon's mouth. Apparently the creature took this as a sign that Will wanted to play. The dragon began to bob his head forward and back, lips and tongue tracing over the catboy's altered cock. Will didn't know if it was his inexperience with blow jobs, the dragon's skill, his cock's enhanced sensitivity, or the fact that he was being given head by a mythological creature, but whatever the reason it felt too good to resist. He purred as he sank back down to the floor, wrapping his legs around the dragon's sinuous scaled neck. It didn't really matter if the dragon was male or not, this whole day was full of things that were entirely impossible. So why shouldn't he enjoy a few sexual pleasures with a male dragon? Dragons weren't supposed to exist, so why should he be all worked up about one intent on licking and sucking him to climax? Will felt wonderfully calm and relaxed, he was sure he was either taking all this strangeness really well, or had gone into a sort of emotional shock. It didn't really matter which, the only thing that mattered right now was the dragon's wonderfully warm mouth around his cock. With a playful growl, he thrust deep into the dragon's mouth, pulling himself forward with the dragon's horns, intent on going in as deep as he could. The dragon murred happily as the catboy's seed began to flow, filling his mouth. The red beast eagerly gulped it down, the tongue curled around Will's cock keeping him from pulling out until the creature had coaxed the last drop of cum that he could get. The dragon nuzzled Will's neck softly before moving into a corner and taking a seated position. The creature cocked his head and made a soft "Myeh?" sound. Will couldn't help but stare at the erect black dragoncock that emerged from a slit in the creature's yellow belly scales. It was the size of his arm, at least! Will was quite glad that the dragon knew he was too big to fit, the beast would've broken him in half! Well, it was only fair that he return the favor, and it was an opportunity to study a dragon up close and personal. At the very least he'd have some ideas on dragon anatomy for future use in a roleplaying game or something of the like. The catboy sat down on the dragon's tail, finding the smooth scales a somewhat comfortable seat. He pulled the dragon's cock against his chest, one hand keeping it in place, the other stroking up and down the massive length. The dragon's eyes closed and he began to purr softly. Will kept the pace nice and slow, the dragon didn't seem to mind. The dragon bucked gently, a spurt of precum gushing from the space shaped tip of his length, the sticky goo hitting Will in the face. The catboy scrunched his face, shaking his head and spitting to try and dislodge it, but it... kinda felt good being there. Nice and warm, and it smelled nice, and tasted wonderfully sweet. Will suddenly found himself with his mouth pressed up against the dragon's cock, licking the red beast's cockslit, lapping up the rest of the pre. It was almost an instinctual action to way he did this, there had be no conscious thought involved. He had just gotten a taste of the stuff, and here he was, inhibitions cast to the wind, eagerly seeking more. The cockhead was bigger then his fist, certainly not something that he could fit into his mouth, but the dragon didn't seem to mind the catboy's eager licks and kisses. Will knew the scent was having some sort of an effect on him, but he didn't care at all. It was a dragon, a wonderful, friendly, playful dragon with no intention of harming him. If an aroused dragon's fluids had this sort of effect on a person, that would explain how so many of the DnD campaigns Will took part in had a half dragon in them somewhere. With this scent filling his nose, there was no way he could NOT think of sex, and the only being to have sex with was the powerful beast in front of him. The dragon's black, gleaming member grew warmer with each lick and caress, the creature's body heat seeming to rise as the pleasure Will gave him increased. The enticing scent had Will achingly hard again, but he couldn't take his hands off the dragon's slick shaft in order to guide himself into the magnificent creature's tailhole. It wouldn't be right, taking a dominant position with something so powerful He had come to Will interested in mutual pleasure, so whatever they did it ought to be as equals. The catboy's tongue slid down the dragon's maleness as his hand moved upward, eager to test out the possibility of an idea he had found somewhat interesting for a long time, but figured the physics of it were impossible. Will purr-chuckled as two fingers met no resistance entering the dragon's cockslit. A third joined them, then a fourth before there was any sort of push back. "Mmm... this is probably going to feel a little funny at first big guy," Will purred, "But it's gonna feel so good once you get used to it." he said with a grin. It took a massive effort of willpower to pull himself away from the dragon's cock, but Will managed, knowing how good it would feel for the both of them. The catboy coaxed the dragon down onto his back, the bright red creature looking up at him curiously, wondering what Will had in store. The catboy scooted up onto the big reptile's belly, positioning himself just right. He reached out with one hand, pulling the dragon's massive cock down to lie against the smooth scales of his belly, his other gripped his own shaft. Loud moans emanated from both males as Will's cock vanished into the dragon's. All the precum the beast had gushed had made the inside wonderfully slick, and Will's manhood was just big enough to stretch out the dragon's urethra a little bit, giving a delicious friction that made both of them shiver. Will gripped the dragon's cock tightly with both hands, sliding them up as he thrust in, and moving back as he pulled out. The catboy's furred crotch quickly became sodden as a titanic blast of pre spurted out of the dragon. It was incredible fucking the dragon like this, the heat pouring off the beast's aroused body, the scent of the creature's fluids that made him so delightfully horny, the awe inspiring mass of the big black organ before him. Every little thing seemed to heighten everything else. All five senses swirling together in his mind into a single point, all of it building towards and incredible crescendo. With a near deafening roar that eclipsed his own growling scream of ecstasy, the dragon climaxed. The flood of wonderfully warm seed coating him set the already overstimulated catboy over the edge. For one glorious moment he felt everything, every hair on his head, every pore on his body, every scale on the dragon beneath him, every little speckle and splotch of dragoncum over his body, every little inch of the dragoncock before him. He fell back from the dragon, his cock sliding free of his lovers with a wet slurping sound and a soft pop. But instead of the smooth scale and powerful muscle beneath him that he expected, Will instead found the softness of his bed. The scent of dragon still filled his nostrils, his body was still covered with cum, but Will was no longer with the wonderful dragon's lair. He was back in his apartment. He licked his lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of the dragon's seed. The taste was better then he had expected semen would taste. With a purring chuckle, the catboy made his way to the shower, not wanting to drip on the carpet. Man, if that website could do things like this with him just playing around, just imagine what it could do if he really went into detail with things? As the hot water hit his body, the temperature reminding Will of the feel of the creatures seed when it touched his skin, he found that he couldn't stop grinning. He was SO looking forward to all the things he was going to do this weekend, as well as what all the things that were going to do him.

Maybe breaking into an ancient temple with several glyphs and wards literally burned into the outside wall wasn’t the best of ideas, but really, how was he to know that magic was actually real? The worst he could imagine was that it was filled with poisonous snakes or maybe got flooded at some point and the waters were themselves flooded with leeches; at no point could Josh have ever predicted that he’d be on the receiving end of a centuries-old curse-slash-blessing, nor that such things even existed to begin with! It began innocently enough, with him breaking through what he assumed was a side entrance as marked on his map, then making his way through the complex, labyrinthine series of corridors leading further and further into what he could only hope was the center of the temple itself; seeing as most of it was buried underneath several dozen meters of rock and dirt and had hadn’t been entered ever since it was initially sealed by European settlers hundreds of years prior, the one thing he could rely on was his own navigational sense and spatial self-awareness, because no map was going to help him there. The atmosphere within the temple was oppressive, almost supernaturally so, as if he was being watched by whatever spirits had been buried along with their place of worship; engravings and wall paintings glinted under the illumination of his flashlight, appearing as fresh as the day they were first laid, giving the whole place a regal, timeless look that definitely set off some alarm bells in Josh’s head. Surely, if the place had been abandoned, then pictures should be faded and the walls should be crumbling, not the exact opposite, and surely, if he was the first person to ever dare to step inside while all other entrances were still blocked, then there was no one there with him… and yet, the temple looked pristine, and the presences bearing down on him were absolutely getting heavier and heavier the more he walked, which the explorer chose to interpret as him getting closer to the center of the temple itself. His suspicions would be confirmed after what felt like hours of walking through corridors that looked as if they were getting tighter the longer he spent in them, when he emerged into what had to be the central chamber. It was hard to truly comprehend how lavishly decorated it must be, owing to his singular light source, and even picking up and lighting his bigger lantern only revealed a fraction of the frankly absurd quantities of gold that lined every single surface. The cultural value of it was about as, if not even more important though, with ancient, half-forgotten alphabets and histories on full display, lovingly rendered by artists whose lineages had long since died out; and there, in the very middle of it, on a small plinth placed upon an elevated dais, was an idol. It was tiny, so much so that he could easily pick it up in a single hand, and yet its solid gold composition made it significantly heavier than its diminutive size might first imply. It was an intricate replica of an elephant, yet not one like Josh had ever seen before; this one appeared to be a hybrid, a cross between a forest elephant and a human, with the upper half belonging to the former and the lower half to the latter… not to mention a few extra bits that he only noticed upon closer inspection. It was clearly a virility idol of some sort, given what else the sculptor decided to include, though not one Josh had ever heard about; as far as he knew, the local cultures never had any elephant fertility god, nor even an elephant god at all, turning the idol’s presence into one big question mark that he had no frame of reference for. Thankfully, such considerations would quickly be rendered moot after just a few seconds of him inspecting the tiny statue, when its weight suddenly began to increase at such a fast pace that the tomb-diver instinctively jumped back before dropping it on the ground, lest it smash his foot when it inevitably fell down; instead, it ended up landing on the gold-coated floor, shattering into a dozen different pieces that all scattered in different directions, scraping gently against the floor as they slowed down and eventually halted. It was over so quickly that Josh didn’t even have time to realize that he had just destroyed a priceless artifact, and given what happened immediately afterwards, considerations for the loss of priceless cultural history would have to be left for later, because clearly he hadn’t just broken a statue, he’d unleashed something in the process. The powers that be gripped him the moment the final pieces of the golden elephant idol stopped moving, the very presences that had been hounding him from the moment he walked into the temple using this opportunity to do something to the intruder. At first, panic filled him, with Josh earnestly believing that he was about to be assaulted by some kind of supernatural deadly force; perhaps the idol had a curse placed on it, and him breaking it meant that he was now going to suffer a horrible death at the hands of its guardian spirits… or worse, he’d be marked for death and then released onto the world, to wait for his inevitable demise to come claim him when he least expected it! The power flowing through him certainly seemed aggressive enough, to the point where he found himself grunting in pain as what felt like semi-physical bodies pierced through his own, forcing him to flinch and jerk in different directions; were those ghosts, slamming into him with whatever solidity they still had? Was he a puppet to their strings now, forced to do whatever they so desired without a say in the matter? Because if that was the case… it didn’t feel as bad as he thought he would. In fact, the longer it went on, the less painful it became, to the point where some parts of him began to send signals that let him know he was actually enjoying it to some degree, though whether or not it was actually true or just a result of his brain trying to shield itself, Josh didn’t know; then again, whatever doubts he might’ve had were once again handily waved away by virtue of what those spirits were doing to his body, because it quickly became evident that whatever they had in mind, they certainly didn’t expect him to break an idol like that and not repay it in some way, shape or form. Specifically, his shape or form. He never expected such a thing to be possible, never having believed in the existence of magic and curses until that exact moment, but as soon as he looked down and saw his skin begin to gray out and thicken, not unlike that of an elephant’s, then he knew what was going to happen; he even smiled, a significant part of himself fully and earnestly thinking that this was just an hallucination brought about by a lack of oxygen and that he’d eventually come back to reality and find himself in a corner somewhere. He held onto this strange belief even when the rest of him began to warp and change to better fit his new aesthetic, even when his form started to fatten up and grow weightier in a way that honestly couldn’t possibly be a hallucination. And honestly… he didn’t want it to be. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, or most likely the spirits screwing with his perception of reality, but there was something about the transformation that left him feeling like it wasn’t all that bad, all things considered; clearly, if the idol was powerful enough to both keep the temple in the pristine state that it was in and turn him into a replica of itself after being broken, then either it had to be incredibly powerful, the deity it represented must be one of a higher order of gods, or… perhaps both. Even if only one of those things were true, it still signalled a transition into something that had to be better than the scrawny beanpole that he had been most of his life, a thought that kept growing stronger the longer the transformation continued and the bigger Josh felt himself getting. The weight wasn’t the only thing going up either, as his eyes beginning to move upwards betrayed how his form was growing taller as well, combining to leave him feeling the most powerful he’d ever had in his entire life, like he could take a step and utterly crush anything underfoot with the strength of an actual elephant. Not just that, but as soon as he heard his pants tearing open by the seams, quickly followed by his package flopping out and heavily slapping against the inside of his thighs, the explorer realized that he wasn’t just being transformed into an elephant hybrid: he was being granted at least some of the deity’s own power, and in their field of influence as well if all of that pressure was anything to go by! It felt like those times where he’d foolishly held back from experiencing release, or the many occasions where he simply got so involved in his work that he forgot to relieve himself until he accidentally ended up blueballed through no fault of his own, except… more. Not just stronger, but somehow more, experienced in a way that wasn’t normal or expected, like the sense of fullness wasn’t merely there because he had been deprived, but because his nuts had become too productive for their own good, yearning to have their dense and thick filling shared with the world, and preferably a few welcome lovers as well. But as the transformation progressed and his body became ever larger, as Josh felt himself grow big and heavyset, even as his head grew dangerously close to what he assumed to be ceiling up above, this sensation never really went away; if anything, the more he grew, the more pent-up he ended up being, prompting him to bring both hands down to his rod for the first time during the whole process in a desperate bid to achieve some semblance of release and relief. It was only then that he regretted having kept his eyes either closed or stuck staring upwards, because clearly he’d been missing on the greatest transformation of all, as well as the explanation for why he felt so damned stuffed despite already having fired off a few loads. His cock was long, and not just in the sense that it was a good few feet in sheer length. Rather, it seemed to have adopted a few characteristics from his elephant-like self, especially from that trunk he now had dangling from where his nose used to be; rather than just being a hard, vein-covered rod, his shaft had turned into something of a prehensile limb, not unlike the trunk itself, eminently controllable despite being very clearly rock solid and in intense need of someone to release into. The discrepancy between these states struck Josh as odd at first, but a second glance downwards and a chance movement of the hands later, and he came to understand why it was the way that it was, because it wasn’t cum he was keeping inside of his balls anymore… or, at least, not the way he used to, and certainly not just his swimmers. Their surface had become lumpy, for lack of a better word, but rather than the bumps being a part of his sack’s skin, they moved about and changed their shape if he pushed them in with his fingers; it took a bit before he realized that those were eggs he was now keeping inside of his nuts, and considering how those things hung below the knee on his enormous frame, there must be dozens, if not hundreds of ovals inside of him, waiting to be deposited in whatever lover was insane enough to willingly throw themselves into his arms. That, on itself, handily explained why his cock was as bendy and malleable as it was; after all, it was a lot easier to deposit eggs with something that had a little bit of “give” to it rather than a solid rod… plus, it probably played into a lot of hidden kinks that most people never thought to admit to having, including himself; maybe that’s why he was chosen to bear the mantle of the fertility god? … yes, he liked that. He liked that idea, that he wasn’t simply being “cursed” by the idol; how could he be, when clearly this new body of his was so much better than his old one? No longer was he just a human, no longer did he reside entirely within a frail, mortal shell, he was something better now, more than just a being, but the very manifestation of a concept made flesh! Over fifteen feet tall, heavy as the animal he was supposed to represent, and apparently decked out in a whole lot of jewelry that he didn’t remember putting on, probably a result of the transformation giving him the regalia that the god used to be… no, that he used to be depicted with, for this was not just some unknown deity that history had forgotten, it was him! He alone now carried the legacy of this ancient divinity, even if it was embodied in a way that left him feeling more aroused than anything else; it was most likely by design, since, well, how much easier would it be to spread the joys of fertility and virility if he was already horny by default at every single second of his life? In fact, the more he looked at himself, the more Josh realized that the new body he was given was built to breed, and in far more ways than just being hung: his belly, too, was beginning to fill up with something, giving him an even pudgier look than the one he already sported; a quick brush with one hand revealed that it, too, was starting to develop bumps of its own, countless eggs multiplying within him and just waiting to be brought into the outside world… or placed into someone, to help fertilize even more clutches, endless more young to perpetuate his progeny. Perhaps it was the spiritual energy speaking, but the giant couldn’t help but feel that this was something that had to be shared with the world, a gift that everyone needed to be made privy to, not just himself in that resplendent temple; the idol had been kept safe for all those centuries precisely so someone like him could break it, unleashing the deity held within, so that it may bring about a new golden age, one with himself at the helm! He smiled. He was going to get busy.

Title: The Night by Toxicwolfy Tags: Dark, Night, Sad, Wolf i have been one acqatented with the night i have walked out in the rain and back in vain i have walked down the saddest city lane i have passed by the watchmen in his heat and dropped my eyes unwilling to explain And further still at an uneasrthy height a lumminary clock against the sky proclaimed the time was neather wrong nor right i have been one acqainted with the night

Title: fox by d.c by cainfoxy Tags: Poem, Red Fox FoxS as white as snow. As betiful as a rose. Foxs as red as fire as fierce as time. A beast of lust for love. As elegant as a lily in the sea breez. As clever as a master of life. A fox breed so it be . may it thrive to the end of time as a animal of the gods. To be hold

Title: Meet Me in the Bathroom Ch. 02 Tags: amazing night, great job, inside pants, nate, mom looked, hand mouth, hand inside, cock sliding, hand My mother and I were just right for each other. After our first encounter we were never shy about things again. Not that we really were at all, but after our intimacy was expressed, we really bonded together in a truly unique way. A way that only a mother and child can. I did have a moments hesitation about things that first time. I thought that we had definitely taken a new direction in life, one that society would surely condemn. Really it was already condemned and simply not discussed by anyone, ever. In fact, I can't remember ever hearing about incest until I was into college. Then it was a very taboo thing, very deviant and purely sexual. I laid in bed with my mother that first night wondering if it was wrong what we did. I thought how she felt, her body next to mine. She was snuggled against me and she smelled so good. Her touch electrified me and she was certainly someone who cared a great deal about me. That seemed like the perfect mate to me. Fuck society, I decided. I want this woman and I want to continue to feel her touch against me. My only concern now was where was I going to find a hard dick now that I had fallen in love? I snickered a bit at the thought and drifted off into a blissful sleep filled with dreams of a sexy mature woman with whom I want to do everything! As I said in my first chapter, we had moved in together after I had gotten very lucky and landed a great job. We had also done very well as a couple. She worked part time with a temp agency and Kept up with the house work while I brought in the big paycheck. At first it was tough to find time together. I was always working late doing the jobs no one else wanted. Losing cases basically, I got lucky with a couple that actually made it to trial and got a verdict that wouldn't completely embarrass me in the law circles. Mostly I plead out the cases and tried real hard to do a great job for the firm that risked a lot taking me in when there might have been a man "gasp" instead of me. Things calmed down a year or so later. We were making friends when we went out. We had regular bars that we frequented and had formed a fairly regular group of friends with which to explore the fun side of friendship. Mom did say it takes a special kind of friend to cross the line. Nathan was the first to experience us. I had wondered where my cock cravings would be filled, here he was. I had discussed my need with mom and she had the same feelings I did so we went on a manhunt. Nate is about 6'2" and is as fit as a fiddle. When we met him we were all out at a favorite bar of mine and drinking freely. Nate was pretty drunk, and like most drunk men, was saying the most amazing shit to us trying to get us into his bed. We teased him of course, not letting him know that he would surely be in our bed that night. We started weaning him from the alcohol and eventually we made it to an all night restaurant. After several cups of coffee and a tall stack of pancakes we made it perfectly clear what we wanted. "Nate dear," my mother said in that teasingly seductive voice I knew and loved. "I think that since you've had so much to drink that you shouldn't be driving home tonight. The way I see it you should take a cab, or you could spend the night on our sofa." My mother saw the look of frustration in my eyes when she had mentioned the cab, and I am certain she saw the relief when she offered up the couch. She was teasing me as much as him I think. "Honey" she turned to me, "do you have enough money for Nate to grab a taxi?" Ooh she was teasing me. I could clearly see the gleam in her eyes. "I think it would be best, and surely more cost effective if he just slept it off on the couch." I said in as much of a please-don't tease-me voice as I could muster. "Maybe you're right. Nate, the sofa is fairly large, it will be quite comfortable. And I am sure that neither Honey or myself dare to sleep until you are sound asleep yourself." Her tone left little if anything to the imagination and the look in my eyes was telling everyone who could see me that I wanted to fuck him, and I'd be damned if anyone slept (ever) until I got it. "Uh, OK but I don't really know if I should, I mean I have things to do tomorrow, I don't wanna be late for my stuff... I mean, uh that I need an alarm or something." Nate was clearly trying to reestablish some kind of control. It was cute to watch but he had no idea what he was in for. " Why sure dear, we aren't barbarians, we do have a little technology to share. We'll make sure that you get where you need to be when you need to be there." He probably missed the sarcasm in her voice but I was with her. I was ready to go too. Mom caught the hint and after paying the bill with a more than generous tip, we were in my car and cruising home. Mom had slipped into the backseat with Nate and was making him understand the direction things were going. I heard her whispering into his ear and saw them share a secret smile. He closed his eyes and she proceeded to run her left hand up his leg from his knee to his crotch. I was trying to watch the road but things were heating up in the back and I wanted to be there with them, not worrying about the right sequence of turns to get us safely into the drive way. She was rubbing his crotch very firmly and he was moaning a bit. He had no idea what was about to happen to him. He was about to put his right hand on her thigh when she deftly pushed his hand aside and then coolly undid his pants. She slipped her hand inside and he practically came right then. Her left hand was exploring everything inside his pants and he was loving it. He tongue was licking his ear and her teeth were nipping at him lightly. His fists were clenched as he was trying desperately not to touch her. I think that was the topic of the secret whisper. She and I had played that game. I don't know how, but right at that moment I realized that we were parked in the drive way and I was turned in the driver seat watching the action. Mom looked up at me and saw the lust in my eyes. "I don't know honey, I don't think he has enough for two." She teased. She was taunting him as much as me and he caught the hint. "I can do whatever the two of you want, anything! Please, lets go inside!" Ooh he sounded pretty worked up, I hoped he wasn't too excited. Mom abruptly stopped and then without a word left the car. Nate was about crazy with lust. I hopped out and followed her to the door while Nate tried without much success to pull himself together. Once inside I went to the kitchen to poor some tea and Nate collapsed on the couch. Mom was in the lounge looking at him and talking with that mother voice. "Why on earth did you drink so much? How do you expect to pick up women with lines like 'hey baby, I got what you need' and 'ooh you are so sweet to watch.' You need to recognize you limits." Mom was laying into him, I think she wanted him to know that she was my mother. I kind of wanted him to know, but not yet. I wanted to wait until I was licking his cum from my mothers body. Go the thought of licking her hard nipples after he came on them. Ooh I don't care if people think its degrading to women, I think its hot. Nate was clearly upset, "what are you, my mother? Lay off I was just having a good time, what's the harm?" "Yeah, what's the harm?" I added, "We were all drinking freely a bit ago, maybe you should relax." I said to my mother handing her a cup of tea. She grinned at me and I set the rest of the tea on the living room table an sat down next to Nate, poor baby. I snuggled up next to hem and quickly put my right hand inside his pants. I was shocked at how arousing it was for me to be doing to this man what my mother was doing to him a few minutes before. He was hard. Ooh so hard it had been a while since the last time I had a hard cock in my hand. He felt so good. I stroked him slowly, I was determined to enjoy every aspect of this night. I was so wet. I whispered in his ear, "Nate, pull your pants off for me, please." I licked his ear then and he was actually calm when he pulled his pants off. Mother was there to gather the pants and his socks and shoes and set them aside. She knew I liked it when she was motherly. His dick was long and throbbing, I worked my hand up the entire length, memorizing every vein and crease. Then I moved back down from the mushroom shaped head slowly to his neatly groomed curls. I do enjoy the look of a man who is groomed. Mother was right there, inches away watching me pull this mans cock. First in my hand and then with my mouth. I moved to my knees in front of him and slid my mouth down. He was moaning. Mother took my place at his side and took his shirt off. I looked up at him as they kissed, their mouths full of each others tongues, my mouth full of hot dick. He tasted so good, it was dribbling a bit of fluid and I hastily licked it up. I sucked up and down at a gentle and still firm pace. I never took my eyes off of them making out like teenagers. It was so hot to watch. She was all over him and this time she didn't mind him being all over her. Her shirt came over her head and her bra came off with barely a movement. Her nipples looked so good as hard as they were. She was starting to sweat. I sped up my pace. I had his cock sliding in and out faster and faster. I was millimeters away from gagging but I wanted more. Anything my mouth couldn't reach I stroked with my hands. He was ready, I could feel him starting to squirm. Mother moved then from his side. He didn't care he was trying to hold on. I wasn't having it though. Mom got beside me And pushed gently fro me to stop. I knew what she wanted. I stopped sucking this wonderful cock and looked at my mother. "Oh god please don't stop now!" Nate was a bit frustrated. "C'mon, baby keep go... oh my lord." This to the wonderful sight of my mother kissing me. She put her hands to the sides of my head, just below the ears and pulled me to her gently, I leaned in and her lips brushed mine gently. So soft, so sweet. Then we kissed harder with more passion. We really went for it. I wanted to be one with her and gave her everything I had with my lips and teeth and tongue. We were both glancing at Nate and he was furiously stroking his dick, from the looks of it he was ready to pop too. Mom wasn't putting up with that. "If you cum, you leave and you never get a second chance with us." His hands were at his side and his sexy naked butt sat there and watched. Mom looked at me and winked. I melted, I love it when she does this. She unbuttoned my blouse and with a flourish it was on the floor. She pulled my bra down and started licking my tits without even bothering to take it off. It felt so good. I pulled her head to my chest. She pushed my tits together and switched between them, biting gently between licks. "Mmm mommy I love it when you do that." I wasn't really sure what was coming out of my mouth but we heard a chuckle. I looked over to Nate and he had his hand over his mouth. "No way! No fuckin way! Aw shit this is fuckin awesome!" I grinned at him and laughed a bit. "Well mommy dearest, our secret is out." I said as mom stood up to face him. She pulled her skirt and panties down and turned back to me. She stuck her ass back a bit and sat on Nates dick "Oh fuck yeah!" he was indeed ready. She leaned back onto him and started riding, up and down, up and down. His hands were on her waist and it looked so sexy to see her like that with his hands on her hips. I looked up into her eyes as I leaned my head into her wet pussy. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her was so incredible. I could smell the sex in the air. And I wanted my share. I leaned into her and tasted her pussy. I licked her in opposition to the dick inside her. Her clit was hot and wet and she jumped when I hit the sweet spot. I knew from long experience how she liked me to eat her. It was a bit of a challenge considering the cock in her but I wanted it and so did she. I licked furiously and with out mercy, I was determined to give her a great orgasm. She was screaming and moaning and without warning grabbed my head and pulled me into her cunt. I doubled my effort. She was out of control. Soon her sounds were indistinguishable from his. I was licking as much as I could and was having trouble keeping contact with the fury of the fucking going on above me. "Oh god baby, stop, stop baby... please stop." Mom was begging and I was going to give her her way, for now. I stopped and watched as she slowed down on Nate. She slid up and off of him. Her juices were dripping down her thighs and down his. His cock was shining and as hard as ever. Mom wanted a special finish for round one. " I want your cum, I want it all over, can you do that for me?" she asked in her porn star voice. She tried so hard not to look like one but it suited her right now. She leaned back onto the arm of the couch and casually masturbated as he watched and started to jack off again. I took my chance and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I sucked with a vengeance, I wanted his come as much as mom did. "Ooh honey, suck his cock. Make him come for us, make him cum hard." Moms encouragement made me even wetter and I went at him furiously. "Oh shit baby suck me, god this is it, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming NOW!" I pulled back and watched the porn scene unfold. He got on top of my mom and jerked his cum all over her tits and stomach. He came all over her and she loved, I loved to watch it. He settled back on his side of the couch and I took my place with my mom. "I love you mommy." I said as I started to lick his cum from her stomach. Carefully I cleaned her. I migrates to her tits and lick and sucked until there wasn't a drop of semen left on her. She was beautiful. Glistening in a kind of post orgasmic arousal that means there is always more to come. "Damn! You two are so hot together. This had been the most amazing night for me." Nate was tired and ready for bed. I wasn't having any of that. "You my friend aren't done yet. Not by a long shot." I said. He sighed. I thought he looked down right pitiful. He did manage to pull it together and my mother and I shared a truly amazing night with dear little Nathan. He was a regular at our house after that. Sometimes we had sex, other times we all just watched movies. Our friendship continues to grow and he is the only one in our circle to have found out that we are mother and daughter. I think its time to share that knowledge with one of my girlfriends from the office, but mom isn't ready yet. She will be when she gets horny enough, so all I have to do is tease her into submission.

Title: Meeting Pearl Ch. 03 Tags: bdsm, romance, bdsm romance, female submissive, fsub, romantic *I would like to thank albertabelle712 for taking the time to review this story!!* \*\*\*\*\* **The First Morning Together** I wake up and glance out the window noting that it is starting to get light, indicating that the sun will rise soon. Rolling over, I see a body wrapped in the light blanket on the floor right next to my bed. I am alarmed for a moment, until my mind catches up and recall it is Pearl. She is so beautiful and peaceful as she sleeps and I just watch her for a time. She looks so content, the slight rise and fall of her chest, the way her eyelids move and she murmurs quietly in her sleep every once in a while. I still somewhat amazed that she is lying here. I had no intention of bringing anyone home with me the other night, much less whatever this is. I am still not certain what I am doing with her. I have had some flings with submissive women in the past, and know that I have dominant tendencies. But what am I doing with a beautiful woman sleeping on my floor? There is something about her that draws me to her. She has an inner strength about her, a determination. We had talked long enough for me to realize that life had been cruel to her, but she kept on. She did not elaborate, but from what I gather these things would either traumatize most people or make them turn to drugs, or both. But she has moved on, she has a job, her own place, and tries to help others by volunteering her time and money. I get up and put on a robe and kneel down beside her, staring at her peaceful face for a moment. Then I grab her hair, pulling tight. I watch as her eyes fly open and she jerks trying to look around but cannot with my hand gripping her hair firmly. Once her eyes lock on mine she seems to relax and I release her hair. As soon as I release her hair, Pearl gets up and kneels in front of me. "Pearl, get up and make me some tea. Bring two cups to the patio with some fruit when it is ready." Pearl starts to rise looking around her and walks to the bathroom door reaching for the other robe. "Pearl" I call out "what did I tell you do?" She turns to be and replies "Make tea, Sir." "Did I tell you to get dressed?" I ask. "No, Sir." I get up and walk out to the patio. I was making good money on this trip so I splurged and am staying at a nice suite in a hotel with a view of the ocean. I take a deep breath, smelling the ocean air. I turn a chair to the east and stare at the sky as it slowly lightens. Soon, Pearl comes onto the patio and sets a tray down on the table next to me. The tray has some fruit and a small tea pot with steam rising from the lid and two tea cups. She pours me a cup and hands it to me. Once I take it and her hands are free she covers her breasts and pussy, I assume because we are outside on the balcony and someone else may see her. "Good girl, now pour yourself a cup and kneel beside my chair." Pearl kneels close to my chair, her legs close together and her ass on her heels, her tea cup in one hand and she stares ahead, watching the sun rise with me. I reach out and rest my hand on her shoulder and sip my tea and wonder what she is thinking. We sit/kneel on the balcony eating fruit and sipping tea in silence, both us lost in our thoughts. Once the sun is on the horizon and our tea cups are empty, I reach over and grab Pearl's hair and pull her head towards my crotch. Pearl struggles to move as her body slides across the smooth floor until she is kneeling between my legs. I release her hair and open my robe exposing my soft cock. I continue to stare out, watching the sun rise further in the sky and I feel Pearl's tongue run up the underside of my cock. She moves down and starts to kiss and lick my balls then sucking my balls into her mouth. It does not take long before her ministrations have caused my cock to get hard. Once Pearl determines it is hard enough, she stares into my eyes as she slowly runs her tongue up the shaft from my balls to the head. Still staring at me, she kisses the tip then wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks hard. I can feel her cheeks wrap around my cock as her tongue teases my piss hole as she sucks. Suddenly, she stops sucking and her head drops down my cock and I can feel my cock head enter her throat. She keeps pushing her head lower until her nose is buried in my pubic hair then holds herself there. I can feel her gagging as she remains in place, it is an amazing feeling. Then to top it off, she starts rotating her head, her tight throat rubbing my cock head. She holds herself there, teasing my cock for as long as she can, finally pulling up and gasping for air. She looks so damn sexy with streams of spit running from her beautiful face to my cock. I smile down at her as I stand. Pearl remains kneeling between my legs with my cock in her face. I had intended for her to give me a nice blow job while I enjoy the sun rising, but she has turned me on and I find myself wanting to fuck her. Moving my chair aside, I step away and start walking inside, instructing Pearl to come with me. I lead her to my bed and gently guide her onto the bed, laying her on her back. She watches me as I climb into bed next to her, I lay on my side next to her. Reaching over, I grab her chin firmly and hold her head as I bend down to kiss her. My lips press into hers firmly and my tongue slides past her lips as we kiss. I feel her hand reach up and wrap around my head pulling my head tight as we kiss. We kiss passionately, our tongues playing. Her hands run down my back and mine start running down her chest, lightly tracing over her skin. I start kissing her face and down her neck as I start massaging her breasts gently. I continue kissing down her neck and I start to squeeze her tits causing her to moan. I squeeze harder, causing her to moan a bit louder. Continuing to squeeze her tits, I start kissing my way around her areolas, circling them causing her nipples to start getting hard. Finally, I wrapped my lips around her left nipple. I love how large her nipples are; the diameter of my pointer finger and sticking out nearly half an inch when they are hard. My hand slides down her belly as I continue to suck on her nipple. I run my fingers up and down her belly, each time down getting closer to her pussy. I can feel her skin quiver as my fingers lightly run over it. When my fingers finally slide over her pussy, I bite down on her nipple and hear her gasp then moan as I continue biting down. I stop biting her nipple and move to her other breast. I spend less time teasing it as it is nice and firm. My pointer finger starts sliding into her pussy and I am pleased at how wet her pussy is already. Pulling my finger out, I slide it upwards between her lips, pulling away just before grazing her clit. I continue to pet her pussy, a fingers sliding between the lips, never quite touching her pussy as I nibble on her nipples. Her body starts to arch off the bed as I get close to her clit. I run my finger up her slit again, rubbing over her clit this time; as soon as my finger hits her clit, I bite down firmly on a nipple. I start rubbing her clit, my teeth on her nipple as I do so. I bite down harder and harder until I hear her whimper, biting a little harder than releasing her nipple. I stop rubbing her clit and start to slide a finger into her pussy with the other. I continue to slowly push my finger into her, feeling her wet pussy open up around my finger. Once I bottom my finger out I start to fuck her. I slide a finger in her wet pussy and start finger fucking her, my thumb rubbing her clit as I do. I continue kissing, sucking and biting her tits while finger fucking her and rubbing her clit until she breathing hard and her hips are moving in time to my finger in her pussy. Her legs are spread wide now. I release her nipple and pull my head away from her and stop playing with her pussy as I sit up and move between her legs. My cock is rock hard and I start rubbing my cock head along her pussy lips. She is moaning as we kiss passionately, my cock teasing her pussy. I slide my cock between her pussy lips and against her clit. I start kissing her as my cock teases her pussy until she reaches back, grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me towards her as my cock rubs past her pussy. I pull away and get up, leaving her laying there panting as she stares at me. I notice her fingers sliding down to her pussy as she rubs it while watching me. I consider telling her to stop, but the sight of her on the bed, legs spread wide with her fingers in her pussy while she watches me is hot, so I do not. I had purchased some rope yesterday while I was out and retrieve it from the bag and walk to her carrying it. Her eyes latch onto the rope as I walk towards her, and she goes from lightly rubbing her clit to burying two fingers into her pussy and starting to fuck herself. As I approach the bed "Sit up, Pearl and face away from me." Pearl gets up, turns away from me and kneels on the bed. I am a pleased, if not a little surprised, when she kneels. I pull her hands behind her back and wrap the rope around her wrist, securing her wrists snugly. As I start wrapping the rope around her arms, cinching her arms together I ask her "Pearl, do you remember the safe words I told you?" Her breathing is heavy as she responds "Yes Sir, I am to say yellow if I am getting uncomfortable and red if I want you to stop." "Good girl, do not forget those two words and do not hesitate to use them." I slowly and methodically wrap the rope up her arm, each wrap lying just over the previous. I keep the rope snug as I do so. Soon her arms are wrapped in red rope from her wrists to her upper arms. I grab her hair and bend down close to her "Are you a horny slut, Pearl?" "Yes Sir, I am your horny little slut," she responds patiently. "What do you want me to do to you, my slut?" I ask her. "Whatever Master wants," she responds. I am startled as she calls me Master as I had not thought of myself in that term, until she said it. I found that I liked the way the word came off her lips. "Good girl," I say as I roughly shove her onto the bed. I watch her struggle, rolling over onto her back with her arms secured behind her back. Once she is on her back I crawl between her legs once again and reach and give her a rough kiss "You are mine, Pearl" I say as I pull away. I grab my cock and guide it between her pussy lips as she responds "Yes Sir, I am yours. I trust you, Sir." Once again she surprised me, she trusts me? I suppose she must to let me tie her like this, but we had only just met. How does she know I am not psychotic with the intent to torture her? Regardless, the statement warms me, makes me feel something that I will have to figure out. Staring into her eyes, my cock head just in her pussy lips. "Are you ready, Pearl?" Pearl stares back at me with her eyes full of lust and she smiles slightly as she replies "Yes, Sir." As soon as she says yes, I slam my cock into her tight pussy, burying it in her in one hard stroke. She cries out, in both pleasure and pain. I lay over her, my cock buried in her and watch her face and wait for her to look me in the eyes again. Once she stares into my eyes again, I slowly pull my cock back until it is almost out of her pussy and slowly slide back in. I start fucking her with slow deep strokes, watching her face as I do. "Are you allowed to cum, Pearl?" "No Sir, I am not allowed to cum without permission," she responds, her breathing is heavier. "Does that turn you on, Pearl?" Pearl stares at me as she responds "Yes Sir, but it makes me nervous. I do not know if I can stop myself from cumming." I start fucking her harder and faster, "But you will do your best to do as I instruct?" "Yes Sir!! I will always do my best to do as you tell me!" Pearl responds. My hands reach down and grab her tits roughly as I start pounding into her harder, squeezing them, causing her to moan. She puts her feet beneath her and starts driving her pussy up into me as I slam into her. Thinking to myself 'She seems to enjoy rough tit play, I will have to explore that more later.' My fingers find her nipples and I squeeze them hard as I continue fucking her. Almost as soon as I pinch her nipples "Master, can I cum? Please, I need to cum!!" I release her nipples and drive into her pussy, watching her face, her eyes squeeze shut as she tries not to have an orgasm. After about a dozen strokes "Cum for me, Pearl!" I tell her as I squeeze her nipples again. As soon as I tell her to cum, her feet fly out from beneath her ass and she wraps them around my hips as she screams out "Master!!" and clenches her legs holding my cock deep inside her. I can feel her pussy as she cums, contracting and releasing, it feels amazing. After a few moments, her legs release from around my waist and she collapses down onto the bed. She is breathing hard and laying there to collect herself, but I don't want that. I pull my cock from her, roll her onto her belly and grab her hips yanking them up. Her face is buried into the bed as I kneel between her legs and drive my cock into her pussy. I hold her hands, admiring her bound arms as I start fucking her pussy. Her head is against the headboard as I drive into her roughly. She is panting and moaning softly as I fuck her. SMACK! I slap her ass hard and she yelps, then moans loudly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I start slapping her ass cheeks as I fuck her. She starts moaning louder and talking, but not very coherently. "Oh Fuck! Yes! Harder please, Sir!" I cannot slap her hard from my position but continue with firm spankings until I can see a red tint on her brown skin. I reach up and grab her wrists, lifting her arms upwards, driving her head into the bed more as I continue fucking her hard. She is moaning loudly and panting and I keep lifting slowly until I hear her say "Yellow." I lift her wrists a bit more then releasing them and she moans out in pain. I can feel my orgasm building, but work to hold it off as long as I can. I do not want to stop fucking her. But before long, I know I cannot hold off much longer. Reaching forward, I grab a handful of hair firmly and pull back. Pearl screams out as I pull her head up off the bed by her hair. Lifting her until she is kneeling on the bed before me, her body parallel with mine, I thrust into her hard and fast. I am not even listening to her moan and grunt as I feel my orgasm building more with each thrust. My eyes close as I imagine seeing her body as I fuck her, wondering what her face looks like, imagining her tits bouncing as I fuck her. I decide I will have to get a video camera as I want to see my girl being fucked. I want to see her reaction in a way I cannot from behind her. I cannot hold off anymore, with one final hard thrust I drive my cock deep and hold it there as I cum hard. I pull out slightly and slam in again as I release another load deep in her pussy and hold there. I can feel her pussy convulsing on my cock again realize she is screaming out as she cums again. My hand grips her hair, holding her in place with my cock buried deep in her as she cums. As her pussy stops convulsing, I can feel her body collapse and am holding her whole body up by her hair, as she is no longer holding herself up at all. I reach up with the other hand and grab her shoulder holding her. I release her hair and grab her other shoulder and gently lower her to the bed as I pull my cock out of her. Pearl lays beneath me in a heap, her body glistening in sweat, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Thinking to myself how beautiful she is, I move beside her and untie the knot in the rope and start unwinding it. I unwind the rope all the way and set it aside, and my fingers run along her arms feeling the marks in her skin left by the rope. I get up and go to the kitchen and get a drink of water. I fill a second glass and bring it back to the bed. Pearl rolls onto her back and watches me as I approach the bed and hand her one of the glasses of water. She takes a long drink, then looks at me and smiles "Thank you, Sir," she tells me before drinking the remainder of the water. I set my glass of water on the nightstand and climb into the bed beside her. I reach an arm under her shoulders and pull her towards me, pulling her head onto my chest as I lie there. In only a few moments her eyes close and her breathing gets heavier as she drifts off to sleep. I lay there with her in my arms thinking, wondering what I am doing. I already feel strongly for Pearl somehow, part of my mind fantasizes about her going home with me. The project I have in town will only last a few months, six at the most. I do not think Pearl has any family, well none that she cares to see. But this is her home and I cannot ask -or tell- her to leave it. Besides, how can I be thinking things like this after only knowing her for a couple of days? I lay there holding her, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against mine. Loving the sound of her peaceful breathing as she sleeps. I feel so content and realize how long it has been since I felt this way. After an hour, I can feel her start to stir beneath me and she opens her eyes and stares up at me. Time to get out of bed and start the day, I suppose. I direct Pearl to get up and start the shower for me.

Title: How I Met My Husband Ch. 04 Tags: bukkake, cuckold, bisexual, cum eating, cum kiss, big dick, fetish, submissive, femdom I made my way back across the dance floor to where I'd tied Dan up, only to find out he wasn't there. I was sure if tied him to a particular pillar, but he was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what the protocol was in a place like this, do people go around untying people who are tied up by their mistresses or masters? if so isn't it a bit disrespectful? I knew Dan didn't have his phone on him so I had no option but to just take a look around the place. We'd been there an hour or so and it was filling up with people by now, I admired all the different outfits, or like myself, lack of outfits, as I wandered around. I still had my strap on attached so I was getting plenty of looks. "Nice cock." One guy said to me. as I walked past. He was gyrating against another guy on the dance floor, presumably they were either gay or bisexual. "Thanks." I replied confidently, looking down to see his naked crotch "You too." I needed a drink so I headed for the bar. Even the bar staff were dressed in fetish gear. The woman who served me was really gothic looking, dark eyeliner, black hair, black corset. She was sexy as fuck, I could tell immediately from her accent that she was Scottish. "Nice outfit. I haven't seen ye here before." She remarked in a thick Glaswegian accent, handing me my drink. "First time?" "Yes." I replied, "it's a real eye opener, isn't it!?" "Sure is love." She said "Diane and Orlene think of it all, y'know. I've been to loads of different types of fetish events and this is the best. There's something for everyone, doesn't matter what you're into, or what you're not into, you'll find it here. That's why it's so popular." "I know." I said to her. "I've just been to the bathroom." She laughed, presumably knowing which bathroom I'd been to. "Ye don't have to go to that bathroom y'know." She said giggling. "Unless ye like pissin' on people. There's normal toilets over there." "Thanks, but I thought I'd try it out you know." I said smiling. "Good girl, that's what I like to hear. This place is all about new experiences, ye never know what you might like till ye try it." She said, bidding me farewell and turning to serve another customer. I necked my drink and wandered around the perimeter, still no sign of Dan anywhere. He's in trouble when I find him, I thought to myself. Then a guy approached me. He was tall, good looking with a really fit body, he was wearing only a pair of tight leather pants, no top. I could see clearly the bulging outline of his, rather large penis, through his pants. "You look lost." He said smiling. "Um.. I'm just looking for my boyfriend." I said. "Boyfriend? Ah that's a shame." He replied. "I was going to offer to buy you a drink." I don't know why I referred to Dan as my boyfriend, it was the first time I'd said it, and I did it without thinking. He was, at best my submissive tonight, definitely not my boyfriend. "Sorry." I said. "He's not my boyfriend, I don't know why I said that. I'm his mistress, that's probably a better way of putting it." I said, back tracking. "Ok," he said taking my hand and walking me back to the bar. "Fancy a shot?" He ordered us two shots of Sambuca before I could answer. "I'm Jessica, by the way!" I said, introducing myself. "Pleasure to meet you Jessica." He said. "You can call me Master D'!" "In that case, I'm Mistress Jessica to you then." I added, trying not to be out done by him. He laughed. He was quite forward and confident, which I really like in a guy. He seemed really normal, too normal perhaps to be in a fetish club. Despite introducing himself as Master D' he didn't seem like a master. "God you've got great tits." He said. "Thanks" I replied. I'm always flattered when someone compliments my tits, especially someone as hot as him. "Do you come here often?" I asked, probably the most predictable thing someone can ask to a guy they're chatting up, but it was a curious question. "Now and again, when I'm feeling frisky." He laughed. "It's a pretty cool place. How bout you?" "First time." I replied. "What's with the strap on?" He asked. "That's in case my boyf... my...slave, shall we say, you know... steps out of line." "Get you." He said mockingly. "Poor fucker, goes missing for a few minutes and when he comes back you're gonna fuck him up the arse as punishment!? "That's exactly what I going to do." I said, seductively touching my big plastic dick. "Well, that I'd love to see." He said laughing. We necked the Sambuca's and I ordered a round of Gin and Tonics, I like to pay my way. I was feeling a little drunk by now and extremely horny. "So seeing as you've been here before, why don't you show me around." I said. "I haven't been into any rooms yet, apart from the bathroom. Master D' took me by the hand and walked me off. "Ok, this is where you go if you want your dick sucked, anonymously." He said guiding me through a doorway and along a corridor. There were a little alcoves every few feet, each with a man standing, facing the wall. This must be where the guys from earlier were stood when Carl and Lara were sucking them off. "Ah, so this is the other side of the glory holes then!" I said. "Exactly that." Master D' replied, finding an empty alcove and pulling his pants down, giving me his drink to hold. I stood next to him and watched as his cock flopped out of his pants, Jesus it was big. A proper, long, thick, uncircumcised monster of a cock. He then fed it through the glory hole, which was only just big enough for it to fit through. He pushed himself up to the wall. He stood there for a minute or so. "Nothing yet." He said looking at me disappointedly. 'Christ I'll suck it if nobody else want to.' I thought to myself, half tempted to run round the other side of the hole. I could hear moans and groans coming from the guys who were stood at the other holes. Clearly some of them were getting noshed off. Then Master D' let out a moan. Some lucky bitch, or possibly guy was obviously on the other end of his big dick. "That's it!!" He said with horny look on his face. "So you're not bothered who's sucking you off then?" I asked. He pulled his cock back out. "I'd rather think it was a hot woman, like yourself." He said winking at me. "Aren't you going to let them make you cum?" I asked inquisitively. "Nah, that was just a demonstration for your benefit." He said. "I'll save my cum for you, later on" "That's a bit presumptuous isn't it?" I said. I was so horny that, if he wanted to put his big dick inside me, there was no way on earth I was going to stop him. "Come on, this way." He said, ignoring my comment. "Do you know what bukkake is?" I knew what bukkake was and I'd seen the name above the door, so I knew exactly where we were off to next. We entered the room. It was a big long rectangular room, spit into sections. An area for Gay men, one for straight men and women, and an area that just said 'Anything goes.' above it. There were several bath tubs and two shower cubicles with spiral staircases around them, much like the one in the bathroom I visited earlier. There was a raised seating area, like a viewing platform with a few people watching on. So we took a seat as we finished our drinks. It was a kind of bukkake spectator sporting event. To the left was the gay area. There was a bald man in his forties, sitting in a big bath tub with half a dozen other guys jerking off over him. At least a couple of men had already ejaculated on him as he had spunk trickling down his bald head onto his face. There were a few more men queuing up, wanking off as they stood there awaiting their turn. Then one guy exploded all over the mans face as a few people cheered and clapped. My head was then drawn to a woman in front of us. She was chained to a pillar, wearing the usual black rubber look fetish gear. She, again was in her forties, attractive, big breasted and blond. A man, presumably her master stood above her, holding her by her hair, pointing her head upwards as a queue of men formed in front of her. The first man, in his early twenties, stood in front of her and masturbated furiously over her face, she stuck her tongue out every so often to taste the tip of his young cock. I counted less than a minute of frantic wanking before he splashed a huge load of fresh, white jizz over her face and hair. The audience, which consisted of Master D' and myself, a horny looking young couple a few seats down from us, and a lone middle aged man in the front row, all stood and clapped the young masturbator as he slumped away, leaving the woman covered in his semen. The next inline entered the fray. A little, balding, chubby man in his mid thirties with a little chubby dick. He wiped it all over her gooey face, forcing her to suck it. He lasted a bit longer than the first. Maybe three minutes, before he shot his load into her mouth and eyes. All the time her master holding her head up forcefully, although she did seem to be enjoying the attention. Four more men spunked over her before her master led her away, parading her around the room, for all to see the disgrace of her cum covered face. I was so horny I could have licked it all off her. Or, if Dan was there I'd have gotten him to do it instead. "Another drink?" Said Master D' finishing up the last of his Gin. "Oh, I'm pretty drunk." I replied. "I might take a rain check on the booze for a bit." "Oh no, I didn't mean alcohol." he said pointing to an empty bath in the middle of the room. "I meant it's someone's turn to sit in the bath tub." "Me? I questioned, looking back at Master D'. "I'm a mistress, I'll have you know." "You're not my mistress." He said jokingly. "There's a line of guys there who want a sexy, young lady to cum over, are you going to deny them that?" He asked. I like being a dominant type to Dan, I mean I really fucking enjoy it. But I have a submissive side to me as well, and as Dan wasn't there to see it, I thought what the heck, I'm here, drunk and horny as fuck, why not try something totally new? 'Who am I to deny a bunch of horny lads a place to dispose of their cum?' I thought, making my way down to the bath tub and hopping in. The first guy wasn't great looking, his cock was average, uncut and his balls were really hairy. He seemed to take an age to cum as well. I wasn't going to suck him at first, but after six or seven minutes I wanted to move onto the next one, so I took him in my mouth. That did the trick because he came bucket loads down my throat and onto my face within seconds of me blowing him. I cast him aside and beckoned the next lad over. I knew from seeing him out of the corner of my eye that he was better looking, with a bigger, better cock. He fucked my mouth vigorously with his big dick, then pulled it out and came all over my face, wiping his cock over my forehead as he squeezed the last drops out of his impressive penis. I took three or four more loads on my face, I could barely see due to copious amounts of jizz in my eyes, but it was a liberating and extremely fucking sexy experience. I squinted through the cum in my eyes to see if I could see the next cock, but I had to close them as it was stinging so much. Then something big pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to accommodate the head of this beast as the owner pushed it into my mouth. It was humongous, I closed my eyes and sucked it, reaching out and jerking it into my mouth. He wiped this huge, hard thing over my sloppy, wet face, rubbing all the cum into my skin, before adding to the mess by ejaculating all over my slutty little face. I felt the monster between my tits as he finished himself off on my cleavage before a huge round of applause. I was still struggling to open my eyes. It sounded like a lot more people were in the room than earlier, I had been too busy to notice anyone else around. Then someone grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. I stepped out of the bath tub and wiped the cum from my eyes. As I began to see more clearly I saw that the last cock I serviced belonged to Master D' and it was him who had pulled me to my feet. "I told you I was saving my cum for you, but you didn't believe me!" He said jokingly. I laughed as the applause subsided and looked up at the viewing platform. To my amazement, sitting there watching the whole thing were, among others, Orlene, Carl and Dan. Orlene had Carl one side of her and Dan on the other, she had her arms linked through theirs like she owned them or something. She had a huge grin on her face. "What the fuck?" I said, a little confused. Orlene laughed. "Go and kiss your little whore of a mistress Daniel." She said releasing him from her grip and unfastening his gag. Dan walked over to me without saying a word and kissed me passionately, full on the lips. Then began to lap up the many loads of cum that were dribbling down my face. He snogged my face off as he did so. I noticed his cock was still hard as a rock. I broke the kiss because I noticed that Master D' was now sitting next to Orlene, chatting away like they knew each other. "I see you've met David!" She said looking at me, "His cock is as wonderful as I'd described is it not?" I was dumbfounded. "David...? As in your friend David?" I said turning to Dan, who nodded sheepishly. "Yes, Daniel and David, reunited . She said with a look of mischief on her face. "Big cock and little cock, back together again. She took David's softening cock in her hand and ran her fingers over it. "Tell me you're not in love with this fucking beautiful cock and I won't believe you!" She said stroking it like a Bond villain would stroke his cat. "So you set this up?" I said looking at Orlene in disbelief. "Of course." She said "I thought Daniel and David should make up with each other, and what better way than to have a new woman to share?" I didn't know what to think. I was really attracted to David and his mega dick, but I wasn't sure how Dan would feel about it. I mean they hadn't spoken for months. I looked at Dan, wiping some cum from my eyebrow. "Are you ok? I muttered. "I'm fine!" He smiled back reassuringly. "Come with me." I said, leading Dan out of the room to a quiet corner of the warehouse. I needed to talk to him and find out what he was feeling. "I can't get my head round what just happened." I said. "I cant believe you've just witnessed me doing such a slutty thing, with one of your friends and I didn't even know about it!" "I didn't know either, until Orlene led me in there and sat me down. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life." He said. "I can see why you don't think I'm as kinky as Orlene." I said. "She is unbelievable at controlling situations and thinking things up. I don't know how she's dreamt half of this up either, this place is crazy!" I added. Dan looked at my cum covered face and held my hand gently. "I don't need you to be like her." He said. "I love you for who you are." My heart melted, it was the first time he'd said he loved me, the first time anyone had said it in a long time. "Watching you in there with David's dick in your mouth, covered in cum was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He said. "I know Orlene instigated it, but it was you doing it, and it's you I'm in love with." He said. I kissed him deeply, cum still dripping down my face and onto my outfit, my mascara running down my cheeks. I began to cry as my emotions took over. I was about as much of a mess as I'd looked in my life, but the man I was falling for had just told me he loved me. It was one of the sweetest moments I'd ever shared with anyone. I cherished the moment as we stood there holding each other close, knowing that any second I was going to have to rediscover my dominant side and punish Dan for leaving me alone, even though it wasn't really his fault. 'The best way to do that is with my strap on.' I thought to myself mischievously as Dan began to lick the rest of the cum off my slutty little face. To be continued...

Title: Medusa: Fate's Game Ch. 08 Tags: adventure, deep penetration, nonhuman romance, violence, large penetration, monster romance, cum overflow, greek mythology, fantasy romance, monster *Love the support readers! I read all the comments and e-mails, and appreciate the feedback greatly.* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Chimera\~\~ "Gods I need to get laid," the Amazon said. Chimera rumbled something like a chuckle, took a deep breath, and sat down next to her. She was leaning against a rock, standing, and him sitting down next to her put him at eye level with her. It let him look out over the grass and sea the same way she saw them, as a tiny, short thing unable to see everything. The thought made him chuckle again. "The fuck you laughing at?" she said. "Nothing." A shrug and another chuckle later, he motioned to the water. "You have acclimated quickly. Adapted quickly." "Have I? Last I checked, I was still tied up." And she showed her back to prove it, her hands still tied together behind her. "After your 'condition' with Bellerophon, I am sure that will change." Scratching his beard with his claws, he frowned and turned to look at the small woman. "What is your condition?" "Like I'm telling you." "You plan to fight Bellerophon." "I... it's not like that." Groaning, she pushed off the rock, stepped closer to his knee, and turned to face him. "And why do you care? He's the one who caused that." She nodded toward his face. He reached up and ran a finger down the scar of his eye. The memory if the rock falling onto his face, crushing it, was a scary one. Even he could admit that. The Amazon kicked his leg. He could smell wine on her breath, and her nose was scrunched up like a rodent's. "You think you got me fooled?" she said. "Guard dog is depressed and looking for a slice of salvation. I see it all over you. I saw it on plenty of women who joined my cause, latching onto my hopes and dreams, hoping it'd rub off on them." He growled, a harsh and guttural sound that vibrated in his chest. Hands tightened into fists, and his toes dug into the earth with a readiness to strike. Thin ice. "You are drunk. Do not speak further." "Fuck you. I know I'm drunk, doesn't mean I don't know a sap when I see one. So forgive the lady with her hands tied behind her, but you—" Enough. His arm snapped outward, faster than she could dodge, drunk or not. His fingers encircled the entirety of her neck, until his finger and thumb overlapped behind it. Her eyes went wide, and then closed when he slammed her down onto her back against the grass. He tried to speak, to say something, but only growls came out. His mouth opened, tongue licked his fangs, and grip tightened. The girl could no longer breathe; good. He growled down at her, deep, low voice rumbling and filling the depths of his stomach as he leaned in. She tried to kick him, but he grabbed one leg and pinned it down. The other could do nothing with how close he was to her, how big he was compared to her. And with her hands tied behind her, she couldn't even take a swing at him. He got in closer, close enough to feel her breath on his nose and see the white of her eyes. She still couldn't breathe, and he kept it that way as he smelled her flesh. Devour her. Take her flesh into yours. She will taste delicious, of strength and fire. His tongue came out of his mouth on its own, and licked along her neck, from her collar to her jaw. Human flesh, salt and arousal and alcohol would be the spices. So much better than deer, the Amazon would be delicious. Mindless animal! Words cracked against his mind like a whip of thorns. He let go of her neck, let go of her leg, and put both hands against the grass beside her. Gasps pulled air into her lungs, and she blinked up at him with wide eyes. His breathing was in pants. His body shook. His eyes refused to focus, and double vision blurred everything. His claws sank into the ground, until he was rooted into the Earth. "... I am... sorry, I..." He did not move. Still leaning over her, on his knees and palms, the tiny warrior was hidden in the shadow of his body. "Gods damn." The queen coughed a few times, but did not move either. "I thought you were going to strangle me to death." "No. I am in control." Are you sure, Chimera? He gritted his teeth until his jaw clicked. He was sure. The hunger started to fade, the swallowing onyx of his gaze disappeared, and his hands were his own once more. "I... didn't know," she said. "I'd just assumed you were... I don't know. I forgot that... sorry." The two of them grew quiet. He let his vision drift to the grass as his breathing started to calm, to his fingers deep in the dirt, to the woman underneath him. The scent of her body was strong from so close, alcohol and arousal and now the sweat of panic. But as he stared down at her from so close, he could smell her arousal. And his eyes lingered upon her. Her tunic had pulled up to the side from when he grabbed her, and exposed her legs. Strong legs, toned, curved with a woman's muscle. Her stomach was exposed as well, and the smooth but lean indentations of her abs were visible. "Ok, you said you're in control, but you really look like you're going to bite me." She squirmed underneath him, and pushed away a little with her heels against the grass. But he could smell her heat grow. He could smell the wetness between her thighs, hidden in her loincloth. And he could see her nipples, hard against her tunic. Once she'd managed to inch herself a foot away from him, he took her legs into his hands again, and slowly pulled her back to where she was. "H-hey! ... um... Chimera?" He did want her. He wanted this little she devil that had cut him open, defeated him. He wanted to devour her. He leaned in close to her again. So small compared to him. Defenseless. She could do nothing when he leaned in, and tasted her neck once again, but with a gentle tongue. And with how small she was, his tongue was more than enough to cover much of her neck with his soft touch. "You... you uh... you're sure you're not going to eat me?" She was trembling under his tongue's caress, and her voice wavered with her words. His hands, colossal compared to her legs, slid up her skin, up along the outside of her thighs, up her hips, and then to the hem of her tunic. He did his best to be gentle, to not scare her, to not give into his desires with mindless abandon. But he had to have her. He pulled the tunic up over her head, and behind her, where it wrapped her arms as it caught on her bindings. "Hey! Hey... what are you... doing?" Wriggling, she tried to squirm away again, but he put one of his hands back on her leg and pulled her back to where she was in a slow, tame draw. Nude but for her loincloth and sandals, he rumbled deep in his chest at the sight of her naked torso. Scars decorated her lean body and dark skin; and yet, for all her muscle and strength, the curves of a woman were there. The thickness of her thighs, the dip of her tiny waist near her hips, the rise of her stomach near her ribs, the mound of her breasts, pert, with nipples a darker shade than the rest of her. He lowered his head to her chest, and leaned in. So small, his head was almost as big as her torso. But, knowing she was so tiny, and helpless to stop him, he found his body burning hotter, and his shaft fighting against his own loincloth. When he pressed his tongue against the small creature's breast, he rumbled again until the ground around them quivered. While most of her was hard, her breast was still soft, and it molded to his tongue as he gave it soft licks. "You can't be serious," she said. Despite her attitude, her words still wavered with her shivering body. She was afraid. "You do not want to?" he said. He brought his head over hers again; he'd almost be able to fit her entire skull in his mouth if he tried. But instead, he leaned in, and rumbled deep through his body close enough he knew she'd feel the vibrations. "You said you need to 'get laid.'" "Yeah, yeah but... I... um... not what I expected. And you're a giant. I... I admit I'm a little... afraid you're going... to eat me." He rumbled, deep and quiet. The beast inside him was oddly content with how the night was progressing. He did want to eat her, but to have her naked, in his hands, defenseless and tied up, was changing his physical hunger to arousal. And try as she might to wriggle away, he could smell the same on her as well. He sat up, undid the knot of his pelt's arms, and tossed it away. A moment later, his fingers were on her loincloth, and after a couple failed attempts to undo the very small knots, he simply pulled the fabric from her legs. Naked, bound, she stared up at him with her mouth parted and breath coming in pants. He could see it in her eyes, she didn't know whether to fight him off, scream out for help, or let him have her. One word, one cry, and the others would come running. She knew it, he knew it. But she made no cry, and spoke no word when he lowered his face down to her wet sex, and placed his tongue against the folds. Instead, she gasped, and lifted her head to look down the valley of her naked body as he ran his tongue up the lips between her thighs. His tongue was more than large enough to keep the whole of it buried in his warmth, and he eased it up and down against her body in constant pressure. "Oh... gods..." Humans were just small giants. And Chimera knew well how to pleasure his own kind; pleasuring her only meant dealing with a smaller target. With how large his tongue was against her body, hitting it all was easy, and he pressed his tongue harder against her, before he finally trapped the whole of her pussy in his mouth. The reaction was immediate. The tiny warrior began wriggling again, panting, and mewling. Her feet no longer pressed against the grass for escape, but instead spread her legs apart. Her clitoris was swollen, begging for attention, and with each caress of his tongue, the Amazon whimpered, even as his tongue ran along the whole of her pussy instead of just the small target. When he pressed a little harder, and used his lips to suckle on her body while he licked, her noises rose an octave. And a moment later, her juices were dripping down his tongue. He eased his tongue play, but kept his mouth on her while he watched her cum. She managed to blink down at him as she pushed her hips against his mouth, and her jaw hung open as she fought to get air into her lungs. Each convulsion of pleasure was blatant on her body, and the abs that ran down her stomach flexed and bent with the pulses. Sweat glistened on her skin, and her hard nipples stood out from her dark body as her areola swelled. "Gods I needed that," she said He slipped his fingers underneath her thighs, gripped her butt and legs in his large hands, and raised her ass a foot into the air. With his mouth still secure around the tiny mound of her sex, he brought his tongue down to the entrance of her body, and pushed. "What're you doing? W-wait! You're... oh... fuck!" Her muscles, trembling and wet, fought against his tongue. She squeezed her cunt tight, and squirmed against him, but she was trapped, and her delicious flesh was quivering. An inch at first. And then another, and another. The thick muscle of his tongue spread her open, filled her, worked its way into her trembling body, until the woman was whimpering once more. Her normally harsh and powerful voice was reduced to quiet pants, and the occasional squeak when he forced the length of his tongue into her. Legs wrapped around his neck, and the queen panted more and more loudly as he stretched her open. When he licked upward against her insides, she moaned — a sound so unlike her, he blinked. She pushed her hips up to meet him, closed her eyes, and squeezed her thighs against his muscles between neck and shoulder. "Fucking... big... fucking... tongue." As if battling him, she tried to keep her eyes open and close her mouth, but he pulled her closer to him, sank more of his tongue into her clenching insides, and forced her eyes to roll upward. He wanted to open her up, pry her open, enter her, stretch her cunt until she was ready. The orgasm hit her hard. She started to tremble like a leaf, and he again eased the probing of his tongue. He kept it inside her though, stretching the muscles of her insides apart while she came, while her liquids leaked from her, and her body gently rocked in his grip. When the tremors of her bliss faded, he renewed them with another upward stroke of his tongue, and another. "Stop! Stop... please..." Satisfied, he set the mewling, wet creature down onto the grass. Sweating, panting, and shivering, she tried to rest her weight on her elbows, but could not keep herself up. Each time she tried, she lay back down and let out a blissful sigh as her thighs shook. Saliva and cum mixed on her folds, and trickled down to join the grass. He rumbled again, deeper, his belly spreading the vibrations until he could feel it in his claws. Leaning over her, he breathed deep of her scent, and placed a palm against her chest to feel her rapid heartbeat. She managed to peek at him through her half-open eyes, and her heart rate increased. He knew what he looked like, with his fangs exposed, his posture haunched over her, and every breath pulling her in. Like an animal about to enjoy its meal. He removed the hand from her chest, grabbed his loincloth, undid the knot, and tossed it aside. There was no way he'd be able to fuck her in such a position. He'd crush her, and the angle was too extreme. No, he would have to do things differently. So he scooped her up with his hands, one around her hips — finger and thumb nearly circled her slim waist completely — and the other on one of her thighs to help lift her. He himself sat down, put his back to the rock, and let his legs out in front of him. With his prey in hand, he settled her shivering form atop his lap, with her large, firm ass in the groove of his thighs, and his erection lying along her stomach. After a few moments of heavy breathing, the exhausted queen managed to right her head, look around to get her bearings, and then down at what he'd placed up on her abs. "You... can't... be serious." Her legs were spread apart, hooked to the outside of his legs and hips, but barely able to touch the ground. His hand was wrapped around her waist, and her cunt was placed against the base of his cock, along the underside. And his erection, heavy, thick, ran up her over her mons, her abs, and several inches past her navel. He growled, a deep sound that traveled through his body into hers. She squeaked, like a mouse, but squeak turned to quiet mewl when he raised her a few inches, before easing her back down to base of his cock while his length slid across her stomach. The soft stroke coated several inches of underside of his length in her juices, and the mess of fluids on her thighs was soon coating his testicles as well. It took every shred of willpower he had to not bury his cock into the fiery little woman, hard, and fast. But he was in control, and he would not ruin this. His cock was not a rigid thing, like he knew some animals owned. Instead it was long, thick, but pliable. Hard, and yet soft enough to bend with its weight when he again raised the woman with his one hand, and used her hot, soaked folds to spread more of her fluids along his length. She was shaking even more than before, but her eyes were stuck to her stomach, and the phallus that lay there. "I... I don't know if... that'll fit." It would fit. Rumbling like a purring lion, he raised the woman higher with one hand, and took his cock into his other. He pressed the bulbous tip to her opening, and experimented, pressing against her with only enough force to spread open her folds a little, and nudge against her dripping flesh. So warm. Her liquids coated the head of his shaft as he rubbed it against her, and soon more of her cum was trickling down the veined skin of his member. Soaked, inviting, tight flesh squeezed and milked at his glans as he pressed it against her opening. Warm, wet, her body felt amazing against the swollen tip of his length. "You are a wet creature, Queen." "H-hey! That... is because I am drunk." Her blushing grew until red showed through her dark skin. The warrior had a shy side. He pressed his cock against her entrance, a little harder this time, enough to open her and massage the tip of him only a sliver of length. Thick as he was, a sliver was enough to earn some grunts from the Amazon, and she raised one of her legs to push her foot against his hip. "Slow! Slowly, I... gods, you're... going to split me open." He rumbled, and pushed her down toward him a little harder. The tiny warrior groaned yet again, a deep sound considering her size, but her voice rose to a squeak once the flesh of his cock's tip stretched her wider, and wider, before finally sinking in the first couple inches, so her muscles found the groove at the base of his glans. She looked down at where the soft flesh around her lips was pushed apart by the his girth until it was taut, and she stared. "Fucking... Tartarus... gods... damn...," she said. His own surprise joined her as he caught his breath. He did not expect the tightness of her wet flesh; to feel it on his tongue was one thing, but to feel it on his cock was another. She was very, very tight. Her insides gripped around the glans of his shaft, soaked it, and massaged it with trembling muscles that milked his member. When he pushed it another inch, she winced, and pressed down her foot on his hip harder; but she didn't stay stop. He eased her down a little further. The tightness of her insides squeezed around his girth enough to deform it slightly at her entrance with the strength of her clutching walls, demanding his girth comply to the small amount of room her flesh held. If not for the copious amount of fluids she was leaking over him, he would not have been able to penetrate her, but her liquids were plentiful, and only wet, warm flesh greeted him. Another couple inches. She groaned, loudly, and her head went limp to hang behind her shoulders as her legs stopped trying to stand on his hips. Instead, the Amazon let her legs spread once more, let her feet dangle off of his outer thighs, and started to pant openly. She was relaxing for him. He growled, louder this time. Something about seeing the powerful little creature succumb, about her giving in, set his blood on fire. He let her bodyweight sink her further down onto his cock, until half of it was forced into her tight, quivering insides. The hand around his girth took her thigh instead, fingers wrapping her ass, and he held the woman there as his glans pressed against her depths. He could feel her body had run out of space for him, and when he looked down, there was a distension along her abs up to beneath her navel. A small one, but enough that he could see how deep he was entering her trembling body. He wanted more. With one hand around her waist, the other underneath her ass, he pulled her down further. The soaked inviting flesh pushed down against him, but he stretched her deeper, and deeper with a slow, gentle motion. And the Amazon loved it. Her voice became a delightful song of mewls and moans, mixed with panting and tiny gasps. She moved her hips toward him, greeting his girth and milking at his length, while she raised her head to look down her naked body once more. "You're..." Her eyes were locked onto her abs, and how a subtle outline of his cock was visible between her breaths. "You're... not supposed... to be able... to see that." "You will survive." "Heh. That's not what I'm... worried about." "Oh?" But before she could respond, he eased the woman higher, until only the head of his cock remained inside her. The journey to pull half of his girth out of her was euphoric. Each inch earned sporadic clenches of the woman's muscles, more of her pleasant juices, and loud groans from her. Her tight insides squeezed hard enough to hurt, but the minor discomfort was lost in the pleasure of her wet, quivering flesh milking his length. "Fuck... fuck fuck. Go slow... gods, slow. If you... if you go hard, you'll... break me." She bit her bottom lip, and looked up at him. He had no idea the woman had such a sexual body. Sexually self aware, he anticipated, but he did not anticipate the way she nudged her hips toward him in a dance, the way she begged him with her eyes in sexual delight, the beautiful noises she made. And when he sank her down yet again until eight inches of his thick girth were stretching her, wide and deep, she gasped, and smiled. "It's a good thing your dick... isn't super hard. I'd be dead." He frowned. What an unkind thing to say. With a low rumble in his belly, he started to pull her down further. "Wait! Wait, wait I — nng!" Deeper. Her taut insides trembled and squeezed, but he continued to press her down toward him, stretching her in toward her belly. And deeper. He went very, very slow, drawing out each extra inch he penetrated her over a minute of gentle pressure. But sure enough, given time and gentle nudging of his cock against her deepest parts, she accommodated. "Come on, I'm sorry! I'm... oh... gods..." The woman could say what she wanted, but her body did not lie. As he sank her further down onto his cock, and slowly stretched her deeper, and deeper, she erupted. Her muscles clamped down, and she arched her back with her head dangling behind her as she started to tremble. More fluids leaked over his cock, until drops of her cum were on his testicles. He lifted her an inch, and pulled her back down. The result was a whimpering, shaking woman. She spread her legs, pushed her hips toward him, and trembled all the more as he pushed his length against her deepspot. Never hard, never thrust or shoved her down, he was far too deep for that. He had to be gentle, and coax her down to him with time, and a constant rubbing pressure against her depths. When her lips found the base of his cock, he let out a deep, low rumble. The taut, hot flesh of her cunt, massaging and milking at his length between tremors of her body, earned more rumbles from him, loud enough the others would no doubt hear. "You bastard. I... fuck, I'm going to break." The lean creature righted her head to look down the valley of her body once more, and the subtle distension his girth made along its center. "Look at that! I... can't believe you... fucking... all of it." "Shall I stop?" "... no. Spent all this time stretching me apart, I can take it. Just slow! Slow... ok? Feels like... gods that feels good." The tiny warrior, with every inch of his cock devoured, moved her hips toward him in a subtle and gentle motion. And then down toward his thighs, before again she pushed her hips toward his stomach. Every motion forced her muscles to squeeze in different ways, milk at his swollen girth, until he could feel drops of his precum leak from his glans into her body. "You are the first human I have done this with," he said. "And... I am surprised." "Heh, surprised you didn't kill me?" "Surprised at how... wet, and... delightful, this feels." The bound woman chuckled, and let out a groan of her own when she pushed her hips back and forth a few more times. The wet friction of her drooling pussy against the whole of his length and the swollen head of his cock sent warm sparks of pleasure down his length and into his testicles, before spreading into his pelvis and thighs. The woman was a sexual creature, that was for sure. "You're lucky I like it deep. Cause... this is... really damn fucking deep." She looked down to her pelvis once more, at where his girth spread her lips wide and taut, before she shivered and looked back up at him. "I can barely move." The invitation earned a small smile from Chimera. He raised her from his length once again, making sure to take his time and enjoy how every inch of this thick, veined girth was basked in the tight grip of her soaked muscles. She relaxed in his grip and let her legs dangle off to the sides of him again, as her head rolled back and her body trembled. Once six inches of his member was removed, he eased her body back down to devour the dripping, exposed half of his cock, until again her taut muscles found the base of him, and the head of his cock stretched her deep. And he did it again. This time, he lifted her shivering body from him over nine inches of his length, but kept the ripe, swollen glans of his cock inside her. He worked her body up and down his glans, sinking her an inch or two before raising her up again, and again, until the woman was once more trembling and leaking juices. Sinking her back down, balls deep onto his length, one slow inch at a time, earned more of the woman's mewls, and more of her tremors and convulsing muscles. But it wasn't until he started to work her back and forth, keeping her balls deep while massaging her pussy's lips against his abdomen, and his glans against her deepspot, that the woman truly erupted. She started to gasp, pants turning into load moans, and her body arched all the more. Her legs squeezed tight around his hips, despite being unable to circle his waist, and her cunt trembled and squeezed in random spurts. Her juices renewed in copious amounts, warm and trickling, until they dripped from his heavy testicles underneath her ass. It was already tight to near painful inside her, but her orgasm left him wincing as her muscles milked at him until he could feel the pleasure in his groin grow. When the Amazon finally grew still, and her noises grew gentle, he started to lift her up and down a single inch, faster. "W-wait... I'm... fuck I'm... just... I just came! Slow... down..." He didn't. He needed to cum. His whole body felt ready to burst, so close to the edge of bliss. The wet friction of her insides against his girth was too enticing, and he needed more. Now. So he bounced her as gently as he could force himself to be, while earning the desired bliss of her flesh caressing his glans and length. Each bounce earned a squeak from the dark little creature, and her gripping muscles only tightened more as her body started to meet his. He could hear the tiny splash of her liquids against him when her lips met his body, and the accompanying whimper of the woman wrapped around his girth with each bounce. He stopped at last when the telltale signs of orgasm hit him. He squinted his eyes as he stared at the beautiful creature in his hand, and looked down at the sight of her soaked, spread lips devouring him. When the first wave of hot cum gushed up through his length, he eased her back down balls deep onto him, and rumbled his bliss when the liquid flooded into her, coating his length and her insides. "Oh... fuck... that's warm," she said. He barely heard her. The first taste of pleasure in so long, he leaned back, relaxed his grip on the woman in his hand, and let the fluid come. Each flex of his pelvic floor earned a gush of thick cum, warm and delightful along his cock. It only took a few seconds for the copious amount of cum escaping him to fill the tiny crevices of space left in Otrera, before they started to leak out of her. It took a lot to keep his eyes open, but he wanted to see. He rumbled, deep in his belly as more waves of bliss ran through his length and into his core, while more of his cum started to leak out of the girl. To his surprise, Otrera started to ease her hips back and forth again, in a squeezing rhythm that gently milked him of his liquids. Even with her arms tied behind her, she managed to dance her hips back and forth in a slow wave of pleasure. She was still trembling, and whimpering between her own pants, but that didn't stop her from milking his seed from him with deliberate clenches of her wet insides. His orgasm lasted a while. He was almost embarrassed at how much cum was pouring into the woman, and how nearly a minute later, he was still rumbling in pleasure as he flooded her insides. Soon it was dripping down her ass, his testicles, and his own thighs; a mess he did not expect tonight. "Gods... look at this...," she said between pants. "You're... gods you're everywhere." He licked one of his fangs, and lifted the woman up. She shuddered in his hands, moaned as he slipped his length out of her, and sighed when at last the swollen glans of his cock fell free. The last clench of her pussy along his sensitive flesh sent yet more sparks of pleasure up his length, and a small river of his cum fell out of her and onto his length once it was free. But, perhaps because he felt like displaying a little dominance over the prisoner, or perhaps because he felt like enjoying a little more sexual play, he removed his other hand from her leg, took his dripping cock in grip, and laid it along her belly as he pressed her pussy to the base of its underside. "Hey! Hey... mother of Earth..." Otrera's mouth fell open as she stared at his length. A mix of their cum coated it, but it was the swollen head that drew Otrera's eyes, and the cum that still leaked out of it. He sighed with relief at being free of her insides — pleasurable as they were, Elysium even, they were extremely tight. With his cock laid across her abs, and his glans resting below her sternum, he was free to gently caress her body along the soft underside of his length, and coax several more thick waves of cum to flow out of him. The heavy streams fell between her breasts, dripped down his length, along her abdomen, and down between their legs. In only moments, he'd coated her abs and the underside of her breasts in white. "Forgive me," he said. "It has been... some time." "Gods damn that was inside me." The Amazon chuckled, still panting with exhaustion and sweat, but chuckled nonetheless. "You just took advantage of a bound and helpless woman." Even quivering with the fleeting waves of post orgasm, the Amazon still had a mouth on her. Fire, warm against him, and inviting despite the harshness. "Let us bathe," he said. "Good idea. I've seen whores work a dozen men in less of a mess. Going to untie me?" With a shrug, he picked the queen up into both hands, and carried her with him toward the sea. "I shall bathe you." Otrera's mouth opened wid

e, and she looked between him, the ground she now floated above, and the sea. But before long, her smile returned, and she grinned at him. "All right." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Otrera\~\~ She woke up the next morning with tender insides. "Gods... fucking... gods damn it." Getting skewered on a giant's cock was not exactly how she planned the night to go. And she was paying for it. Sex with the werewolf had always been a rough affair, with claws and deep penetration and rough sex. But fucking a giant was a different matter all together. She sat up and frowned at the big guy. He never slept, according the others, and sure enough, Chimera was sitting against a tree and looking at her. He had his loincloth back on, she noticed. But she did not; at least her tunic was back on. Still tied up too. Well, it wasn't like a night of good sex was going to convince the beast to free her; if anything, she was his sex toy to do with as he saw fit, with how she couldn't defend herself. The thought sent a thrill up her spine. It was kind of fun. Always thinking with your thighs, Otrera. "You want to fix this?" she said, and she turned her torso a bit to point her butt at him where it lacked a loincloth. He looked at her, scratched his beard, and shook his head. "No. I prefer you this way." Was the giant flirting? The flat, boring tone of his voice had lessened, and instead she found hints of play and mischievousness. He was even smiling a little. She knew those eyes. Those were 'I want to fuck you' eyes. Memories of last night worked through her groggy mind. If not for her Fate's Child body, she'd probably be a bit more than tender — and suffering a hangover. The giant was big enough to make sex unrealistic... but she'd done it anyway. He'd held her in one hand and masturbated with her body, and she'd came all over him. A lot. With squirting, and everything else she did when she was cumming her brains out. She could feel her whole body blushing; that included hardening nipples and some squirming too. "Um... we uh..." He held up a hand, looked to the path that lead back to the others, and frowned. Sure enough, Pinna came out of the canyon, grinning and hopping with every step like a young doe. "Enjoy yourselves last night?" she said. Otrera shrugged. "Wine was good... enough." "That's not what I meant." The satyr hopped over to her, grin growing bigger, and motioned to the big guy sitting next to them. "That was some very... it was quite... it was really hot sex." Otrera's blush returned. She did not like blushing. "You were watching? You were busy fucking your husband, I thought." "Well after I noticed you spying on me, I repaid the favor. Once I was done with Gallea of course." Pinna chuckled. "You're not very subtle when you're drunk. I mean, you don't seem to ever be subtle, but not exactly sneaky when drunk." "I..." She was drunk, that was true. She thought she'd have at least been able to sneak around when everyone else was drunk too, but apparently not. Had Darian seen her then? Before she could stop her, Pinna took her elbow — couldn't take her hand with them still behind her — and pulled her further away from the group and the giant. Otrera looked back over her shoulder to Chimera, who watched after her with a raised brow, but otherwise did not move. Once they were were a little ways away, Pinna stopped. "You, ummm." Pinna scratched at one of her horns and hopped around to stand in front of Otrera. "You ok?" "... why do you ask?" "Well, I... I mean, he is a giant, and... I thought maybe he took advantage of you being tied up." Awkward, but appreciated? Otrera shrugged, and smirked. The satyr was the sort to thrive on gossip, tell good stories, get everyone drunk, and everything an inn needed to get people renting rooms and buying food. The sort you'd want to chat with, for talking's sake. Otrera could use a little socializing, maybe. "It was mutual. I mean, being tied up and being a prisoner made it a little one sided. But he had my permission... ish. I was drunk! No regrets though." Pinna nodded, and as Otrera's blush started to fade, the satyr's started to grow. "I watched a little longer than I probably should have," Pinna said. "But, it was... just... you must be sore!" And apparently unable to contain herself, the satyr held out both hands to measure nearly a foot of air with her palms. "So big! So so... so very big." Blushing returned with a vengeance, but so did a grin. "You really want details, don't you?" The satyr nodded, eyes wide and bright. "You realize I'm a prisoner against my will?" She nodded. "And that my goal is — was — to kill Bellerophontes?" She nodded again. "Then why are—" "Because you're a good person, and I know you're going to help us." This again. Otrera groaned, rolled her eyes, and turned around, but Pinna grabbed her bound hands and stopped her from walking away. "You're not the first wandering warrior I've run into," Pinna said, "or the first Amazon. I know your kind well enough to know you want to help. Andromeda and Perseus sound like some seriously fucked up people, and you want to free Pegasus of them. You can hate Darian all you want, but you know he was just on one side of a war." "My tribe died against one man." "A Fate's Child! He's a great warrior, and he had an unfair advantage. He knows it too. He regrets what happened, Otrera, he really does. You said as much last night." "That was... wine talking." The satyr laughed, and guided Otrera further away from the group again to take her toward the beach. "Medusa is an unusual woman. She should be hard as steel, but she's as soft as a naive girl. Darian is... there's a rage inside him, Otrera, something unusual. Your anger was created by all the horrible things that have happened to you. But Darian? Bellerophon? His was just... there. Medusa's the only one who's ever touched him in a real way, and calmed him. And now that he is, it... it's really special. Something really special is happening, some genuine heroes on a journey to save a friend." Darian's rage had always been there? It was Otrera's turn to smile. Pinna thought she knew much about Darian. But she didn't know everything. "I get it," Otrera said. "I do. So just... let me think about it." "Yes! Yes, please, think about it." Pinna giggled all the more, sat down by a tree, and motioned for Otrera to join her. "Chimera though, the Fates told me nothing. I'm sure they knew something; he was alive during the great war between giants and gods. The Fates were involved, so... I don't know! He's a mystery. He's a beast, and... and I owe him a lot." She snickered like a mischievous child, and held out her hands again to measure the air again. "So big!" Otrera rolled her eyes, but chuckled despite herself, and sat down next to Pinna. The woman was going to try and be her friend, and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. The Amazon wasn't so stupid to think she didn't want companionship. "Yes, getting him inside was most definitely not easy. Very big, but a bit softer than a normal man's dick, so it wasn't going to kill me. Wine, and the tongue job he'd given me before made it doable." Pinna bursted into a squeal of a giggles, but then brought her hands up to her ears with a pained groan. "Ugh... hangover. So, uh... did he tell you anything about himself?" "Nope." "Nothing? Do you... there anything you can tell me? I'm trying to craft a story! A real, good... well, decidedly sexual story at this point. But it needs details!" The satyr was smiling, chuckling, and frowning at the same time. She could do with some girl gossip for a while. "Chimera and I argue occasionally, and it sort of came to a heat last night... next thing I knew, he was on me with his tongue. And it was a huge tongue, like the rest of him. Felt fucking amazing. Then I was in his hands, and... well you saw that part." Pinna started vibrating, despite how the queen's words were making the satyr blush brighter and brighter. "More! All the details!" Otrera laughed. She hoped the future wouldn't ruin this. But it probably would. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The next few days went by better than the first few of her capture. Still tied up, so that was a royal pain in her ass for many unsanitary reasons. They untied her, let her clean herself, only to tie her back up. Chimera did all the work, but after their night together, she didn't mind it so much. He had nice hands. And then every night, everyone started fucking. Gallea was healed enough so Pinna could have sex with him, super gentle lovey dovey she-does-all-the-work sex, but sex nonetheless. And the wife was apparently quite happy to do so; she initiated every time. Medusa and Darian were in a similar boat, with Medusa dragging her man off every night to fuck him with the same lovey dovey tenderness of Pinna. Medusa at least made a better attempt to hide the sex, but not by much. Everyone was feeling comfortable with each other, talking with each other, and fucking whenever the urge struck them. And, to Otrera's surprise, that included herself and Chimera. Sex with the giant was a nightly affair, and with her hands tied, she was on the receiving end of a lot of tongue and deep penetration. She didn't want to admit it to the beast of course, but it was Elysium. She got to relax, close her eyes, and let the giant have his way with her. A major change for her, and delightful one. He kept it gentle too, cause if he didn't, he'd split her in half. Always did like deep sex, and as long as the beast kept it slow, she was content to cum her brains out all over him. And she was going to ruin all of it. The sun started to rise on the seventh day of their respite. The morning air was cool, but not cold, and the breeze was equally as inviting. It was a good morning. "Alright, untie her," Darian said. The warrior was standing up, leg healed; Fate's Children healed damn fast. He was wearing his tunic and sandals, nothing more. Same for her. Good. Medusa slithered up behind her and started on her bindings. "Don't kill him," she said. Otrera looked over her shoulder at the serpent. The woman was frowning at her, and her snake eyes were staring straight into her. Yellow snake eyes with long, black slits down their center. Scary. "I won't kill him." But I'll bring him near it. "Figure out what I want yet?" At last, with hands unbound, she brought them in front of her and massaged her wrists. She squeezed the air, felt the Fate's Child muscles of her forearms shift and flex, and felt her fingers tighten against her palms. "I assume a duel." Darian shrugged, and pushed away from the cliff of their hidden little canyon. "Close. Fist fight." "A fist fight?" "Yes." Otrera motioned for him to follow, and the two of them stepped further out into the open grass South of their hidey-hole. "... a fist fight." "Yeap." She tried to hide her smile. "We have a fist fight, and you tell us where Andromeda's getting her sacrifices?" "Yeap." All of them looked at her with a raised brow. The four of them stood in a row at the top of a small hill, heads tilted. She'd already walked down it, and waited for Darian at the open area below. Empty space, grass, no rocks or bushes or trees nearby, and flat land. Perfect. Darian looked to Medusa, who shrugged in return. "She says she won't kill you," the serpent said. "I trust her... I guesss." Chimera nodded. "You can trust her word." Aw, the big guy standing up for her. She grinned at him, and he managed a tiny smile. Darian sighed, and started to walk down the hill toward her. But Otrera could see an edge of a smirk in his eyes. Try as he might to deny it, the man liked a good fight. She rotated her head and neck about, twisted her waist and hips a bit, prepped a minor stretch for her legs, and cracked her knuckles. Darian just waited, cocky smile showing through more and more. He had a right to be cocky, having beaten her so many times already. She stepped closer, and raised her fists. Darian, chuckling now, put a foot closer to her, and raised his fists as well. "Bellerophontes. Or I suppose I should say Darian. Your new name for your new life." "That's the plan," he said. "Tell me, how's your wife?" "What?" She drove her fist into his face, hard. The feel of skin splitting against her knuckles, his skin, sent shivers of joy up her spine as the man rolled backward through the air and crashed onto the ground. Let's see how well your group holds together with a little knife twisting. "I noticed you and Medusa are quite close. Does your wife Philonoe know? After I killed her sister, I thought maybe you'd at least take a trip to tell her." Darian was up to his hands and knees, but before he could get any higher, she kicked him in the chest. He went up a couple feet into the air, spun over once, and fell onto his back. Gods damn it felt good to kick with the strength of a Fate's Child. She looked up the small hill to the others. Medusa's scary snake eyes weren't so scary when they were wide with shock. The serpent turned to Pinna, and the two started talking, maybe arguing, about Philonoe. No doubt the satyr had known, but she hadn't told her snake friend. Too bad. "I'm hearing that you've changed, 'Darian,' from the cocky, fame-obsessed degenerate you used to be before Zeus shot you out of the sky." She jumped at him, and tried to land her knee onto his chest, but the bastard managed to roll back and onto his feet, leaving her knee to collide with grass. Darian didn't follow up on the opening though. He was clutching his chest, breathing hard, blood dripped down his split cheek, and the look of panic on his face was unmistakable. Not panic for her attack though, panic for her words. He even looked from Otrera up the hill to Medusa; mistake. On him again, close, elbows in and fists up. No quarter for this cocky bastard, he deserved pain, and an uppercut against his jaw brought it. He flew back, but managed to land on his feet. More blood dripped from his chin, and each drip sent a flutter of joy up Otrera's body. "You are a dirty, underhanded, mani—" "You're the one keeping secrets, bastard." She swung out with another punch, but Darian managed to get around it and finally throw a return punch. It hurt, catching it in the forearm, but better that than the face. "It was a gift from Iobates! I married her because it was expected of me! Forced upon me by circumstance!" He was getting angry. Perfect. His words were loud enough for Medusa to hear, but yelling to the serpent created opportunities in the fight for Otrera. "I couldn't give two shits about why you married her. I just think it's interesting that you never told your new love." He winced. "I'm trying to leave that life behind. Completely." "Yeah well, ghosts of the past and all that." She feinted a punch, got in closer, and drove her foot forward, straight at his chest. It was a move he'd normally dodge, but panicked eyes gave him away, and her sandal crashed against his gut. He rolled backward, but managed to stop on his feet again, breathing fast and back slouched with one arm holding his gut. "Philonoe is a relic of that life! And just like her sister — who you killed — Philonoe is a vile thing. I just want to forget her and leave it gone. Leave it all gone and buried." "Is that so?" Otrera looked over her shoulder at Medusa. The serpent looked very worried, knuckles of one hand at her lips, and eyes snapping between her and Darian. "Seems like you've been burying secrets, Mr. Hero. Shame if someone dug them up." "... don't." "Pinna," Otrera said, smile on her face so big she could feel it in her cheeks, "tell me, does anyone know why Proetus ever made a nobody like Bellerophontes, before the Chimera incident, into a guard captain? You know why Proetus ever gave him a chance?" "He... he was a skilled warrior. He'd gone to Proetus to ask for forgiveness for a crime. He became a member of his local militia for penance, worked his way up the ranks, and—" "So you don't know what crime he committed?" The satyr blinked, looked to Chimera and Medusa, and then back to her. "... no." "Don't!" Bellerophontes was on her like lightning. His eyes glowed white, bright, until she could see nothing but white fire in them. For a moment, she thought she could hear something roar. She sidestepped, but Darian wasn't looking to dance. Instead of bringing up his hands to guard his obvious opening, he just pushed against his momentum into the ground, and pounced at her. His hands reached for her face, and she had to grab his wrists. A moment later, she was on the ground, back to the grass, while the crazed man snarled at her from above. His strength was unreal, but his weight was easy to deal with. He couldn't reach her. If he could, she was sure he'd be clawing out her eyes. "I'm going to fucking kill you," it said. Her own eyes glowed white, but not with the fury she was used to. This was different. This was cold on her spine, self defense against the sudden firestorm she'd unleashed. She brought her feet underneath him, and pushed both against his chest to send him back through the air. Get up, quickly! On her feet, she had a split second to sidestep again as the man dived past her. And when she turned to face him, he was already running for her again. He was a small warrior like her, agile, fast, and furious. In their past couple of battles, her anger had been her undoing — or at least, certainly hadn't helped. Maybe she could use his anger against him? Not likely. He was too damn fast. On her in a split second, he took a swing for her face, and she had to duck underneath it, only to have to roll to the side to avoid getting a knee in the nose. But each time she dodged, he was on her again, screaming. The strain and power in each punch showed as bulging veins, and for a moment, she thought it was Chimera taking a punch at her. But she was a Fate's Child too. She brought a hand up to catch his, took a step back to go with the momentum, and forced his hand down while forcing his elbow up with her other hand as she sidestepped. With a foot put in front of his, she managed to flip the bastard and get him onto his back, so she could drive her knee down at his face. Bellerophon didn't stop though. On his back, head toward her, he reached up to catch her when she got her knee over his skull, and brought her down with a twist. He got one arm around her leg, and got his weight onto half of her, facing her. And he started punching. Punches hurt. A lot. Knuckles and bone and force. She tried to get free, but with his assail of punches, all she could do was block with her forearms. Each hit blinded her with a lightning's moment of pain and risk of a broken bone. Bastard was furious with her, she could hear it in his grunts and roars with each punch that fell on her like rocks. She managed to get her weight onto her ass so she could use her free leg to kick him in the stomach. It sent him into a halfway spin over the grass, and her in the opposite direction. And again, the moment she was on her feet, Bellerophontes was already up and lunging at her. His eyes were frenzied, and his teeth were bared. He left an opening. Maybe he hadn't expected her to get up so quickly, but he came at her foot first. Stupid. She got beside the kick and drove her palm into his chest. Determined, he swung back up to his feet and threw himself at her again, a full pounce. Bringing her arms up wasn't enough, as he managed to get one of his hands around her wrist, and tried to wretch her guard open. So close, she felt her heart stop when the man's gaze caught hers again. One moment a smiling, handsome man, the next, a barbarian gone berserk. Is this what Pinna was talking about? Rage that had always been there? This wasn't the man she'd fought several times before, this was a crazed animal who was going to rip her arms off. He brought a knee in from the side and crashed it against her waist. A snap and wretch of pain told her a rib was broken. But it also meant the man had his leg up, and she managed to get a grip on his ankle, and yank. She was strong, he was light, and she managed to get him a good twenty foot through the air before he landed, sliding in the grass again. "The whole time I've been your prisoner, I've heard from everyone about how great you are. Medusa, obviously, but even Pinna and Chimera have compliments for you. Say you've changed from the angry bastard you used to be. Look at you now!" She was playing with fire. The monster was shaking from head to toe, and his fists were tight enough she could see the veins of his arms from so far. He got up slowly, fingers digging deep into the dirt, before he turned to face the queen with murder in his eyes. "Don't." "But I guess it'd be against your new image to have people knowing what you did? That you killed your brother with your bare hands, for no reason at all?" She waited for the moment of joy, the moment of satisfaction, the moment of elation from ruining the man and his world. She held her breath and waited for the spring of bliss to fill her from tasting revenge. Nothing. Nothing at all. Only bitterness on her tongue, and an aching cold in her gut. Silence fell upon them all. Only the gentle, pleasant breeze stirred noise, grass upon grass. Otrera looked to the viewers of the brawl, and their shocked faces, dropped jaws, open mouths, and wide eyes. Even Chimera looked surprised. The monster didn't move. He stood there, eyes glowing, body a statue, but the rage that poured off of him was unreal. He was shaking, and each breath had turned into a snarl. "... h-how do you know that?" Pinna said. "Andromeda knows a lot. Quite the scholar, quite the sorceress. I'd thought she might be lying, but apparently not. Know thy enemy, she said." Otrera breathed deep, leaned her weight from one foot to the other, and readied herself. Bellerophontes still wasn't moving, but she could see a flicker of movement in his eyes when she shifted left and right. Bellerophontes at last raised his hands, one in a fist, one open, and started to take slow steps toward her. She'd seen similar looks, in those who gave into the need to murder with their whole being. The look of someone willing to sacrifice their life, just to kill someone. Too late to stop now. "Did I ruin your little fantasy, 'Darian?' Did you really think you could just not mention the horrible things you've done, and everyone would accept this new you? Will your little group still be able to, when they realize you're a psychopath?" He stopped at the last word. "... what?" "You can apologize about what you did to me, and say you regret your actions, but what does any of that mean from a lunatic who's been killing people since he was a child? Who's killed family, at no provocation?" He looked down at his hand where his blood lined it. Then back to her as the white in his eyes started to fade. "You saw Perseus," she said. "And you must have noticed it. The man's a psychopath. He's also a Fate's Child, chosen by the Fates themselves, like you, unlike me. I remember the look in your eyes when you slaughtered my tribe. It wasn't the look of a man at war. It was the look of a monster, someone completely at home in a bloodbath. The same sort of look Perseus has in a fight." In her mind, she'd imagined destroying the man with her words. They'd fight, hit each other a few times, but with each word she would release upon him, his strength would waver, his endurance would falter, and she'd break his nose. She didn't want to kill him anymore; that was progress, right? But just because she didn't want to kill him didn't mean she didn't want to hurt him. Or so she thought. But as the man's eyes returned to normal, and his heavy gaze fell down to the grass, the joy of it all faded to black. In the wake of her victory, all that was left was ashes. He raised his gaze, and for a moment, she thought she was looking into the eyes of a dead man. "... I don't... remember their... fa—" "That's enough!" Medusa slammed her tail against the ground, and slithered down to get between them. Soon several layers of snake scales were between Otrera and Darian, and the serpent faced her with bared fangs. "What are you doing?" Otrera frowned at the woman, and paced side to side with closed fists. "Exposing him for what he is!" "I know what he is!" Medusa raised herself higher, well above Otrera's height, like a defensive snake, and stared down at the Amazon. "I know what he is capable of. I know he misses a piece inside him. I do not care about some old marriage he did not care for. I do not care about the crimes of his past. He is different than he used to be!" This woman! This stupid, naive, ridiculous woman. A hundred years of Tartarus and still... "Did you not hear him two minutes ago? One jab at the right spot and he loses it." "I heard him. And I know he's the first one who... never mind." The serpent turned around, reached out for Darian's hand, and started slithering away. It was only when Medusa had moved out of the way that Otrera caught Darian's eyes again. And he looked devastated. Heavy eyes had become stone, shoulders weighing him down, and each step he took to follow Medusa might as well have left a crater. Silence once more. She looked to Pinna on the hill, and the satyr frowned at her. She looked to Chimera, and there too, the beast of muscle and brutality, she found his frown. She looked down, and frowned at herself. Gods damn it. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Darian\~\~ It happened again. He looked down at his hands; they were still shaking with the rush of need when he was on Otrera. If he'd managed to get his hands on her, he'd have killed her, crushed her throat, ripped out her wind pipe. He'd have fucking torn out her throat with his teeth if he could have gotten close enough. Medusa took them a ways from the group, and stopped them once she'd found a good tree between some small hills. A gentle place. And as he expected, Medusa guided him to sit by the tree. The beautiful woman coiled up beside him. "One moment, I think Otrera will be kind, and the next, she is... she's..." "She was trying to get a last jab at revenge, I guess." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "But I don't think she really wanted to. She could have waited for a better moment to bring that up, if she wanted." Breathe. Breathe. Otrera's face in his mind sent fire into his fingers, and the need to snap her neck started to grow. Medusa set a hand on his leg, and waited. When he looked at her, she had a small smile, the tiniest thing, like a waiting mother. "... I'm a married man," he said. She shrugged. "Didn't sound like a marriage." Gods damn she was too good to him. "No, no it wasn't. I didn't bring it up because I wanted to forget about it. I... do you want to know?" She nodded. "We love each other, right? Knowing each other's secrets, it comes with the job description." Laughing, he squeezed her hand and brought it up to his lips. "She was a gift from her father King Iobates. This was before I knew about what Proetus and him had planned, but after I'd become famous. He was trying to get on my good side before the inevitable. It was a wedding of... it wasn't a wedding. She wanted power, like her sister, and tried to manipulate me to get it." "I understand. It... it's in the passst." Too damn good. And when the beautiful serpent brought her torso over to lay her head upon his lap, he put his fingers into her hair, the other on her shoulder, and relaxed against the tree. How could she be so calm with him? He was still shaking with anger, he could feel it in his guts and his hands. Muscles twitched, and his forearms demanded he squeezed something until it died. But Medusa stayed where she was, and reached up to touch his chest. Fearless. "And my brother?" he said. "I... I saw how you reacted, when Otrera mentioned it. I don't want to talk about it if it brings you such pain." Of course she didn't. He didn't want to either. That was part of the problem, the constant running from the obvious, glaring hole in his life. "... we were practicing with fake swords. I was only fourteen, he was seventeen." "Darian, you don't—" He tapped her shoulder with fingers as lightly as he could manage. "He hit me harder than he was supposed to. Just teasing me, using his older age and greater strength to push me around. Typical brother stuff. And I... just lost it." It took effort, but he raised his heavy hand from her shoulder and looked at his fingers. "Blinding white rage. My family had started keeping me at a bit of a distance after the incident with the thieves, except for my brother. And then... I just..." Beat his body until it was pulp, until he was a smear in the dirt. Parents had sent him off to Proetus in hopes he'd execute him for the crime, not enlist him. Medusa raised herself from his lap, and looked at him with the most pitying eyes he could have imagined. It hurt to meet her gaze, and his eyes drifted down. "It's a sad tale," he said, "a sad, pathetic story about a... I don't know. Monster is too powerful a word. Maybe just a—" Otrera's words slapped him in the face, and his breath caught in his throat with it. A psychopath, like Perseus. "Blinding white? Was that the first time you did that... eye glowy thing? Like you do when you get angry now?" "It... it was." "It sssounds to me like you awoke to that in a cruel way." He choked on a chuckle, and forced himself to look her in the eyes. She had a tiny smile again, and she placed both her hands on his knees as she leaned over him. "I've seen you angry," she said. "I know how angry you can get. And I'm sure you would have killed Otrera for what she just tried to do to you. But... for trying to tear us apart, and for trying to use your past against you, I might have done similar. And with your brother? Maybe it was because it was the first time that... power"—she poked him in the chest—"awoke inside you? I don't know, I just... I know there's something different about you. And it's not all good. But! But... you... you're not... l

ike Perseus. Otrera says you are, but she's wrong!" She brought herself to standing, as much as a gorgon could stand, and helped bring him up to his feet with her. "I looked into his eyes, Darian. I talked to him. He... he wasn't you. For him, the whole thing is... fun. The violence, the murder... fun. It wasn't just that he was comfortable in it, like Otrera said, but... like an actor delighting in play fighting, like it was a game." Fun? Game? He frowned and stroked his chin. Otrera was right about him, he was comfortable with violence, at home with it, but fun? Of all the things he'd tasted when killing, when the thrill of battle took him over, he wasn't sure fun was the word he'd use. The serpent continued. "I can understand why you didn't want to talk about your brother, or any of it! And I... I..." She looked left, looked right, looked over her shoulder, then back at Darian. "You're a scary man, Darian." The words dragged him down until Medusa was holding him up by his shoulders, lest he fall back down. "But," she said, "I... I know you're not Perseus. Scary like Perseus, but you're not him. And I don't know why you are the way you are. When Otrera made you angry? It was like you were a different person, consumed by something. You would have ripped her apart with your bare hands. You would have broken her skull down into a bloody mess, like with the soldier when we first met." He had to look away again, and grit his teeth. Medusa didn't let him pull away though; she shook him until he had to look at her. "You know you're more than that! With me... and Pegasus... even that man you spared in Tiryns, Patrius. You're not a—" She came to a stop and looked over her shoulder with a loud hiss. Otrera stepped around the corner of rock, and leaned against a tree, arms across her chest, and face deadpan. "Haven't you done enough?" Medusa snapped her tail against the grass as she turned to face the Amazon. "You've hurt him in enough ways. Leave him alone or I'll—" "It's okay Medusa," he said. Valiant, she was. It made him smile. The woman would have thrown herself into any harm's way to protect him. He put a hand on her shoulder, and gave her a quick nod and smile before walking past her. He leaned his head around to feel the muscles stretch, the joints crack, and his heart start to speed up. Another duel? The queen wasn't smiling or frowning, or anything he could read. She just stood there, arms folded over her chest, waiting. The split skin of his face was still there, already bruising from fast healing. But Otrera wasn't much better off. He'd done real damage to her, and from how she was holding herself, her forearms were exposed; they were black and blue. And her tilt suggested a cracked rib from when he hit her side. Always breaking down every encounter into the ways you can use it to defeat someone. Habits die hard. "You said you were sorry," she said, "back in Tiryns." "... I did." "You said you regretted it, back at the giant's cave, too." "... I did." "So you did... You know you're not entirely normal, right? I see it in your eyes, like Perseus — no, I'm not saying you're Perseus." Quick with her words, Darian noticed, as he heard Medusa rustling behind, him ready to intervene. "Something about you is... different from normal people." "I know." The words hurt, and when he looked back over his shoulder at Medusa, she managed a small nod and smile. "But I'm dealing with it." "... I'm sorry," the queen said. Darian blinked at her, and looked her up and down. She was shaking a little, and her eyes dropped to the grass. "Sorry for bringing up dead shit from your past. Sorry for trying to kill you. Sorry for... Stheneboea and Proetus. If Philonoe is anything like her sister, I don't blame you for abandoning her." Damn the woman was brutal with her words, even when she was apologizing. "It's ok," he said. "And killing those two? It... I wasn't going to kill them. I wanted to, gods I wanted to, but I wasn't going to, for her." He motioned Medusa with his hand. "Trying my best to leave it all behind." The queen chuckled, and stepped forward a little closer. "I'm sorry about Pegasus too. Andromeda and Perseus haven't abused him, but yeah. He really is a beautiful animal, and multiple times I could see he was... more than an animal." Relief hit him, and he let out a slow sigh. "Why all the apologies?" "Because that"—she pointed back to where she came from—"was a mistake. I'm not so juvenile I can't see that. I thought for sure getting a good slice into you, maybe ruin you, would give me... fuck it. Doesn't matter, it didn't work. So, I could brood about it, convince myself of stupid shit, and make everything worse for everyone, or I can swallow my pride and my delusions, and get over it." She too let out a slow sigh of relief, and nodded. "Aethiopia. Andromeda said she got her sacrifices from Aethiopia." "Aethiopia... thanks, Otrera." "I'm coming with." "Excuse me?" Otrera got closer, reached out with a finger, and jabbed him in the shoulder. "That woman, that mask, I didn't ask for any of this. She revived me, and... and everything just started moving. I walked into a chamber of bones, skulls, death, and Andromeda stood there. She offered me the power to defeat you, Darian. And I said yes like a blind idiot. Next thing I knew, I had your power, and I was indebted to a mad woman. I never even stopped to ask how the ritual was done! I didn't know it required lives. Just wanted to kill you. "So I'm coming. Nothing else to do, nothing left of my life. My tribe is gone, and gods help me, the only reason I had to live was killing you and... and I don't want that. I thought I did, fuck me I thought I did. But I don't. What I want is a life worth living. Saving your friend, taking down that witch? Those sound like things worth doing." Darian had to take a step back. The tiny woman was smiling a little, and standing tall, proud, arms at her side and breath calm. It wasn't hard to imagine her surrounded by fellow Amazons, each a sword and shield, each a weapon and loyal warrior to their queen. "You su—" "Yes I'm sure. Don't get in a woman's way once she's made up her mind." He chuckled. True that. "Yesss!" Medusa slithered up to them, and wrapped her arms around Otrera. "Get off me, damn snake!" "No, this is wonderful!" And of course the serpent picked up the Amazon, and slithered around in a figure eight while hugging her. Otrera squirmed to try and free herself, but a snake's grip was no joke. Darian laughed. A moment ago he was really trying to kill Otrera. The next, they were allies. Like a ridiculous, grand tale of beautiful circumstance, enemies were becoming friends, united to take down the villain. Ridiculous, and amazing. He prayed he wouldn't ruin it. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Medusa\~\~ "You're giving me your bow?" Medusa said. "I saw that piddly thing you were using. You're a good shot, and you can't do shit against swords, and—" "I lasted a hundred years." "How many of them were close calls? How many of them did you have to transform to kill? How many times did you have to use your stone gaze, when there were no friends around to get hit by it?" She frowned. Otrera was poking holes in her defense, but it was all very true. And as she looked at the beautiful, massive bow, the frown melted away. It was such a magnificent thing, a white bow that looked like it'd been carved from white crystal rock. The string was gold, shining, and the leather quiver had gold adornments, threads similar to Darian's. The massive arrows within had white tips as well, polished until they shined the same as the string. A heavy bow, too. When she picked it up, she had to recenter her slithering body to keep it from pulling her forward when she raised it. "What about you?" "I'm an Amazon." The tiny warrior picked up her two swords, and demonstrated some casual rotations of them around her body. Like dancing. "I know many weapons. And you should use a bow. I can use yours if it comes to it." The two humans, the serpent, and the giant stood about in the open grass area Darian and Otrera had been fighting in earlier. They'd amassed their gear in a pile, the armor and weapons and shields, and were examining their options. "You threw me a surprise when you used two swords," Darian said. "That was the plan." "Pretty aggressive fighting style. Never seen that before." "Not aggressive enough." Otrera shrugged and set them back down. "Against a normal opponent, it'd work; I'd be able to create an opening and take advantage. But against a skilled warrior, the shield is simply the better option." "I've always used sword and shield. I like the options it creates." "Definitely." Medusa tried to hide what must have been an absurd and childish smile on her face, but she couldn't. It was too beautiful! Otrera and Darian, talking about... well, killing, but it was still a lot better than them trying to kill each other. "These arrows are so beautiful! I'm afraid to shoot them." She lined up a shot on a nearby tree, but didn't fire. The arrow looked like something that belonged in the grip of a statue on display in Athens. "Magical quiver. That Andromeda witch knows what she's doing." Otrera came over, and motioned for Medusa to give her the quiver. When she did, Otrera removed an arrow and put it in her left hand. She removed another with her right, and put it into her left. And again. And again. And yet, the quiver never emptied, and somehow Otrera only ever acquired three arrows in her left hand. "Ooh." Medusa slung the quiver back over her shoulder, lined up a shot with a tree, and— "Deeper." "What?" "Deeper," Otrera said. "Draw the arrow as deep as you can, while maintaining control." Nodding, she re-knocked the arrow and drew it back as far as she could, until her arm was about to start shaking. Before it did, she took a deep breath, aligned her sight, and fired. The snap of the string made Medusa's human half vibrate, but sure enough, the arrow stuck into the tree. More than stuck, it went in deep, deeper than an arrow should have. "Wow." "Yeah. Andromeda has some serious control over that mask and its Fates' magic. She used it to create Perseus's armor and sword — no idea where he got the shield though. His armor's pretty similar to Darian's, right? Fates' shit just shitting shit all over shit everywhere." Medusa laughed and put the bow and quiver back. "What about Chimera?" "What about him?" Darian and Otrera said in unison. "He has nothing! Otrera has her Amazon armor and her swords, and even if she didn't, we could get her something. Darian has his gifts from the Fates', and now I have Otrera's gifts. But Chimera has nothing." The three of them looked to the giant, only to laugh when he shrugged. "That reminds me," Otrera said. "You guys found him in a hole in the ground, you said? Dressed in nothing but a loincloth of fur, and a dead cat." Darian shrugged. "Dressed the same as when I fought him the first time." "So, the dead cat has horns. There is no cat like that." Chimera snorted, untied the hands of the lion-like creature from his neck, and tossed it at Otrera. She fell with a very un-queenly squeak, and disappeared underneath the layers of fur. "This is heavy!" "Before humans were building cities," Chimera said as he walked toward them, "and your kind were just learning to build tents from wood and animal skins, there were greater creatures than there are now. Beasts that hunted more than men, but giants too, and when the gods had the courage to walk Gaia's skin, even they were the beasts' prey. This is but one of those creatures. The only one of his kind." Otrera wriggled herself free of the giant dead cat covering her, and held its massive, jawless head by the horns. "Only one of his kind? How's that work?" "A child of Echidna, mother of monsters. This one prowled the plains for centuries before my family brought it down." Family. Medusa tilted her head, and watched the giant closely. His head and eyes fell for only a split moment before he raised them, and replaced them with a smile. "You are very old," Otrera said. "Ancient. Old man." She said it with an air of insult, but Medusa saw the smile change on Chimera's face. She knew that smile, that was a playful smile! Medusa reached down to take the cat pelt from Otrera, and giggled when she wrapped it around herself the way Chimera would. Her snake hair did what they could to make the skull of the cat fit her, but it was just too big. Its fangs dwarfed her face, and its length reached well past her hips. So big. The paws were bigger than her head. "How is this thing still so soft? Soft and sturdy. It's thousands of years old!" "The great beasts of that time were all immortal," he said, and he shrugged again as he sat down beside Otrera. "There are few of us left. The old beasts." Old beasts. Something she would probably qualify as now; she didn't seem to age anymore, and as far as Chimera was concerned, she was a beast too. The thought should have made her upset, but the warmth and softness of the pelt washed away her anger. Maybe she'd get a pet cat once this was all over with, like an Egyptian. Otrera looked at Chimera, head to toe. The giant was naked after all except for his loincloth, and the man was over ten feet tall of muscle, scars, and enough masculinity for a whole city. Medusa didn't care much for the gruff look of his body, the extreme ruggedness, the huge muscles, but Otrera did, that much was obvious. What Medusa hadn't expected was the looks the two shared, the subtle smirks, the occasional meeting of the eyes. Lustful eyes! The past few days, she'd thought maybe something had been going on. Everyone had become so much more happy since finding the wine, since long past drinking it. And Otrera and Chimera had gone off on walks more than once, when the queen still had her hands bound. Medusa giggled and rubbed her face on the fur. What sort of things were those two doing? \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Everyone was fucking like rabbits! She didn't know if it was because of that day with the wine, or perhaps because they knew that soon, they'd be off again to try and save Pegasus and stop Andromeda, or leaving for new land. It could have been all those things. But once Darian and Otrera resolved their issues, and there was no more animosity to be had between anyone in their lovable little group, everyone let loose. They had two weeks until Gallea would be well enough to start moving on his own power, according to Chimera. Two weeks felt like a deadline before the 'change' would happen, whatever that would be. They all had a lot of anxiety waiting for it, and no where to go while Gallea healed. Apparently, that lead to a lot of sex. It also lead to no one caring if they were caught. At first she tried to always take Darian far away for their love making, but then, when they came back to camp, Gallea and Pinna would be behind a tree not twenty feet away. Medusa discovered Pinna really had a thing for sitting on Gallea, on his face, on his hips, on him anywhere for their sex. And more than once, Medusa took more than a peek. And every time she did, the next time she made love with Darian, she didn't try as hard to hide. One night, she didn't try to hide at all. They had one week left, and Medusa and Darian had just finished bathing in the sea. The sun was setting, the day was warm, and the wind had calmed. "I'm going to take a nap," he said. He lay down on the grass, with his old cocky smile on, and hands hooked underneath his head. Warm fuzzies drifted through her core, and she copied his smile as she hugged herself. She needed to talk to someone! Talk about love, romance, and all those things she and Darian were doing but were both new to. Pinna wasn't new to it, she was a happily married woman. So she slithered back to the camp, and looked for her friend. She didn't have to look far. At first she thought Pinna had decided to sit upon Gallea's lap. He was able to sit up now, and was sitting against a tree in their little canyon hideaway. Pinna was sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around his hips and back, and she was resting her chin on the satyr's shoulder. It was absolutely adorable. But it became slightly less adorable, and far more erotic when she noticed how Gallea had his hands on the small of Pinna's back, and she had her hands on his. They were naked, Medusa only just realized, and pressed chest to chest. Their furry deer legs looked so cute, with hers wrapped around him, and the sway of their hips was hypnotic. It was the most darling sex she'd ever imagined. The way they were holding each other, hugging each other, while Pinna shifted her hips back and forth on his lap, made her whole body warm. She'd have to go back to Darian, and start doing things to him, immediately. Pinna turned to put her head on Gallea's other shoulder, and she let out a slow moan as she opened her eyes and looked Medusa's way. Eye contact. Medusa froze, knuckle on her lip, half her body hidden behind tree and rock. Blushing heat almost had her eyes watering, and she managed a small bow and mouthed 'sorry' before she started to slither away. But Pinna stopped her. The handsome little woman smiled back at her, rested her cheek on Gallea's shoulder, and mouthed 'stay, watch.' Stay. She wanted her to stay, and watch. Watch! Medusa froze, eyes drifting up and down the two hugging, naked lovers. Pinna looked so relaxed, so comfortable, like she was cozy with a warm blanket. Her eyes drifted closed, her breath steady, her noises a gentle song of soft moans. Every so often, Pinna opened her eyes again, looked at Medusa, and grinned. The wife slid her hands up and down Gallea's back, up his shoulder blades, down his spine beneath where it rested against the tree, and down to his fur. She was careful of the bandage that still circled his waist, and instead let her hands drift lower to stroke and tease the small, fluffy tail of her husband. Medusa couldn't see Gallea's face with Pinna's in the way, but her husband did much of the same for his wife. His hands roamed her back, teased fingers along her naked spine, and as he hugged her, his fingers slid up into her hair to comb the long waves of blond. Hair in fingers! Medusa melted at the sight, and the finger on her lip raised to massage one of her snakes instead. They started moving faster. Or at least Pinna did. Gallea was undoubtedly forced to hold still at his wife's orders; Chimera's medicine was miraculous and strong, but Pinna was no fool. Horny, but no fool. She set the pace, controlled the flow, and danced on her husband's cock with the slow gyrating of her hips back and forth in a lover's rhythm. "Going to cum soon?" she said. "Got a few more minutes in me." "Good." With another loving sigh, Pinna nuzzled her head into Gallea's neck, her smaller horns grazing against his hair. "You're very wet." "Am I?" "Mmhmm." "Must be... because... I'm close." Medusa had to bite her tongue to keep from squealing. She thought she was blushing before, but she was sure her entire body went red as Pinna smiled at her, and started to push her hips a little faster. Her bright voice started to whimper, and her smile only grew as she looked at Medusa. The handsome little woman shivered and squirmed, and mewled a few times too as she increased her pace for few moments, before at last growing still. Pinna winked at Medusa, and with the most satisfied expression on her face, started to dance upon her husband's lap once again, without once breaking their hug. Medusa, sure she was about to burst into flame, gave Pinna a tiny wave of her fingers, and slithered away. "Oh my oh my oh my." She hugged herself and swayed left and right as she slithered. Would that be her and Darian in the future? The stories of couples were always that the flame died once married, but Gallea and Pinna were... oh, it was so beautiful. The tenderness, the gentle embrace, the perfect rhythm of familiarity. Perfect. Darian loved her. Loved her and not that whore Philonoe. She didn't know if she was a whore, or slut, or evil bitch, or vile horrible ugly disgusting thing of a woman. But she must have been. Just because. Sometimes she wondered if she should be upset. It felt like the thing to do, get upset about the secrets, make drama. But Darian had more than proved he loved her and only her on so many occasions already, she couldn't hold it against him, not when his past was such a mess. Moans pulled her attention. It wasn't Pinna and Gallea, they were behind her, and these were more in front of her, around a hill crest with some trees between. Chimera and Otrera? Medusa knew the two had been enjoying each other's touch, but she hadn't really considered how that'd work. They were both hard, scarred, muscles and... hard. It must have worked, right? But now that she thought about it, the size difference was ridiculous. She grinned, got down onto her hands, and started hunting. The grass was tall, the small hills dotted with large boulders and bushes, perfect for snake sneaking. And she was just the snake to do such a thing. Closer and closer to the sound, her snake hair pressed down flat to keep hidden, and Medusa hovered her torso an inch above the dirt like a prowling lion. Keeping from giggling was the hardest part. Sure enough, she found them. Chimera was completely naked — gods he was so much muscle, twice as tall as a man, twice as wide, twice as thick! And he was kneeling forward, one hand on the grass, one hand holding Otrera underneath him. Medusa's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. It wasn't Otrera's nudity that shocked her; the dark-skinned Amazon queen was as lean and fit as Darian, with a great ass! Her breasts were small but perky, and her nipples were standing hard. A warrior woman in the throes of sex. What made Medusa jaw-drop was how they were having sex. Chimera held Otrera in his hand. Her. All of her. The giant was holding her waist and hips in his hand and lifting her body, and pulling her onto his cock as if she were a toy. Otrera's legs were dangling, her toes dragging along the grass underneath them. So. Damn. Huge. He eased Otrera away from his body with his hand, before pulling her back into his pelvis. Otrera herself held onto his fingers, and let out a deep, guttural groan as the beast sank himself balls deep inside her. So. Damn. Huge! He eased her off his length again, and Medusa had to bite down on her finger to keep quiet. How was she fitting that brute inside her? And he was being... so gentle with her. Gentle, and slow, and tender. It was just like watching Pinna and Gallea — except that the giant was sinking an enormous cock into the tiny Amazon liable to split her open! No wonder he was being so gentle. And close as she was, hidden in the grass and the shadows of the setting sun, Medusa could see the dripping fluids from the giant's testicles. She could even see a small belly bulge on Otrera when the beast sank her balls deep. Slow, deep motions, each pulling the tiny, wriggling, moaning Amazon out until the colossal phallus inside her must have only had its tip remaining, before Chimera pulled her back into him. And Otrera took it all, until again the beast had her ass pressed to his body, and the Amazon's legs started shaking. "Fucking... gods...," the queen said. Chimera stood up, though still on his knees. With his other hand free, he took Otrera by the throat, and pinned her head to his chest; she was so short compared to him, her head only reached his sternum, between his huge pectorals. For a moment, Medusa thought she'd have to intervene as Chimera kept his grip around her throat, but Otrera didn't fight him. Each of her hands held onto a the index finger of each of his hands, and she broke out into mewls when the giant started to fuck her again. Her legs dangled, her voice reduced to nothing but pants, and her eyes closed. Cum started to pour down her thighs. Thick, white cum, mixed with the fluids of Otrera herself. The mess of liquids and bliss dripped down her thighs until it was on her ankles and toes, now grazing the grass from dangling legs. So much! Every few seconds, Chimera rumbled, a deep sound that shook the earth like a gentle earthquake, as if the Earth herself was groaning. And when he did, he pushed Otrera down on him a little harder, earned a squeak from her, and another thick flow of white poured out of where the two were connected. Medusa hadn't expected Otrera to be so messy during sex either! The woman was groaning and grunting as Chimera kept her balls deep on his ridiculous length, and grinded her ass a couple inches up and down against him. Her own cum was dripping into the grass, and every so often, the woman groaned loudly, and squirted. Medusa managed to sneak close enough to see the mess of cum she was making over Chimera's testicles, her thighs, everywhere. It wasn't just the sex though, it was Otrera's face, her movements, how the queen seemed so docile. So... submissive. Darian did the same thing, the first few times he and Medusa had sex, so submissive to her, so giving and compliant. Otrera was more like Darian than Medusa thought! And probably more than Otrera thought too. Darian. Medusa slithered away, body boiling, aching, and now wet. Darian Darian. Her love. Love! He loved her, she loved him. She wanted to hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and give him pet names. And right now, she wanted to fuck him. The poor man was still lying in the grass, one leg folded over the other, hands netted under his head. Her Darian. A dangerous man! One minute, he'd be fun loving and a bit cocky, with a great smile. The next, he was ready to strangle someone to death with his bare hands. Or worse. But not in a million years would he ever even look at her with hard eyes. No, he was hers, all hers. And the playful, loving, tender Darian was her secret. She raised herself high like a readying snake, and struck. He never stood a chance. They made love, out in the open, where she knew the others would find her. She didn't mind. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ "You sure?" Pinna said. "Yeah. Seems okay. Nothing's falling out of me, and I'm only tender." The six of them stood on the beach, Gallea included, though he was leaning on Pinna's shoulder. Still, standing was good, standing and walking under his own power. The two satyrs walked closer to the water, and Gallea began to play his tune once more. It would be a little before the ship arrived, so the six of them would wait in the cooling breeze of the setting sun. Night was upon them, the moon was high, and the future was exciting. Maybe exciting wasn't the right word for it, Medusa thought, but she couldn't help herself. Friends! She'd made friends, found love, and was on an epic quest. The little girl inside her had taken over, and rendered her a giggling fool. How long she'd buried that girl, only for all the mayhem she was going through to unearth her. She was holding Darian from behind. Or rather, she was leaning on him, arms draped over his chest, her head against his shoulder and neck. It was a lot of weight, but he managed. Barely. "You sure you want to come with us?" Darian said between pants of trying to keep Medusa's weight from collapsing him. "What else could I do?" Otrera shrugged and squatted down to sift some sand through her fingers. "And... yeah, I do want to come. Fuck me, three weeks of you guys and I think I'm starting to like you." She smirked at Chimera, who gave her a grin in return. "Even me?" Darian said. Otrera's smirk vanished and a frown replaced it. "Don't push your luck. I'm not going to try and kill you, but that doesn't mean I can just forget all the shit." Well, at least things were mostly good. Medusa let go of Darian, slithered over to Otrera, and offered the tiny woman one of her hands. "Thank you Otrera, really. For the bow, but mostly because... I mean... if you can..." Screw it. She reached down, and wrapped her arms around the little warrior. "You are... way too... hugging!" The Amazon squirmed and wriggled until Medusa was forced to put her down. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Aethiopia. A long sail to the South, near Egypt. Andromeda's arm was long indeed, to be able to hunt Darian down on the seas of Greece from Aethiopia. "Anyone know anything about this place?" Darian asked. Medusa shrugged. Otrera shrugged. Even Chimera said nothing, content to stare out at the fog at the nose of the ship. "... really? No one? I should have asked earlier, I'd just assumed... someone knew something." "I know a little," Gallea said. "Or at least I did. A few years ago, it grew very quiet. No real contact beyond some trade at the docks, I understand. King Cepheus and wife Cassiopeia rule here. No children. And... nothing, really. Good trade, exotic animals, but nothing worth mentioning." They all looked at each other, a brow quirked, and shrugged. Unknown territory, or simply boring? Medusa held her breath, but when the fog of their ghost ship came down, the night held no surprise. The cloudless sky was bright with stars and the full moon. The distant shore opened up into a deep bay, with arms of rock that held tall docks. To the East and West was land, small mountains and cliffs, dotted with trees. A tall cliff rose from the center of the bay though, and upon it were dots of fires that lead up its side in a winding pathway. Atop the cliff of hard rock was an acropolis, similar to Tiryns. All in all, it seemed like a perfectly normal city near the sea. "... something has been done to the city," Chimera said. "Looks like any other city to me." Darian jumped up onto the railing, and peered into the night. Medusa joined him, and indeed, found nothing but what a city at night would look like. All the ships were harbored, there were dots of fires along the distant docks, and the chirp of birds could be heard from many directions. Chimera shook his head, and rumbled quietly in his chest as he looked to the city. "No. Something has been done. Something... but I do not know what." Medusa tapped the tip of her tail against the deck, and plucked at the string of her new bow. They were ready.

Title: You Won't Fall, I Promise by Kiyoshi Tags: Digimon, Flamedramon **You Won't Fall, I Promise By:** Kiyo - 20 March 2006 Flamedramon x Exveemon **Notes:** *AU; Title came from lyrics in the song I was listening to earlier today. Lyrics are at the bottom of the page. I thought of this while I was sitting in the GHSGT's today. Fun stuff.* **Disclaimer:** *I don't own Digimon.* The wind blew softly around the area. It was mid-spring, the weather was clear and warm. The grass moved in wavelike formations as the wind moved along the fields. Birds flew in migratory patterns and figures as they returned to their seasonal homes. Flamedramon sighed softly, very relaxed, contemplating all of the above. Exveemon was laying beside him, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, dozing silently in the shade with him. Flamedramon couldn't ask for more; it was incredibly peaceful today, and he was with his lover. They were laying against a tree in the field, one of the only ones around. There were some wild digimon roaming around, but none of them were attacking eachother as would normally be expected. Spring was a great time in the Digital World. Violence was seemingly obliterated in these few months. Exveemon stretched as he started to wake up. Flamedramon smiled as he looked over to him and ran a paw along his arm. "Hey there.." Exveemon yawned as he hugged into the other digimon. Flamedramon reached his arms around the larger digimon and hugged into him tightly. They laid there for a while, just cuddling while the wind blew warm air around them. "I've been thinking about a lot of things lately..." Flamedramon said after a while into Exveemon's neck. Exveemon moved off to the side a little, laying on his side, resting his head on his arm with the other arm on Flamedramon's belly. "It's just... I know that we're just 'files' in this place... We're all temporary if you think about it..." Exveemon nodded slowly, while trailing a clawtip lightly along Flamedramon's belly. "I'm just worried... what if one day, something happens and I never see you again. Like a random defragment or deletion spree.." Exveemon leaned up, then gently kissed him on his muzzle, hugging him tightly. "I love you... more than you could ever imagine... and if anything like that were to ever happen, nothing could take me away from you. Nothing. I promise." Flamedramon held into him a little tighter. Exveemon slowly draped his wings around them both, wishing he could show his affection for what it was, but there really was no way to express it. Flamedramon lightly drug his tail along Exveemon's, slowly wrapping his around his, brushing his muzzle along his neck. "Thank you so much..." Flamedramon whispered as he gently kissed Exveemon's neck. **Ending Notes:** *Wow this meant to be a drabble but almost came out to be a lot more than that. ; I was listening to this song as I was walking home today, and I really think it kind of fits this. Kind of. ; Hope you enjoyed it.* **The Dream Club Murders** Dead Poetic So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall. You needed more, and I let you fall. Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw. And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in. But it's gone, and they're here. So let's kill these felons now. But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home. But I remember you, when you stand there, You stand with your eyes closed. And I feel, tonight, that I let you die. But you could have lived forever, it took smiles to keep you alive. But heroes die, and so did mine. But you go, and I stay, will it keep you at peace now. But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home. But I remember you, when you stand there, You stand with your eyes closed. And I'll dig you out, and I'll sit you up. For the fools to find you, the fools breathe into you. So sleep child no one can touch you now. No one can hurt you now. Not here. Anymore.

Title: Meeting for a Coffee Tags: nipple gasp, draw tongue, head nipple, nipple left, orgasm hits, bit nervous, breathing deeply, wet finger, black panties, low moan *They had been waiting for just this kind of opportunity. Terri and Jason had met each other just a few months before, thanks to a personal ad site on the Web. Unfortunately, both were married—and not to each other. So far, their only encounters had consisted of discreet, stolen moments in secluded restaurant booths and other public places. But this weekend, Terri's husband was joining one of his old high school friends for a camping trip. And, as luck would have it, Jason’s wife was going to be busy for the weekend with a major project for a client…and her parents had volunteered to watch their kids for a day. Which meant that for a few hours, the two could finally meet in complete privacy at Terri’s home. She called Jason, and asked him to come over for coffee on Saturday. It would just be for coffee, of course…* **Terri’s story** My husband had been up and out the door early for the drive to the mountains. I've had some time to relax this morning, and now the house is pleasantly humming with Dinah Washington on the stereo. I’m a bit nervous with anticipation, yes. I've made myself a cup of tea while I'm still in my nightgown. My husband has chided me about walking around naked in our new house, and I laugh about it, again with some anticipation. I've decided that a nice long shower might be a good idea, so I pad back upstairs to undress. I slip the nightgown over my head, flush a little as the fabric coarsely brushes my nipple... I don't resist the thought, let myself linger there instead. I'm already aroused and I haven't even showered. I wonder what Jason is doing right now... What if he’s already eager? What if he’s buttoning his slacks and letting his hands splay against his crotch? What if he’s decided to lay back for a minute, fantasize about the two of us together, and slowly stroke off...I giggle about it. What about me? Maybe I should relieve a little pressure myself before he gets here? I lay back against the sheets, raise my arms above my head and pull into a stretch. I marvel for a moment at my breasts, reach back down to pinch my right nipple, then my left. I'm wet, and I giggle at the pleasure of it again! I slide my right hand down across my belly, circle my navel and continue down to lightly pull on my pubic hair. Another giggle-- how maddening to be so aroused! I take my index finger and reach deeply into my pussy. I'm aching with wet. My clit is throbbing and I run my finger against it, flatten out my hand. I bring up my knees and imagine his leg separating my own...The thought of him on me, oh god, arches my back. I stop for a moment and run a wet finger across my lips. He’s kissing me deeply and my fingers are back to circling my clit, dipping, stroking up and down as the fantasy deepens. He’s eager to enter. Maybe I should roll over, let him enter me from behind... The throbbing of my clit is obscene, and my mind is breaking into its fragments of thought as the orgasm laps at the corners. I slow down to long strokes and the orgasm rolls over me in successive waves. The groan rushes from my lips and the shivering, goodness, oh, oh... I realize that I've been clenching my left fist, and have balled the sheets tightly. I laugh aloud! Shouldn't I shower now? I move to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. I turn right, then left. I wonder what he will like about my body? A soft smile touches my lips-- I wonder what he’s like naked? I lied and said "just coffee" but I know that he knows I didn't invite him over for a latte. I giggle again, and then giggle at my own laughter. Grow up, you're not in high school! The shower provides little relief, and my mind is whirling just the same after I've toweled off. I've thought ahead to what I want to wear, black from head to toe. The black panties look great against my skin, and there's a favorite black bra that makes me want to ravish myself! The black dress is obviously inappropriate to the cold air outside, but it's low-cut enough that it will draw his first glance. I slip into them and slip into my black flats. I move to tidy up the bed and then pause. Maybe we'll start in the kitchen... **Jason’s story** Saturday morning, I get up early as usual, on the pretense that I'm getting some work done before anyone else is up. I head downstairs in my sweats and t-shirt to check my e-mail. But my mind is filled with thoughts about what it would be like to have a few hours of uninterrupted, private time with her. I wonder if I could use this opportunity to see if she really wants to follow through on those fantasies we've been talking about. By the time I sit down, my cock is already hard inside my pants. I lean back in the chair, slip the waistband of my sweats down, and start to stroke its length as I visualize seeing her again. I lazily let one finger circle the head of my cock...imagining her in front of me. Smiling as in my mind she kneels in front of the chair, naked (I wonder how she looks naked?), and brings her face down to my crotch. I feel her breath on me, causing my penis to grow painfully hard. Feeling it's her mouth, not my hand, that slowly grips my cock, sliding up and down slowly and teasingly. The pre-cum is already leaking onto my palm, and I spread it down so that my shaft glistens slightly with the moisture. I could come anytime now, I'm so aroused...but I smile and decide that maybe I should wait, just in case. I hear stirring upstairs, so I tuck my dick back into my pants (with some difficulty!) and head up the stairs to make some breakfast...and to wait for this afternoon to arrive. As 1:30 approaches, I'm absent-mindedly packing to go and thinking about our meeting. My wife drops me at the subway, and I wave to her and the kids as they drive away. I ride the train, hoping that no one can see how stiff my erection is under my slacks. I'm still thinking of her, and what we will do in that time...about taking her from behind in her own kitchen as she’s braced against the counter. Or perhaps she would be lying on a couch, legs apart, as my tongue roughly laps her pussy...Christ, I'm starting to show a wet spot on my pants! I straighten up, and step out of the train at the stop she indicated. Following the directions to her house is fairly straightforward, and I soon find myself standing at the door…Even though we've had such a comfortable rapport, I realize that I'm a bit nervous as I ring the doorbell. I look down at myself, dressed pretty casually in my usual khaki slacks and button-down shirt. Presentable enough, I figured. I take a deep breath, relax, and put on my best smile as the door opens… **Terri** I hear his footsteps on the porch before he touches the door. A spike of anxiety stabs down my back. Goodness, are my palms wet? The door is unlocked, but he’s waiting for me to open it. I decide to start with a bold move, so I swing open the door. Before he has a chance to smile hello, my lips are on him. He’s startled (and I have a moment of fear that maybe he would prefer a more demure start). But then his hands are on my waist and he’s pushing me back into the foyer… **Jason** Holy...! I get over my initial shock...guess that coffee can wait! My cock is hard instantly, pressing up against her thigh as I crush her against my body. My hands instinctively slide across her back, cupping her buttocks. Her breasts press harder against my chest. I take advantage and immediately hike up her dress so that I can feel the shape of her ass with my bare hands. My crotch grinds against hers, my hips thrusting deliberately so that she has no doubt about what I want next. I continue backing her up through the door into the next room. **Terri** Oh, thank god. He’s backed me into the foyer. His lips are still on mine, teasing with his tongue. But the rest of him, oh goodness, is very insistent. His chest against my breasts is making me breathless with anticipation, but when his hands are on my ass...I practically melt to my knees immediately. Still, the neighbors! I push him away and slam the door. Okay, aggressive worked, so I simply say, “Jason—unbuckle your pants!” He’s already breathing heavily, and so am I. But he pauses for a laugh. “What about that coffee?" I raise an eyebrow and unbutton the top of my dress... **Jason** As soon as I see the curve of her breast exposed, I practically tear open my belt buckle, and step out of my pants and up to her body. My lips run down the curve of her neck and I lift her left breast out from under her bra. My tongue reaches out to tease a nipple...I love how it's instantly erect. She gasps softly as my teeth lightly clamp down, and scrape across that nipple. I straighten up and smile straight at her...I recognize that wild look of passion in her eyes. It reflects exactly how I feel. I reach around and grab her hair, and press her lips against mine again. My tongue dances with hers, and my hand continues teasing her breast, pinching her nipple, getting her even hotter... **Terri** I am just as startled by my own aggressiveness as I am by his response. His pants are off and his hands are on me before I can catch my breath. His hand slips into my bra and I gasp. A shudder follows down my back. He dips his head to my nipple and I gasp again. I'm reaching to hold him there when he straightens up. What a beautiful smile, and then he’s kissing me again. One hand is in my hair and the other is teasing my nipple. How is his shirt still on? I pull from his kiss, smile and reach for the buttons. His fingers are tugging at my nipple and I gasp again. I don't pull the shirt off altogether, but lean in to draw my tongue against his nipple, left then right. I look up to catch his eye just as I cup his cock through his boxers. Ooh, nice feel. I press closer and take his lower lip in my teeth. I keep my hands on his cock and run my tongue down his neck. I want him on the floor, on the couch, oh, fuck it, now! **Jason** God, the feeling of her licking my nipple makes me wild! And her hand on my cock...it's almost unbearable. I push her away and take my boxers down. Then, I grab her again and slip the dress off her shoulders, down over her hips, to the floor. I have to take a step back and just revel in the sight of her. What I want is to feel her breasts, their fullness, the hard nipples against my palms. I unclasp her bra, leaving her wearing just her sexy black panties...I finish undressing. Then, I grab her shoulders and pull her to the floor, one hand under her while the other caresses her body and moves between her thighs. I can't believe how wet her pussy is...I easily slip two fingers inside her, finding how ready she is. I spread her juices across her crotch, running my fingertip between her buttocks and over her anus, feeling her shiver as I do so. My bare skin is pressed up against her, and I lower my head again to take her other nipple into my mouth. I suck deeply... **Terri** The shudder that ripples through his body makes me wet. I'm excited by him, and he knows it. I shiver as he undresses me, the dress falling to the floor and I feel like every nerve cell is charged. Now he is undressing, and another shiver makes me weak at the knees. I want to take all of him in my mouth—his lips, his nipples, his cock. He realizes what I crave, and draws me to the floor. When he slips his fingers inside of me, there is a heat in the very core of me that spikes beyond my recognition. I'm afire and yet shaking like it's deep cold. His lips are on my nipple and I raise my hips to his fingers. My hands are in his hair and playing down his bare back. He pulls back to look back at me. I want to scream for him to lay against me again. But I hold his gaze for a moment...before I push him onto his back to straddle his hips. He reaches for my nipple and I lean down for a deep kiss. I'm grinding my wet pussy across his dick and he loves it. I draw my tongue down across his chest, dance lightly across his nipple, lower myself down his belly and lick his cock clean of my own juices. **Jason** The look of her on top of me, pressing against me with wild abandonment, has to be the most erotic thing that I've ever seen. My hips push up, seeking to penetrate her. My hands are still cupping her breasts, tweaking them between my fingers, pulling on them to see how much pain she'll accept. Then, as she glides down my body, I arch up so I can get a better view as her head lowers to my cock. The feeling is just as I imagined it, no, better! I can barely stand it as her tongue bathes my erection. I'm so ready to come, I want to just grab her head and fuck her soft, wet mouth! But instead, I intend to realize a fantasy we had discussed earlier. I push her off me. She starts to protest until she realizes that I'm turning her around and pushing her back so that she is on her hands and knees... She’s so wet, I don't need any lubrication as I take my fingers from her cunt and press them into her ass. The first slips in easily, so I take a chance and push another inside her. I encounter some resistance as her muscles try to push me out, but I drive my hand forward. Hearing her cry out only makes me more determined. As I feel her anal muscles relax, I pull out my fingers and spread her legs with my knees. I first plunge my cock into her pussy, thrusting hard so that it's coated with her juices. She presses her forehead to the floor with a low moan. After just a few seconds of moving my hips, working my cock deeper into her, I know that my orgasm is already building. I quickly withdraw...she pushes her ass back, as if she doesn't want me to go. But I know what we really want. I work my middle finger back into her ass, moving it around so that she can feel it. Then, with my finger still in her, I push my cock along my finger and into her. She moves her hips involuntarily, tortured by the feeling of being violated this way. I pull out my finger and start to thrust faster and faster... **Terri** He pushes me off and the protest is on my lips. And then he’s turning me around... My pussy floods wet. His finger is in my ass first. We're both breathing deeply, but the moan I release startles us both. I can't see his face, but I hear his low chuckle before his lips are on my back. Holy mother, I don't even have time to beg for some release, before he’s inserted a second finger. Then he’s gone. Not a moment to wonder because then he’s grinding up against me...He is trying to be gentle when he moves in with his cock, but he’s too eager...When he sinks into my pussy, every muscle tenses. I can barely think when he pulls out and fingers my ass. And then he’s inside me. It's tight...he’s insistent...I move my hips away...he presses deeper...his hands are on my hips, holding me...the pressure is enormous and he’s too excited to stop...I want him to stop or slow down, but I'm also excited by his aggressiveness. He is lost in me and my back arches. Something about the arch of my back excites him further and he clenches my hips tighter… When his orgasm hits, my pussy convulses with jealousy, eagerness, anger and wild happiness. It's the shudder that ripples through him that just floors me. It's our sweat. His fingers digging into my waist. I want his lips on my clit, his fingers. Me, please me. **Jason** I'm too far gone to stop, can't even control my hips as they continue to drive my cock back into her ass....with a final grunt I unload my cum inside her...shit, I've never felt like I've cum so much, it just keeps going and going...I collapse over her back, feeling the sweat from my chest drip off and onto her. I feel like a wild animal...as she is shuddering, on her knees and elbows, I reach around once again to twist one of her nipples mercilessly, and I bite down softly on her shoulder... But I know that she deserve her own pleasure. My cock slips easily from her ass, a little of my cum spilling out of her as it does so. I turn her onto her back. She makes another soft cry as her buttocks flex underneath her...feeling so empty so suddenly. But then my hands are under her ass, lifting her hips so that my mouth can close over her pussy... I thrust my tongue inside of her. I move my head from side to side, coating my mouth and chin with her lather. Then, with a strong, slow lapping motion, I start licking at her clit... **Terri** He’s turned me over. I quiver in intense anticipation. The look on his face is unbelievable. I want to kiss him...I let out a long, low moan when his tongue dips inside my pussy. He's relishing me, rubbing his face across my lips and soaking in my juices. The pleasure is practically unbearable. My clit is so swollen that when his tongue hits, my head goes back and I'm choking for air. He raises my hips to him and I grind against his mouth. It's moments before the first orgasm hits. Not a moment for embarrassment—to cum so quickly, the cry that escapes my lips. My pussy tightens, relaxes, tightens and relaxes. He hasn't stopped and it’s torturous. The second orgasm follows like a hammer. I'm too lightheaded, can't catch my breath. We're both breathing deeply. He’s sitting back on his knees and rubbing his shoulder. Belatedly, I realize that I'd dug in my nails. I smile a shy apology... *Jason leans over, his breathing slowing gradually, and again kisses Terri deeply. Their juices mix on their lips, and they relax together on the bare floor. As they separate a bit, Terri raises her eyebrow again with that mischievous look—“*Now *do you feel like having some coffee?” Jason laughs softly. “I think you realize that I’ll take whatever you want to offer to me.” He looks at his watch. “We have time for coffee and a bit more, before I have to go.” Terri smiles broadly and replies, “Oh, you can be sure that we’ll be having more than just a bit more of THAT…”*

Title: 180 Degrees-Tae & Vicky's Tomorrow Tags: violence, african american, gangs, drugs I sat in that hotel room and watched her...watched as she told her story, watched as she cried, watched as she grew exhausted and, finally, watched as she slept. I knew she only slept because I had strongly encouraged her to take a few sleeping pills...she really needed the rest. She'd been carrying a huge weight on her shoulders, that's for sure. She was dating, and running drugs for, a man that would certainly hang her out to dry. And ultimately, she was working for Jimmy L, one of the biggest dealers in New York. It so happens he was also a problem for me. He just happened to be the number two guy under the man who had once tried to kill me. I shook my head, grabbing my car keys, scribbling a quick note, and leaving a room that suddenly seemed too small and stuffy. As I folded my rather tall frame into my trusty Toyota, I shook my head again. I found the entire situation to be utterly absurd. And I wondered if I could save this woman...if she *wanted* to be saved. My mind was running a mile a minute as my foot pressed heavily on the gas. I felt the need for cool air against my cheeks, the feeling of freedom as the car made its way down a pretty deserted highway. I wasn't sure which direction I was driving in...I wasn't sure I cared. I was more amused that I had a knack for falling for women who wound up in trouble with gangs in New York City. Over a decade later and I was in the same situation. How had I turned my life completely around, turned it 180 degrees from where it had been when I was 19, and still wound up back in the same situation? In between a beautiful woman and the Netas. I laughed, but I didn't really find anything funny. She was in trouble and I was not sure I could help her. Not without radically changing my life and possibly ending my career. Because to help her, I would most likely need help from my grandfather. And I had been very careful to put a lot of distance between my job and my grandfather. Contacting him, asking him for guidance, and maybe even for protection, would most likely get me kicked off the force. You can't have a criminal as a close relative. And my grandfather? I had checked once I was hired. He'd been indicted for murder at least three times. No way would my supervisors let that one go. So, once again, I had to ask myself, was my life work risking for a woman? For *this* woman? I sighed. I didn't know. I just didn't know. **\*** She was groggy when she woke. And the room was dark. Even so, she could tell Tae was no longer there. There was something about the feel of the room that made it obvious she was alone. She wouldn't blame Tae if she'd left for good. The mess she'd gotten herself in? It was crazy. It was idiotic. And who knew if she could escape it now? What were the options? Testify against Dylan and Jimmy L.? That was a death sentence. She knew Jimmy was connected in a serious way in New York. He was certainly connected in a way that made Dylan fear him. Who was she to think she could save herself by turning him in? And what kind of life would she have anyway? Did she know enough to earn her protection from the government? Did she want to move to a new city, as a new person, and live a new life? Did she want to leave her teaching job, her friends, the Northeast...Tae? She sighed. Tae should not factor into her decisions. She wasn't even sure Tae was coming back. Yet, the thought of never seeing the woman again...well, it wasn't pleasant. She sighed again. She stood, deciding to take a hot shower and maybe get something to eat. When she moved the comforter, she saw the sheet of hotel stationary fall to the floor. She picked up the paper and read the bold, neat handwriting. '*Went for a drive. Stay put.'* So, she would return. She smiled at the thought, staring at the note as her eyes filled with tears. God, she'd made a mess of things. What right did she have to drag Tae into this? Tae seemed to be a decent person, she had a career, a life...if she decided to go against Jimmy, how could she ask Tae to risk her safety, her job, her life for her? What kind of monster would she be if she did that? She wiped the tears from her cheeks, wincing as she encountered the raw, swollen bruises. In the bathroom, she stared into the mirror, wondering who was staring back at her. She recognized parts of the reflection, the dark, curls framing her face, the honey-caramel skin, the worried amber colored eyes, the dimples decorating her pronounced cheeks. But she couldn't place the black and blue bruises, the puffiness, the thick, dark lashes, heavy with tears. She couldn't place the pinched concern around her mouth, the wrinkles in her forehead, the bags beneath her eyes. Who was this woman staring back at her? Who was she and where had Victoria Longman gone? She shook her head. Maybe it was time to make some huge changes in her life. Changes that would allow her to face the woman in the mirror again. The question was, should those changes include Tae Gonzalez or not? **\*** Tae pulled the car into a parking spot at the hotel hours later and simply sat. There were a million reasons to walk away, to leave the woman in that hotel room with some words of advice and nothing more. And logically she knew that's what she *should* do. But she also knew that's not what she *would* do. Instead, she intended to try and convince Vicky to risk her future, to risk her life, by turning in her boyfriend and a very well-connected drug dealer. She made her way back to the hotel room and heard the shower shut off as she closed the door. She took a deep breath. She wasn't sure she was ready to have this conversation with Vicky. How do you tell someone her life was over? That if she didn't become a witness for the state, the men in her life would probably kill her? She turned the television off, combing her fingers through her thick locks impatiently. How should she start? Should she tell her about her grandfather? About almost being killed so many years ago? About the kind of men Jimmy worked for? About the options the DA would surely offer her? Which angle was the least intimidating, the least terrifying? Honestly they all sounded pretty shitty to her. She wasn't any closer to an answer when the bathroom door opened. But for a moment at least none of that seemed to matter. All she could see was wet, glistening, honey colored flesh, thick, shapely thighs, a nicely rounded bottom, heavy breasts with dark nipples, hard from the cool air...the sight of her charge, sans clothes, erased every other thought from her head. It was obvious Vicky hadn't realized she'd returned. She was searching through a small make-up bag on the counter, reaching up to pull the elastic band from her hair and shaking the short curls free. She combed her fingers through her hair, not realizing how much more of her body she was exposing, before looking into the mirror and catching a glimpse of the tall woman who stood frozen, taking her in. "Oh!" Vicky dashed back into the bathroom, closing the door between them. Tae shook her head, trying to erase the image from her mind...trying to get her hormones in check. Jesus, the woman was intoxicating. It was the second time the woman had completely erased everything from her mind. Tae shook her head again, trying to focus. What was she supposed to talk to her about? Oh yeah, she was supposed to tell Vicky her life was over... Minutes later Vicky stepped from the bathroom, a short tee shirt covering her well-proportioned frame. She smiled, embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were back," she apologized shyly. Tae nodded, not sure she could get any other words past the constriction in her throat. The tee shirt wasn't helping much. How could someone be so sexy in a fucking tee shirt? She turned her back as Vicky moved toward the clothes she'd left on the bed. She listened to the sounds of her sliding material over those delicious curves and swallowed again, trying to clear her head. "Okay, I'm decent. Sorry about that." Tae turned to face the fully clothed woman and wondered why even the sight of her fully dressed wasn't enough to cool her off. She ran her fingers through her thick, dark mane of hair again, sighing. "Uh...you hungry?" Tae finally managed to utter, her voice thick with arousal. It would be best to get this woman out of the room and away from a bed before she lost control...again. Vicky shook her head. She was hungry, but she didn't really want to leave now that Tae had returned. Instead, she wanted to talk. She wanted to let Tae know she would understand if she left. That this was not her problem and it would probably be for the best if she just forgot about her and returned to her own life. She had rehearsed the speech in her head while she showered...now she just had to get it past her lips. She hesitated, approaching the tall, honeyed colored woman. "Tae," she started, licking her lips, forcing herself not to focus on the sheer energy the woman exuded. "I-I...uh, I wanted to th-thank you...for everything. But you really d-don't need to—" Tae watched the woman before her, stuttering, her long lashes hiding those enticing amber colored eyes, licking her full, luscious lips absentmindedly in a way that went straight to Tae's gut. She swallowed, not sure how long she would be able to resist. She cursed softly, moving two steps away from the beauty now staring up at her anxiously. "Jesus, you're driving me to distraction." Tae exhaled. "I am?" Vicky asked, confused. "Yeah, you are. Fuck." Tae turned from her, counting to 10 in her head, thinking of sheep jumping over fences, trying to recall the periodic table...anything to steer her mind in a different direction. But the feel of the woman as she moved to stand directly behind her, the gentleness of her touch as she reached out to touch Tae's arm... "I don't underst—" Tae turned abruptly, leaning down and covering Vicky's lips with her own. It was not a tender kiss, a lover's kiss...it was filled with hunger...and maybe just a little anger. Anger that this woman had shown up in her life, had taken her back to a place she didn't want to be, had gotten under her skin. She pulled Vicky close, her body filled with a delectable tension she hadn't felt in years. She would stop if Vicky demanded it, if she made the slightest protest she would stop...but the woman in her arms just melted against her. She swore silently, brutally gripping Vicky's upper arms as she started to move them backwards toward the bed. "Jesus, stop me Victoria," Tae pleaded softly. But Vicky did no such thing, sighing deeply as Tae moved in to hungrily ravage her mouth again. Surprised at first, she'd only needed a little coaxing, just a little push from the tall aggressor, before she was responding in kind. The feel of those lips, she remembered them well...full, soft...titillating. They moved against hers, drawing her in, capturing her senses, erasing every other thought from her brain. She was still being moved backwards and then could feel herself being lowered, but didn't put two and two together. She realized she'd landed on something soft as Tae pushed her down, climbing between her legs. Then the air whooshed from her lungs as she felt the weight of the taller woman on top of her, creating even more of a light-headed feeling within. Those full lips were wreaking havoc, claiming her mouth over and over again, toying with her senses, teasing her...she felt the heat of Tae's tongue stroke her bottom lip, caressing it, adoring it, bathing it sensually, and her breath hitched again. She squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper escaping from her as Tae's mouth continued to dominate. The woman hadn't touched any other part of her, only her mouth, yet she felt as if she was on fire. She'd never been kissed so passionately...so thoroughly. It rendered her defenseless. Vicky could feel herself overheating and sought to cool off...beginning to remove the clothes from her body. It wasn't logical, the desire to be naked, pressed against this strangely aloof, powerfully charged woman, but she gave in to the need anyway. She was more than a little surprised when Tae stayed her hands, preventing her from disrobing as she continued to nullify her common senses with that painfully delicious mouth. Instead, Tae shifted just a bit and pinned Vicky's hands beneath her buttocks. She felt helpless for a moment, a brief wave of anxiety sweeping through her before Tae's skillful mouth removed even that thought. Tae was kicking herself mentally, willing herself to stop, but unable to do so. She couldn't resist the charms of this woman for some reason, first at the station, now here. She could feel her body teetering on the edge as the woman wiggled beneath her, their breath comingling sweetly. She lifted her body just slightly, her hand deftly opening the button of Vicky's jeans, her hand sliding past the waistband and finding its way to her feverish core. She stroked the fine hairs slowly, gently, her lips never ceasing to ensnare her willing captive's senses. Vicky almost came unglued as that hand made its way past the slight swell of her stomach, resting against her soft downy center. Tae paused, nibbling at Vicky's upper lip, capturing the woman's attention again. At that moment, when she was lost in the sensations the woman was creating above, those clever fingers parted her thickened, slick nether lips, tenderly stroking the length of them. Vicky moaned loudly, the sound swallowed by Tae, her back arching as a long, thick finger found its way home and settled in. She felt that finger moving, pulling almost all the way out, plunging back in again, joined by another, pleasingly stretching her. Her nipples were rock hard, rubbing deliciously against Tae's perfectly round, full breasts. She could feel her body responding, obediently following Tae's lead. Her senses were overloading, those fingers pumping in and out of her, Tae's thumb tapping impatiently against her swollen clit, those lips swallowing her moans, the weight of Tae's body pressing down, almost suffocating her...she knew she was going to explode. Her eyes opened as suddenly Tae tore her lips away from hers, opening those intense, grey eyes and staring down into her soul. "Come for me," Tae demanded softly. Just the sound of that husky, powerful voice unhinged her. She cried out as her body was pummeled by a barrage of viciously exquisite sensations. They washed over her, freezing her, shocking her...she cried out again as Tae added yet another finger, burying them deeply within her slick heat, maneuvering her hand so she could rub against the front of Vicky's vaginal wall. It sent the smaller woman over again and she squeezed her thighs together tightly as she mewled uncontrollably, trying to slow the onslaught. Instead, she felt cool air against her burning nipples as Tae impatiently raised her tee shirt. Then the slightly agonizing wonder of teeth gently sinking into a painfully erect nipple, the swollen nub between her thighs, no longer shrouded by its hood, suddenly seized between two fingers and skillfully manipulated. Her third orgasm was no less intense. She called out Tae's name as it slammed into her. Tae hungrily devoured the erect nipples standing before her, taking her time with each, ensuring they remained rock hard. Her fingers continued to fuck into the warm, tight tunnel, relentless, until she felt a fourth massive shudder seize her willing prey, vaginal walls nicely squeezing her hand. She was far gone, her body taking over, her desire to coax every last orgasm from someone so innocent, yet so luscious and gratifyingly responsive, overwhelming her. She was so distracted that it took her a few moments to realize the woman beneath her was no longer moaning...instead she softly crying. Tae took a deep breath, removing her hand from within Vicky's jeans and forcing herself to ignore the pressing sexual tension within her own body. Instead, she sat up and gathered the woman to her, holding her close. She'd witnessed this before. Sometimes overwhelming sensations created in the body provided a perfect opportunity to purge emotions. She wished she could say that had been her intent all along. It hadn't. But allowing Vicky the time and space to cry was a decent way of assuaging her own guilt. **\*** They sat like that, Vicky nestled against Tae's chest, for a long time, darkness settling in around them. When Vicky finally shifted a little, Tae reached over to switch on a lamp, but then pulled the woman back into her arms, kissing her forehead. "You okay?" Tae asked softly. Vicky nodded, not able to answer yet. She settled herself more comfortably against Tae, enjoying the feel of the woman's strong arms around her. They were silent for a little while longer until Tae heard Vicky's stomach growl and chuckled softly. "I think we better go get something to eat." Vicky sighed, but nodded yet again. Tae watched her scooch off the bed and quickly close her jeans, running fingers through her soft cloud of dark curls before readjusting her tee shirt. She raised a brow as Vicky looked around for something, finally locating the bra she'd discarded earlier and disappearing into the bathroom. Tae took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, and then hopping off the bed. God, she had to get a fucking grip. Now was not the time for this. They had a lot they needed to discuss without the distraction of sex. Moments later Vicky reemerged, grabbed her jacket and followed Tae from the small hotel room. They sat across from one another in a diner they'd found within walking distance. After ordering, Tae watched her charge carefully, noticing the way she carefully avoided Tae's gaze. Her hands were nervously shredding a napkin until Tae covered them with her own. "Hey, relax, okay? And uh—" she hesitated, "I'm sorry I let things get out of control." Vicky suddenly met those cool, grey eyes, distraught when she noticed the concern in them. "Tae, don't." She turned her hands over and took hold of Tae's. "I'm okay. Sorry for the tears. I just—" she blew out a gust of air, "I don't know. I just needed to let that out." Tae nodded, "don't worry about it." They moved their hands when the waitress brought the drinks and Tae waited until she left before clearing her throat again. "We do need to talk though." She watched those amber eyes shift away, looking around at the other customers nervously. "Vick," she started, "you need to turn them in and testify against them." Those words...those words...Vicky didn't want to hear them. She felt her eyes fill with tears and reached for her lemonade, trying to calm herself. "I can't," she whispered, "I just can't." Tae sighed, reaching across to take the terrified woman's hand once again. "Actually, you can. I'll help you. I'll stay with you." Vicky raised her eyes and stared at the woman across from her. Had she really just promised to stick with her through this? "I can't let you—" Vicky started halfheartedly. "Look, let's just get you some rest tonight and tomorrow we'll go see the D.A., okay?" Vicky released a breath, taking another sip of the lemonade. Maybe she *could* do this. With Tae by her side, she felt she could probably do anything. **\*** I watched her sleep that night, wondering what the fuck I had agreed to. Had I lost my fucking mind? Did I really just agree to stick by this woman's side while she testified against someone who worked, however tangentially, for my grandfather? Jesus, I *had* lost my fucking mind. Or should I say I was losing my mind yet again, like I'd done with Jaffy all those years ago? I sighed, reaching back to quickly twist my hair into one thick braid. I slipped on my Timbs and pulled on a jacket, stepping into the corridor and closing the door quietly behind me. I dug the card I'd carried for well over a decade out of my wallet and headed toward the stairwell as I dialed the number. Even though it was 1am, I knew someone would answer. Whether or not I would be allowed to speak with him was a different matter. Surprisingly, I didn't get much of a hassle once I identified myself. But when someone picked up the line after a brief pause, it was not my grandfather's voice on the other end. "Taegan?" It was a gruff, Hispanic voice, deep...somewhat familiar, but not really. It was too young to be my grandfather's, of that I was certain. "I'm trying to reach Don Carlos?" I insisted. "Taegan, this is your father." The words stunned me. Absolutely and utterly stunned me. First I saw images of a smiling, playful man with perfect white teeth who smelled of a wonderful musky scent, tossing me up in the air and laughing as I squealed with laughter. I saw him tickling my mother in the kitchen one morning as she cooked breakfast for us. I saw him sitting beside me, helping me put together a jigsaw puzzle. But then I saw my mother lying in the hospital, dying of cancer, riddled with pain...and I was sitting beside her alone although I knew he'd been released from prison by then. That image erased my earlier memories of him. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him. "Taegan—" "My name is Tae." I said with unmasked hostility. He paused, "your grandfather asked me to take this call. Is there a problem?" I licked my lips, trying to force myself to speak, remembering Vicky needed me to reach out to my family, "why can't I speak to him?" Another pause, "Taegan, he's not feeling well. Please, talk to me." I closed my eyes, dropping down heavily onto the stairs. It took a few minutes for me to get past my anger. "I have a problem," I started, and then I let it all rush from me. He didn't interrupt, only asking a brief question here and there. When I was done, and feeling quite exhausted, there was a very lengthy pause on the other end of the phone. I only knew he was there because I heard him swearing softly in Spanish periodically. I just waited. "Fuck." He finally offered. I don't know why, but the expletive made me smile, considering I'd said the same thing to Vicky. I heard him take yet another deep breath. "This woman, who is she to you?" I hesitated, not sure if he knew about my proclivity for women, "a friend," I finally hedged. "Are you sleeping with her?" I raised a brow, glancing down at the cell in my hand. I guess he did know. "Yeah." Another round of Spanish curses. "Taegan," he started again. "Tae," I reminded him, although with a little less hostility. "Taegan," he insisted, just like my mother had always insisted on using my full name, "she cannot turn them in." I closed my eyes. Yeah, I knew he was gonna say that, but I had been hoping... "No other option." I told him. "She walks away. Starts a new life somewhere else." "With what?" I snapped, "tits and ass?" He didn't say anything for a moment and I knew, based on the little my mother had shared with me about him, he was probably taking a deep breath to avoid cursing me out. So, I took a deep breath and tried to be an adult about this. "Sorry," I muttered. "She doesn't have the money to do that." "Taegan, the minute she goes to the D.A., they will find someone to put a bullet in her head." I didn't appreciate the graphic imagery, but I knew he was right. "I think they'll offer her witness protection." I countered. He laughed bitterly, "and? Do you know how large the organization is now?" I sighed. Actually, I did know how extensive the Neta organization had become since my departure from New York. I scratched my head, wondering what I should do now. "I already convinced her to go to the D.A. tomorrow." "Un-convince her." I bit my lip, undecided for a moment, but then making up my mind. "I can't do that. It's her only chance," I hesitated, "and I'm going with her into WitSec." "Absolutely not." I laughed into the phone, "you're kidding, right? You lost your parental right to tell me what to do a long time ago." "Taegan Elba Marie...they will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand? And that will start a war between the two sects, you know that." "Then tell me what to do," I demanded harshly. That was greeted with more silence. I thought he'd hung up until I heard, "bring her to New York. We'll see you tomorrow." And he ended the call. **\*\*\*** I explained most of it to her on the drive to New York. She sat silently, trying to digest the information. I was taking her to New York, the one city she was trying to avoid, to meet the man Jimmy worked for. Even after I told her he was my grandfather, it didn't sit well with her. I held her trembling hand for most of the two hour drive. The brownstone wasn't really that familiar. Not surprising given the circumstances under which I arrived when I was 19. Things only began to look familiar when the elevator doors opened and I vaguely recognized the door we now stood in front of. When I knocked, someone opened the peephole and then the door. I didn't recognize this man, but he was Latino and huge, muscles upon muscles. I assumed he was a bodyguard. He motioned for us to follow him. The den was even more familiar. It hadn't changed much, the burgundy leather sofa and chairs, the desks...I was pretty certain the computers were new. When we entered, there were four men already seated. They all stood. I recognized my grandfather, who walked over to me, more slowly than he had so many years ago, and hugged me. He rubbed my back a little and whispered for me to relax and sit down. They were good instructions, because I had tensed up immediately. The other man in the room that I recognized was still attractive with his rich, dark hair, cut close to the scalp now and peppered with gray, his dark eyes and those thick brows I remembered. He was clean shaven now and still quite muscular. Marcos. I would never forget his face. He sized me up as I entered and smirked a bit. I wanted to punch him in the face, but I did as my grandfather said, guiding Vicky to the only empty sofa. The other two men in the room? One was seated beside Marcos. He was also Latino, his hair long and braided into cornrows. His face was rugged and hardened. He was rather young and the only reason I recognized him was because I'd looked up his mug shot once before. James Lasher, better known as Jimmy L. Finally, I turned my gaze to the last man in the room. Much like the voice on the phone, I vaguely remembered the face. He was very handsome, tall, not too thin, with piercing, dark eyes, a head full of rich, thick black hair, *my* hair, and a jagged scar from his temple to his chin. I had the flashback of him tossing me into the air again as he nodded to me and smiled...his teeth were still white and perfect. I nodded back although I didn't have much to say to him...my father. "Gentlemen and ladies," my grandfather started the meeting, "we have a dilemma. You're all familiar with the details. I have found a solution." He turned to Vicky, "Ms. Longman, you will turn in your boyfriend and testify against him in court." He turned to Jimmy, "you will tell him to do the time and keep his mouth closed or we'll cut his fucking heart out." He turned to Marcos, "you will compensate the boyfriend and reign this asshole in." He said, indicating Jimmy. "My granddaughter is not to be touched. Her friend is not to be touched. ¿Comprendé?" His voice was clear and strong and allowed no room for arguments. Marcos and Jimmy each nodded once. When my grandfather turned to us, we also nodded. "Perdón, Don Carlos, what about the money she stole?" Jimmy asked. My grandfather turned to me and I shrugged, "her boyfriend owed her that money." I could see Jimmy was about to protest, but my grandfather held up a hand, "fuck the money. Anything else?" No one said a word. Minutes later Marcos and Jimmy stood to leave. My grandfather made his way over to us, "Ms. Longman, would you join me for a café?" Vicky looked at me and I nodded. She stood and followed my grandfather out of the room. That left me and my father, who had been ordered by his father to "talk to your daughter" on his way out of the room. I didn't help, not interested in helping this man to follow his father's orders. Instead, I simply sat, staring at him coolly. He licked his lips and sat down across from me. I wondered what he would say. What would make his decision not to contact me once he was released, his decision to allow me to deal with my mother's death alone, all better? I couldn't imagine. We sat in silence for a little while longer before he cleared his throat. "Your mother asked me not to contact you." Okay...that might work. I simply raised a brow. "I was with her during the last month. I stayed at a hotel...I only left the room when you were coming. You always came at the same time, before work and after work. I would just wait until you left and then stay with her." I was...dumbfounded. I already couldn't think of a thing to say. "She said you were doing well. She didn't want me to interfere. She didn't want you to have anything to do with this life..." I closed my eyes for a moment...yes, that sounded like my mother. Just like her, actually. "She asked me not to contact you. That I should only communicate with you if you needed me, if you reached out to me first. I agreed." I could still think of nothing to say, so I simply watched him. "Look, I don't expect miracles. I know you think I haven't thought of you in years, but it's not true. I was there when you graduated from the academy. Sitting right beside your mother." I wracked my brain trying to remember anyone sitting beside my mother, but I was so preoccupied on that day, it's possible I'd missed him. I was still silent, but I looked at him through new eyes...open eyes. "My father is not doing well. He has demanded that I make amends with you. Again, I don't expect miracles. Just don't...shut me out, okay? I mean—" He licked his lips again, "I just want to check in on you, make sure you're okay...if that's okay with you." He reached out and took my hand...I didn't resist. I couldn't really process what he was saying. It was all too...confusing. I was really focused on making sure Vicky was okay, not trying to resolve things with my father. In fact, I had been so convinced he was an asshole, I never thought about the possibility of reconciling. I sighed, nodding when he simply stared at me. He smiled and squeezed my hand. Then he stood and I followed. "So, this girl? Your mother was worried about you being alone. Is she...?" Now it was my turn to lick my lips. I had reached out to my well connected family to save Vicky's life. What was she to me? I had no idea quite honestly. "I don't know. Right now I just need to get her through the next few weeks with the D.A." He nodded. I stared at him for a moment longer and then turned to leave the room. **\*\*\***

In Need of New Pants The pants wouldn’t fit. Her ass was just too much for them. “These were may favorite jeans, too,” Hailey bemoaned as she let them slide down to the floor. There wasn’t anything to do about it. She knew what was happening. She’d caught the latest STI and she knew it. “That fucking asshole could have warned me he was carrying,” she muttered under her breath as she headed for the bathroom to see the extent of the changes. Two years ago, no one had even heard of the disease, it was unknown, but like so many others in recent year it seemed to come out of nowhere. Now? Half the population seemed to have it. RMV-23 was the official name, but most folks just called it Baboonitis. A fitting enough name, given the effects. She reached back and rubbed her ample backside as she made her way into the bathroom. The government said it was working on a vaccine and a cure, but so far there had been little news on either. Probably because most folks rather seemed to enjoy having it. Yeah, it was highly contagious, and sure, it had its side effects, but honestly a swollen bright red booty was hardly the end of the world. A few of the more out-there pop stars had even flaunted their newly swollen derrieres with revealing outfits. The mirror would reveal the truth. She knew that even as she took a deep breath, turning to reveal her new assets. There was no mistake, her flesh from her inner thighs up to her booty was now dusky red, and suffering from some distinctive swelling. It didn’t look bad; it certainly added some curves to her that she’d never had. She certainly could see why some of the skinnier girls went out of their way to catch a case. It was an interesting look though, with that color she wondered if she’d be one to flaunt it. The sad reality she knew is that she would. Almost all the girls did. She could feel the early twitching of her libido reminding her of the other effects. Hailey slid her panties to the ground, bending forward for the full effect, that deep rosy red popping out, even as other swellings made themselves known as her vulva peeked between her thighs, it too a dark ruddy color. A slight sheen glistened in the bright lights over the mirror, a tell-tale sign that she would soon be in heat. She moaned slightly as she grabbed a handful of her backside and squeezed. It felt good, way better than she’d expected when talking with the other girls. Not that any of them had experienced it, no, there was just the gossip about who might have it. For all their beliefs in their worldly ways, they were still just eighteen-year-olds and seniors in high school. Gossip was a way of life, and the booty expanding virus was certainly a hot topic. Hailey’s hands were roaming now. The nerves were sensitive all over the deeply pigmented area, and her fingers began to slip into the swelling cleft between her legs. The moisture was flowing now, her clit hard against the tips of her fingers as she felt the warms rise in her body. She wanted it; her whole body flared with desire. Deep down she knew this wasn’t right. Her horniness was just a biproduct of the virus. But damn, it felt good as she let herself explore the new changes. She’d have to figure out something for clothing though, she gave it a little thought between the shivers that were cascading up and down her body, her new booty trembling as her legs began to quake. She didn’t even bother to stifle the shriek as she brought herself to orgasm, why bother? Her parents were still in Vale, that’s why she’d had Joey over in the first place. Hailey found herself on her knees, her hands covered in her own sticky juices. “Damn, that was intense.” She muttered to herself as she tried to rise on shaking legs. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. She could see why the boys were lining up to be with girls who had a case. She wondered how it affected them? Joey hadn’t shown any signs, but she hadn’t been looking either. She’d have to google it. After the shower anyway. *** *** *** “Oh my god, did you see?” Claire whispered in the hall. Jenna nodded, “yeah, I guess she caught it.” “No shit.” Smirked Mala, who eyed their newly curvaceous friend as she bounded down the hall flirting with several of the guys. Claire let out a low whistle “Ooh, she’s got it bad.” She watched as Hailey all but threw herself at one of the football players, rubbing her generous ass against his leg. “I hope I never get it.” Jenna said quietly. Mala looked surprised, “Why not?” “It’s just, you know, that lack of controls. I mean, I would like a bit more in the trunk, but I don’t need to become a sex crazed nympho.” She shrugged slightly, her eyes looking anywhere but her transformed friend. “It’s only while you’re in heat, you know.” Claire chided her. Jenna gave her and eyeroll. “Oh sure, that’s like being a werewolf. You know, it’s only bad a couple days a month.” “I don’t know, I’m on the fence. I mean, the other girls seem to love it.” Claire said quietly, watching several other girls with enhanced backsides troll the hall for dates. The school had never allowed booty cut-out jeans, but they explicitly banned them the year before after several girls decided to really flaunt the look of their new rumps. The bell rang, the last month of school before graduation. The three headed to class, each wondering which of them would fall victim to Baboonitis next. Hailey just smiled, having overheard much of the conversation between her friends. She didn’t care, maybe soon her friends would realize that the perks of this virus were well worth the cost of some new pants. She gave her new ass a shake and watched several guy’s heads turn. Maybe one of them would get lucky today. She licked her lips at the thought and headed for class, daydreaming about something far more interesting than calculus.

Title: How Long Can You Resist Ch. 02 Tags: drama, historical, true love, first love "Elizabeth met a man today!" Theodore called as he and his sister walked through the front door that evening. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, wishing her younger brother were a more reserved person. "What?" their father said as he took his seat at the table for dinner. Rupert Winshaw and his wife had worked the farm all day, and both were more than ready to settle in and have a good meal. "What is this, Elizabeth?" "Ignore him, Papa," Elizabeth said, kissing her mother on the cheek. "He has no idea what he is talking about." She hoped her father would let it go, but knowing that the subject of marriage had been a particularly sensitive one as of late, it wasn't likely. "Oh Elizabeth, do tell us your brother is speaking the truth!" Mrs. Winshaw said, clasping her hands to her chest. Elizabeth rolled her eyes again, helping herself to some of the beef stew sitting in front of her. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to eat and go to sleep. "Alright, Mama," she said, giving up as she took a bite of her food. "I met a man today." "Lovely!" Mrs. Winshaw said, smiling warmly at her daughter. "It's about time, my dear. You *are* getting older, you know." Mr. Winshaw nodded in agreement. Elizabeth stifled her annoyance; her parents were obsessed with marrying her off, and it was almost too much to take. "Tell us about him, dear," Mrs. Winshaw said. "Well," Elizabeth began, "first of all, I didn't meet him so much as he came to our table to look at the wool." She poked at her plate with her fork, finding that she had suddenly lost her appetite. She could once again feel a fluttering in her belly, and it wasn't hunger. "He stared at me the entire time. He bought a bundle, although what someone like him would want with wool is beyond me." Elizabeth pushed a wisp of hair out of her face and looked her mother in the eye. "He made me uncomfortable, Mama. He looked at me as if I was some sort of... I don't know, but it was disconcerting." "I think he likes her Mama," Theodore inserted, grinning with his mouth full. Elizabeth scowled at him, wishing once again for him to keep his mouth shut. "He couldn't possibly like me, Teddy" she said. "He doesn't even know me." She paused, then added, "He wouldn't like me anyway. He is obviously very wealthy, and I obviously am not." "Wealthy, you say?" Mr. Winshaw said, lifting his head from his meal. "Yes, Papa," Elizabeth said. "The way he was dressed made that very clear. And he paid us more than enough for the wool." "So what difference does it make?" Mrs. Winshaw said. "He took a liking to you, and it does not hurt that he comes from money. Do you realize what that could mean for this family if you *did* end up marrying him?" She stood to clear her dish, then asked excitedly, "When are you going to see him again?" Elizabeth sighed, answering, "He said he would see me tomorrow at the market. I wish he wouldn't. I do not want to give him false hope..." "Do not say such things," Mrs. Winshaw interrupted, frowning at her. "You have a duty to this family, daughter. You'd best remember that." She then smiled once more, saying, "Now bring me your blue dress. It looks the nicest on you, and it could use a bit of mending." "Yes, Mama," Elizabeth murmured, getting up from the table and going upstairs to her room. It looks like it doesn't even matter what I want, she thought to herself, sighing and taking her blue muslin dress from the wardrobe. To them, I am nothing more than another sheep. *The next day:* "I wonder when that man will be coming back," Theodore said, his eyes raking over the people milling around the market. It was an overcast Sunday, and it looked like it might rain at any moment. "I do not know why you care so much, Teddy," Elizabeth said, straightening the bit of lace that trimmed her neckline. The dress was freshly pressed and mended, and it looked fetching on her. "I doubt he'll return. He probably didn't mean a word he said. Men like him flirt with the women for the pure sport of it." Her words sounded false to her, though, and she couldn't help joining Theodore in scanning the crowd for Mr. St. Claire. In her heart of hearts she did not think she would get along with someone like Gerard, but that did not mean she thought him unpleasant to look at. She remembered his dark hair and his piercing gray eyes. Eyes that had bored into her, making her feel as if she were standing in front of him without her clothes on. Eyes that looked right through her, that glowed... "Miss Winshaw, may I say that you look beautiful this Sunday morning?" A rich masculine voice interrupted her thoughts, and she immediately turned her attention to Gerard St. Claire. He was unaccompanied today, and wearing a pair of dark trousers and a white buttoned up dress shirt that was open at his collarbone. He had on riding boots, and his hair looked wind tossed. Needless to say he looked quite handsome, and Elizabeth silently cursed him for it. How she was supposed to ignore the advances of a man who looked like that was beyond her, but she was going to try. Beautiful is an understatement, Gerard thought to himself. He found himself staring like yesterday, captivated by the picture she created. Her hair was again in a bun, and she was wearing a dress that was the same blue as her gorgeous eyes. Gerard felt a tightening in both his stomach and his breeches. I need to get a hold of myself, he thought as he took in the vision before him. "Thank you, Mr. St. Claire," Elizabeth said, and she dropped a slight curtsy. She watched him through her eyelashes, noticing how confident he looked as he stood there. He borders on being arrogant, she thought, immediately feeling irritated. "Please, call me Gerard," he said, bowing. "And hello to you, Theodore," he said, extending his hand to her brother. "I wonder, young man, if I may borrow your sister for a little while?" Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow, wondering what in the world this man had in mind. Theodore nodded, grinning slightly. "You may, sir," he said, pushing his sister forward. "I can manage here for a bit." Elizabeth stood agape. "Teddy, I do not think it's a good idea for me to just leave you here by yourself..." She was cut off by Gerard as he took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. "I am certain he'll be fine," he said as he began to walk away from the table. "Join me for a horseback ride. I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman." Elizabeth jerked her arm back, anger evident in her pretty face. "Now wait just one minute, Mr. St.... Gerard," she said. "Do not think you can simply order me around. Your technique may work wonders on other girls, but I see right through you and it will *not* work on me." She stood with her arms crossed, and her cheeks were slightly pink from frustration. Gerard thought she looked even more stunning when she was angry. I have a live wire on my hands, he thought. He could not help the smile that came upon his face. "Miss Winshaw, I assure you that I have nothing but good intentions. All I ask is your company, for I do so wish to get to know you better." He offered his arm again, saying, "I do apologize if it seemed I was giving you an order. I will refrain from such wording in the future." Elizabeth, for once in her life, had nothing to say. She frowned. She didn't know what to do with this man. She was not used to such attention from men; what little attention she *had* been shown, it had dwindled very quickly afterwards. She supposed it had something to do with her fiery temper. But this man was utterly nonplussed by her words. In fact, it seemed he actually enjoyed her even more when she was agitated. She sighed, then took his arm. They walked out of the market and came upon his chestnut steed. "What a beautiful horse," Elizabeth said, reaching out to stroke its neck. Gerard watched her, finding that his heart fluttered a bit as a look of serenity came over her face while she petted and cooed to the horse. "This old fleabag? I suppose he's alright looking," Gerard said as he straightened the saddle. "His name is Lucifer, and I think he likes you." Lucifer nudged Elizabeth's shoulder with his snout, and Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, it appears that he does," she said, turning her smile to Gerard. He felt short of breath. Her smile will be the death of me, he thought. "Well, shall we?" he asked, cutting short his thoughts. He mounted the horse, then reached down to help Elizabeth. She hesitated a moment, then took his hand. She took her place in front of him, and as his arms came around to take the reins she had a sharp intake of breath. A warmth washed over her as she sat nestled against him. Her back was to him, she could feel the firm plains of his broad chest and the strength of his arms. Heaven help me, she thought as she closed her eyes. What am I getting myself into?

Title: Stitching Strangers (revised) by Exilo Tags: Anal, Bathing, First Time, M/F, Oral, Vaginal, Wolf **Rewrite of my first fic here. I took a lot of the critisms that were given and rewrote this, adding a lot of characterization, plot, and of course more sex** *Stitching Strangers* With only a knapsack to store his sleeping mat and a change of clothes, Exilo had set out on an adventure one day, when he grew bored with his present lot in life. Well, he enjoyed his lot actually, living with his sister in a quiet place, but sometimes he just wanted to walk and walk and never look back. So he did. "And it will get there by two nights, right?" Exilo asked, giving the letter to the messenger hawk. "Yes sir!" the hawk replied, moving a wing over his eye in a salute. "I will be there ASAP. Come wind nor rain nor snow nor shine, nothing will stop me from delivering this letter. Come hell or high water, I will get this letter to its destination as soon as possible. That's what ASAP means. It means-" "Now, please," Exilo said. "Yes sir!" The bird flapped his wings, kicking up a gust from the sandy streets. Exilo growled, annoyed, and covered his eyes to block out the dusty assault. Stupid birds. He had no real destination. Maybe he would go back to his homeland, meet other wolves, maybe some of his father's family; go back to where ever the hell his mother was from and see if she had any kin there. This city was just a place to rest since he was sick of camping and wanted a nice bed if just for one night. And after that bird, he wanted a bath. A nice warm bath instead of washing in the river, but business was first: he had promised to write to his sister every chance he got. And now with the letter in the air, he set off to restock on supplies. First stop: the tailor. "Is this the biggest size you have?" he asked. "Anything that might fit me?" This land was cold and Exilo wanted a jacket, especially if he backtracked to the East and headed up North, he would definitely need something to keep him nice and toasty. "Well," the she-wolf mused, scratching her chin and mentally taking in the male's measurements. The wolf was quite short, even for a female, but a nice size, so she clearly wasn't sickly. She had white fur and a black ring around her right eye, not quite touching her eye, but circling around it. Her right ear had three piercings, three silver rings that were aligned on the edge. Clothing was a black shirt with a small red ‘X' in the middle of the chest, and her belly was uncovered so he had to smile and lick his lips. Sad to say, she had pants on: black shorts that went down to her knees and a silver chain for a belt. It was when she wagged her tail that he saw the silver tail ring, squeezing the bulky fur a bit before the tip. In turn, she inspected him. Tall, but not too tall. Slim, but with a bit of a belly. All and all, he was somewhat average to the eye. Most of his fur was brown, but that sort of rich brown that would glow red when in the right light, but now, inside, most definitely dark brown. The brown fur yielded to black at all four of his paws, just above the elbow or knee, his muzzle, and the ears. Still, he was average, but a nice sort of average. His clothes were nothing special. An old green cargo vest. Old blue jeans. "No." Exilo sighed. "But I could make you something up if you like, sir." The male wolf reached into his vest pockets and fished out the few coins he still had to his name. "How much would it cost?" The tailor nosed at the coins in his palm and shook her head. "More than that." And he hadn't even bought his rations yet. "Well, thanks anyway." Exilo turned to leave. "Hey, big guy," the tailor called. "Would you be interested in a job?" "No, thank you. There is no way I could do this work." "I wouldn't expect you to do the tailoring. I just find myself in need of a second pair of paws." She cocked her head to the side, taking in his measurements again. "I'm understaffed. I could use some aid. I can give you room and board and make up your clothes as payment. Even if you don't want a jacket, the things you have on look as if they are coming apart at the stitches." Exilo looked down. His clothes were tattered. Scrapes and scratches on his pants and his vest from a variety of fights he had been in littered his apparel. Some highwayman thought him easy prey or sometimes a street fighter for whatever money spectators would throw. Why was he still wearing his knuckle duster? He pulled it off his hand and dropped it back in his vest's pocket. The vest may have been old, tattered, and cut, but he would never ever part with it. "It's a good deal, big man. And I could really use the help." It was a good deal, and Exilo needed to conserve his remaining funds. He needed clothes and someplace to sleep. "Is this going to end with me chopped into pieces and buried in your basement?" "No." "Alright, I'll take it." "Wonderful!" the she wolf squealed. She took Exilo's paw and began dragging him along towards the back of the shop. Exilo had to duck under every door way or low hanging lantern. Yes, his size was definitely a problem now. The she-wolf seemed to pay no heed to his difficulties, and scurried along. "I'm Exilo," he added, realizing he hadn't introduced himself formally. "Pae," the she-wolf responded. "Pae? That's an odd name." "Yeah, cause we just got a million Exilos. Sounds Russian. I'll just call you Exi." "My name is Exilo." "And I'm going to call you Exi, Exi!" Exilo sighed. He was far too tired for this. "Where's my room?" Pae huffed. "Fine, you can stay here." Exilo stepped past her, and inside. It was nice room actually; somehow he had been expecting a broom closet with a blanket. It had a desk, a chair, a bed, a lamp, and a window that looked out into the town. There was a notable covering of dust and the door hinges squealed from lack of use, but he didn't say anything. "You're old employee's room?" Exilo asked. "Sorry for the dust." Exilo shrugged. He had certainly slept in worse. "I've been meaning to clean it up and rent it out. This way I get an apprentice. It's been long enough." Exilo smiled, nodded, and watched Pae leave, taking special note of her tail as she turned and headed down the hall. The bed was big, bigger than his sleeping mat actually. Soft down cushioned his rump and he yawned sleepily. Wow. He was more tired than he realized. He had done a lot of walking, a lot of sleeping on rocks. He really was tired, so tired, that he didn't even think of asking Pae where the bathroom was so he could wash his fur clean. "You best be getting some sleep," the she-wolf said. "Cause tomorrow, I'm putting you to work." Exilo yawned again, slouching down and putting his head on his shoulder. "Alright," he growled, closing his eyes. --- Work wasn't the right word for what Exilo went through the next day. Torture was more like it. He had done a lot in his life, worked a lot of places, but this just wasn't work. "For the last time, this is how you do stitches!" Pae growled. Dexterous fingers looped through the fabric with expert precision. In, out, in, out, hypnotic in the speed. When done, she tied it off and pulled the excess thread a bit, snapping it cut with her teeth. Exilo took a deep breath and turned to his own project. "In, out, in, out," he muttered. He tried, in, out, in, out. He yelped suddenly, and lifted his thumb to better see the needle that had sunk nearly half way into the pad. Pae growled again, plucking the needle out. "You're such a baby." She poked her own thumb a dozen times with the needle, and each time the pad stayed firm. Taking her demonstration a step further, she pulled a lighter out of her pants pocket. Sparking it, she held her thumb over the dancing fire. "Cool, huh?" "Kind of creepy, actually." Exilo looked back to his work. He took another deep breath and pinched the fabric, pushing the needle through. He was much more careful this time, taking the needle and pulling it through, working a stitch out. He tried for the second stitch, and pricked his thumb, drawing blood in the black pad. "Damn it!" he roared, earning a bop on the nose from the rolled up newspaper Pae was holding. "Keep working on it," she muttered. Exilo did, putting such focus on the project, he didn't even notice as Pae left, coming back a moment later with a step stool. Her trusty tape measure wrapped around his chest, on the pectorals. She scribbled the measurements on a scratch of parchment. "Now your right arm. Now your left." Exilo obeyed each of her commands, and smiled to himself when he managed to get the stitches straight three times before, again, pricking his finger. His thumb was really starting to hurt. Pae looked him over. With the measurements, she could do his shirt just fine. But not his pants. Not that he said he wanted pants, but...She grinned a sort of coy smile and lowered onto all fours, before very carefully slipping under the table. Now under him, kneeling at his chair, she placed a paw on his knee and carefully pulled the tape measure from his clawed toes all the way to his groin, pushing a thumb between his legs playfully. That earned a sudden shout. Exilo pushed off the table, the chair tipping over and he fell back, landing with a loud crash. "Now, Exi, if you're going to be a tailor, you got to learn to ignore these distractions." Exilo panted, and started at the white she-wolf, her tail wagging. She was still on all fours and under the table like a devious puppy. "Stay the fuck away from my crotch!" He growled, reaching under the table and grabbing her by the nape. He yanked her out and set her down, before pulling the chair close and continuing his work. More than the job he was supposed to be doing, it was just frustrating he couldn't get this quickly, like he could other things. This and cooking...he hated cooking. This cloth wouldn't be usable after he was through with it. Even if the stitches were straight and orderly, he was getting blood all over it: crimson thumb prints or just wiping his hand on it to keep his grip dry. Why was the practice cloth white, anyway? Well, red now, but still. "Have a preference of color for the coat?" "Asparagus." "What the fuck color is asparagus?" Exilo cocked his head, gesturing to his vest. "That is a fuck ugly color. You're getting myrtle." Satisfied, Pae scribbled the order down, before again reaching over and plucking a needle out of Exilo's paw. "Alright, that's enough for today. I need your hands intact for when we open." It wasn't hard work, physically at least. Oh, what he would give for physical labor. He was built for that, he liked that. This was just torturous. But so was everything else the little deviant Pae put him through. People came in to pick up their orders, and he had to sift through the racks and racks of finished products to find said orders. People came in wanting their measurements taken, and some, little ones especially, just refused to hold still long enough for him to read the tape measure and write the number down. "How did you ever manage this all alone?" Exilo asked, during one of the blessed down times where the shop was empty. It was strange. Everybody, EVERYBODY, seemed to come in at once, and then just as quickly they were gone. Why everyone couldn't come in at a steady pace was beyond him. No rhyme or reason even, like if it were people on their lunch break. Just floods, and then nothing. Floods, then nothing. He gave a moan, lying on the floor behind the counter. His paws were throbbing from the prior work, and his head was feeling several sizes too small. And, for whatever reason, Pae was sitting on his chest, cross legged and staring at him with a wide smile. There was only a bit of trouble with breathing. Mostly she was light and he could manage. Pae shrugged. "I just did. I didn't have a choice." "I'm sorry I can't help more." The she-wolf shook her head. "You're doing plenty." He watched her. Her ears, her tail, her chest. He liked the angle. She was pretty. Nice fur, nice body, certainly a nice chest and rump. Her earrings he could do without, but to each their own. He was taken off guard when she shifted onto her paws and knees and leaned forward, brushing her muzzle across his. On the second pass, her tongue came out, rough and hard, and brushed his lips. The bell above the door rang. Pae casually stood up and walked around the counter to greet the customers, leaving Exilo wondering what had just happened. The cool air of the room lapped at the saliva still on his snout and lips. He flicked out his own tongue and tasted her remnants. "Exi, I do need your help," Pae summoned. He stood, leaning on the counter. There was work to do. Best not to think about it, at least until he had more time to really savor the memory. The second day went like the first, only worse since his mind was so exhausted from the first day, but at least Pae didn't make any more moves on him. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? He wasn't sure. The third day went like the second, only even more tiring since his mind was so exhausted from the first and second day, and Pae still didn't make any more moves on him. Well, this time, he made the move, and when she was reaching for something on a high shelf, he carefully moved behind her and took it down. She didn't seem repulsed by the sudden closeness. Her tail curled around his thigh and flanks a moment and she looked up, smiling, before slipping to the side and walking back to her work. On the fourth day, he finally developed a short hand for taking measurements, and learned Pae's shorthand for giving receipts, which made finding orders much easier. Turns out there was some semblance of organization to the racks. On the fifth day, the customers coming in and out where not quite so overwhelming. If Exilo's fingers weren't bloody mess of flesh, he probably would have spent the night continuing to learn to sew. But instead Pae decided to teach him to cook. "I said stir it, not beat it!" White cream flew out from the bowl and landed in small puddles onto the counter. Exilo growled and continued to mutter his increasing hate for cooking. "Why do I have to do this? You ask me to measure, I measure. To sew, I sew. How much do you want from me? I am not God!" Pae shook her head. "OK, stop, before you make more of a mess in my kitchen." She sighed, holding her paw out for the wooden spoon. He whipped it out towards her; a clinging glob of batter went flying onto her muzzle. Pae was stunned, and silently stared down at the goo right on the bridge of her nose. Exilo's expression softened at the sight. She looked kind of cute, like a bewildered puppy. And before he knew what he was doing, he leaned over and licked her fur clean. He quickly came to his senses and drew back, expecting a swift backhand to the face. Instead, she slowly reached a paw up to where his tongue had been, found the spot free of food, and smiled. "Thanks." She strode forward and relieved him of the spoon, returning to the bowl and mixing it at a nice and steady pace. Exilo blushed nervously; his facial fur felt like it was on fire. On the sixth day, he stabbed his thumb with a needle and didn't draw blood. Fire still hurt. He had learned that the hard way, when Pae grabbed his paw and put a lighter under him. Pae promised that the callus would grow in time. On the seventh day, the shop was closed and Exilo spent the whole morning face down on the bed, head buried into the pillow, not sleeping but not able to move either. Only at night fall did he even try to get up. He managed to shift his head to the door to see Pae standing there. "How long have you been there?" She grinned, and gave a nice little shrug of her petite shoulders, which made her chest heave very slightly. "Is it normal to feel like you head is several sizes too small?" Exilo asked. "Something would be wrong if you didn't feel like an elephant was sitting on it," Pae smiled, walking over. She was smiling wide, at least until her nose quivered. She retracted, pinching her nose. "You smell. Damn, when was the last time you took a bath?" "What year is this?" Pae whined, backing away. "I'll draw you a bath, alright. Do me a favor: burn those clothes." He hadn't taken a bath in so long. Brushing a hand past his ears, he found the bits of sand still clinging from the messenger hawk's take off a week ago. Exilo struggled to get up. His body wasn't tired, but his mind, it just refused to send out the messages out to his limbs. It took him a long time to peel his work shirt off of his back, and he sniffed it, before pushing it away. He did smell. He undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, stepping out of them. Then, in true canine fashion and now unrestricted by clothes, he bent over to all fours and stretched doggie style. It was at that moment that Pae came back into the room. Exilo's elevated tail was facing the door, in all its glory. He looked between his legs at Pae, who just stared back at the curve of his flanks, the sack of his furry sheath, the hanging testicles. "And I thought I was forward," she managed to say, keeping a perfectly straight face before falling onto her back and laughing hysterically. "Do closed doors not mean anything to you people?" Exilo howled. Through cackles, Pae managed: "You didn't close the door. Please..." She stopped, rolling onto her belly and pounding the floor. "Please, put on the towel!" Somehow, Pae managed to throw the towel to the ground in front of Exilo's feet. Exilo huffed, wrapping the towel as best he could around his nether regions. It was still a bit small, but at least Pae stopped laughing out loud, only giggling and grinning every time he looked up at Exilo, who was blushing red under his fur. "It could be worse. Some bears come in every now and then from the North, and they don't have such fine builds as you. Don't wear many clothes either. Yuck, that furry ass in a thong." Pae traced a paw over Exilo's stomach. Pae brought Exilo to the bathroom, where a steaming bath was already drawn. Cracking up, she turned her back and allowed Exilo to take the towel off and climb into the bath. The tub was huge, so huge that Exilo could fully immerse himself without any problem, which felt absolutely heavenly. OH! That felt nice. Instantly he loosened as the water soaked deep into his fur. He growled lowly, sending a vibration through the water. He was so relaxed it took him a moment to realize not only had Pae stripped out of her clothes, but climbed into the bath, and that she was snuggling close, trying to wrap her arms around Exilo's torso and putting her ear on the wolf's left pectoral muscle. Exilo opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, save a long stifled growl that Pae took as invitation to come closer, shifting so she was resting heavily on Exilo's chest. He froze instantly, and she continued to nuzzle him. "Is something wrong?" Pae asked. Maybe she could sense Exilo's hesitance. He was stiff and rigged despite the warm water's comforting effect on him. "No," Exilo said after a pause. Pae backed away. She placed her paws on his chest and pushed up, settling on his hips and staring at him. "Oh no. I'm so sorry. I thought...oh no. Oh, I'm so sorry." She stumbled out of the bath, slapping down on the floor wetly and slipping flat on her stomach. "Oh no, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry. I thought you liked me. Oh jeez." "I-I do," Exilo said quickly, climbing out of the tub himself. He slipped on the wet floor and hit the ground. Reaching for Pae, who was already moving, he just brushed her tail as she fled. "I'm sorry. Oh no, I'm so sorry." She turned to apologize again, only to come face to chest with Exilo. "I'm so sorry," she said, looking up. There was wetness in her eyes, not all of it from the bath. Exilo brought Pae up to his arms, holding her in a wet embrace. "I...do...like you. I-I think. I'm not sure. But...I..." "I went too fast. Damn it. It's just...I don't know what to do and I thought you liked me. And? Oh no." She buried her face in his chest. "Really, it's not you." She was light. Easy to hold. His paw slipped down her back and over her tail, gently brushing her rump and getting a nice grip. He felt her tail wag, the silver band at the end glistening nicely in the light. He smiled softly and turned back to the bath. He swung one foot in, then squatted, slipping into the warm water, sitting up and still holding Pae close. She, in turn, clung a little closer to his wet chest. She was warm actually. Warmer than the water, and very pleasant. He swallowed. "There's really, really attraction. I mean. You're really beautiful. And...That kiss. It felt kind of..." Just do it, Pae thought, slowly pressing her muzzle forward towards his. The briefest of licks, then she backed up, whimpering lowly. Again, there was the taste of her lips on his. He flicked out his tongue, tasting what she had left. Slowly, almost as if frightened, he stretched his paw forward to touch her, and his claw brushed her shoulder. She recoiled in fear, but he got a firm grip and slowly pulled her near, and gave her his own lick on the lips. She didn't recoil or back away. She closed her eyes, and he did his, and they simply tasted each other, getting used to it. He felt his heat begin to press out from between his legs. At first he didn't notice. He was so focused on Pae he barely felt anything. His paws explored her body, claws sifting through the white fur and finding her breast, giving it a little squeeze that earned him a soft moan. But when the certain heat between his legs rose to a painful ache he gave a slight groan, turning his head to the side and nibbling at her jaws at a better angle. He distracted her as his paw slowly moved down her spine and to the base of her tail, and gently pushed her down. "Nnn!" She shuddered as she felt him enter, forcing her body to try to relax. She attempted to move off him, but his paw remained firm, and she was trapped between it and his rising heat. "S-stop." "Just relax," he said slowly, the words dripping out of his mouth and into her ear. "Rrr...rrr..." More and more she could feel him fill her, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the pain was making itself more known. She nudged her hips to the side, fresh tears pouring out of her eyes. "Please, stop..." She was tight, she couldn't loosen. She whimpered and cried into his chest, not in pleasure. He had to stop, despite the ache that demanded action. He pressed his muzzle to hers, licking and nuzzling, suckling and kissing. It helped. She felt herself relax, and she closed her eyes and let him calm her with his softness of his tongue. His tongue explored, his snout explored, but his eyes were tight and his vision was dead. Only her scent and taste. That was all he could focus on. Nothing else and he just enjoyed her, not even bothering to thrust. Pae started yipping happily, rubbing her fangs against his, her tongue tasting his, and now that he wasn't delving so intensely, that hot thickness between her legs became pleasurable. She pulled back. "A-alright. I'm ready." She licked and kissed along his muzzle, but if she whimpered or nipped hard it was a sign she needed to adjust. Still, it went well, with few interruption or breaks. And, finally, he was all the way in. He felt his hilt touch her flesh lips. He pulled away from her jaws and just held that, closing his eyes and feeling his erection pulse harder and harder. Her walls reacted, squeezing him gently in return. Pae felt each pulse. Each seemed stronger than the last. There was a boiling heat inside her. Not from him, he was hot and inside, but deeper in the pits of her stomach she felt a pressure that begged for release. "Sorry," Exilo murmured as he pulled back, then pushed forward into the warm mass of she-wolf and felt a final release. His gush, his pressure built then drained out of him in massive spurts. Pae yelped loudly, squirming and howling as he climaxed inside her. She continued to shudder until he was merely trickling liquid, and dropped down, exhausted, onto him. For a long time, neither moved. Neither had the strength. The week of work had been exhausting, but this was in a different league. Honestly, he simply didn't want to move and break the comfort of this position. So it was up to Pae. Slowly she lifted her head from his chest and placed her paws on his shoulder. She pushed up, and slid off him, shivering as his shrinking girth rubbed against her walls. She rose fully, holding it a moment, and he leaned forward and nuzzled at her breast, then flicked his tongue out, rubbing against the black nipple, a sharp contrast to the snowy fur around. "Exi," she uttered, putting a paw at his head and pushing him back. "Stop that." "Oh jeez, what did we just do?" he asked. Animal instinct started to clear from his thoughts. "Mated," she said simply. "We've known each other for a week!" Pae stroked him, and bending her head, ran her tongue up the bridge of his black nose and to the start of his majority brown fur. "I don't know about you...Exi." She forced a smile. "But I really enjoyed it." She chewed on her lip. "I...think I really like you." Exilo stared. He smiled. "We barely know each other." "Well we got the sex out of the way. Everything can just go good from here on out." Again, Exilo reached forward and took gentle hold of Pae, pulling her close to his chest. "Good from here on out," he smiled, cuddling and nuzzling her. "But if we do that again, I'm really going to have to start doing some stretches first. I-I'm not as experienced as you." Exilo grinned and licked her. "What makes you say I'm experienced at all? I have read about enough though. I know a few things we can do that might be easier on you. Think you're up for it?" Pae gave him a lick on the muzzle to say yes. Exilo slowly stretched his arms and pulled her close again, then brought her mouth up to his, and gently began to kiss her. It was slow at first. Gently nuzzles and soft licks. Excitement began to overtake him, and he crammed her so close to his mouth it was as if he were trying to eat her whole. She didn't mind though. Save a startled noise, she gently nibbled back with her paws resting right between his legs. Exilo's paws moved down her back and towards her hip, over to her tail, and stroked her gently. Then his claws found both her cheeks, and his eyes fluttered a tad. Pae mumbled happily into the kiss, eyes closed, paws starting to stroke Exilo lightly. She probably said his name, but it was muffled into a growl. He worked her rump carefully at first. His finger tips rubbed the tender skin between the two flanks, searching for the nice tight vent. Her tail twitched happily and raised up, the white fluffy tip and silver band rising above the bubbly water, drips raining down and making a splashy noise. Pae ran her paw from the beginning of his growing erection to his base, then back again, purring the whole time. "Such a tease," he said playfully. "Well, I should warn you, I can tease you too." His claw slipped inside her tender vent, stretching the hole as just the tip moved in a circle gently. Pae gave a small yip at that. Her paws stopped moving and she began to pant slightly, tensing and clenching on him. He wiggled his finger gently, massaging one of her cheeks with his other hand. He nuzzled her crown carefully, licking, though it didn't seem as if she needed the distraction like before. "You want to try that thing?" She moved up, tongue flicked out to taste his throat fur. "Sure." Exilo pushed her back a tad, pulling his hand out. "Turn around. Face the other way." Pae nodded and turned around, sitting with her backside facing him. Exilo took firm grip of her thighs and pulled her back. Leaning forward, he brushed his muzzle over her bare left flank, and then gradually approached the middle. Pae shivered at that light contact, tail wagging in anticipation for this new sensation he seemed to be building towards. She moved her tail to the side, trying to keep it in check. But when he put his snout to her tail hole and gave the tender skin a little kiss, she lost it and whacked him with her tail. "Ah!" Just the little touches here and there, the tender stroking and tasting. It made her burn. "Exilo..." His name rumbled out from her throat in long throaty growls. She turned her head back to stare at him. Exilo's muzzle sunk between her furry flanks. He slid his tongue out and tasted the warm taste of female. His tongue explored, finally finding her anus and poking it gently. His own heat was throbbing again, and waded in the water. He wiggled his hips, trying to get her attention. He needed it just as much as she did. But Pae was far too lost in her own thoughts. "Exilo!" Pae's snarling and groans grew louder. She wiggled her hips to get more stimulation. "Please..Ah..." She had been standing on her paws and knees on all fours, but now her front half dropped, putting her in a sort of doggy stretch. Somehow she had enough sense to hold her head above the water, but even that was hard. Exilo pushed harder until he was kissing the slimy flesh of her tail hole, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. He pulled out and took a deep breath, before leaning forward and nosing at her vagina, sniffing the heady scent of her and giving the lips a lick. "P-please. Exilo, please." She was so close already, and if he kept up the teasing she felt like she was going to pop. It wasn't painful like before, but she was crying. The bulk of his tongue. The warm breath of his exhale. Even his whiskers. His whiskers brushed the inside of her thighs, cutting through the thick fur and tickling her teasingly. Her paws gripped the edge of the tub hard until it hurt. She moaned and yapped, then threw back her head and howled as she released, jerking her hips back and forth. Exilo gagged as the sudden gush of her pleasure flooded onto his face, filling his nose with her heady scent. He opened his mouth and drank down the sweet fluid lovingly, pulling her harder into his face. "Ex...i...lo." She felt her tail flop down on his head. Exilo moved his head to the side, resting his cheek on one of her flank's side. Enough was enough. She had her fun, but his penis was still bobbing out of the water. He was burning and crying and whimpering. He grabbed her by the nape and pushed her down towards his heat. Pae wasn't ready though. She looked back at him, giving him a coy glance, and pawed at the tub's plug. Pulling it, the water began to slurp out. Pae's tail was still facing Exilo, and her tail moved in a little playful wag. She pressed her snout to his groin, giving a long exhale through her nose. Exilo's burning heat quivered and tensed. Pae took her time, crawling forward and settling at the other end of the tub. As she moved between his legs, the fur on her chest rubbed his tip and sent lighting through his body. When she was finally settled, he lifted his legs and rested them on the rim of the bath, corralling her head between the furry pillars. Pae spent a moment longer just breathing on him, then flicked out her tongue and lapped gently at his shaft with small, quick licks. Exilo fidgeted around like there were ants in his fur, groaning and huffing loudly at the teasing. Pae quickly changed from quick licks to dragging her tongue hard from tip to base, trails of saliva in its wake. She may have been inexperienced, but she could learn fast. She had to hold her paws on his hips to keep him somewhat still. He seemed intent on making this difficult for her. Exilo reached for her. For a moment, he was so blind with pleasure he was going to stuff her face into his balls or tail hole, but caught himself and instead gave her a reassuring scratch behind the ear. She gave a muffled growl at the petting, giving one last lick to the underside of his penis, then moved a bit lower, and kissed his scrotum. Like water, he was loose and weak under her tongue's assault. Long growls and heavy breathing escaped him. She used those growls as a guide to where his good spots were. The heat was incredible, the overwhelming scent too. Even after the bath, the scent of male was awe-inspiring. Pae wrapped her lips around his tip and started to lick, enjoying the taste. She kept her paws at his, thumbs rubbing him. Exilo placed a hand at the back of her head and pushed her a tad, trying to get her to swallow more. He was already so close. She had to work fast. She could practically taste his heat, feel the flames being fanned deliciously. Pae took in more, tongue rubbing under his erection, then sliding up and toying at the slit. She was taken by surprise when the salty taste suddenly exploded into her mouth. She went to work, licking and licking, swallowing the white cream like wine. She kept her lips sealed around his girth so not a drop could escape. After licking his penis clean of the musky fluid, she pulled back, planting one last kiss on his tip and leaning back against the other side of the tub. Slowly, she placed a paw on his hips, then on his stomach. She crawled up and nearly collapsed on his chest in a loving hug, arms around his middle, ear pressed to his chest and listening to his heart beat as it died down. "I think I love you," she growled gently. "I know I love you," he said, and ran his tongue up her crown. "Especially when you blow me."

Tags: Inflatable Clothing, Female Inflation, floating, latex Text: I'm rather nervously sitting in the green room. It was a brand new game show being shot, it was called rather ominously "Bounce". I look around and meet eyes with a fellow contestant. She was about 5'11" tall, had enormous boobs, green eyes, and shockingly red hair, not ginger, bright red, she looked about the total opposite of me, I'm 5'4" tall, blonde, and I have a fairly curvy figure, but nothing like hers. She caught me staring and I looked away. We get a call to go into our dressing rooms, and I wander down the corridor of the studios and find my room. There's a girl in my dressing room, apparently we need help getting dressed. "You'll need help getting dressed." she smirked at me. She has one of those headsets on so people can bark instructions at you. "Take your clothes off, the suit will cover you up". I go behind the screen and put on the suit that's hanging off the rail. It's weird, feels like rubber. "You'll need to dust it with the talc, it'll help slide it on" the assistant said to me. So I do, I talc it up and put it on. It's quite tight. I push my feet through the legs and pull it up, arms now, and I look over at the zip behind me. So that's why we need an assistant. "Can you give me a hand now please?" I say. The assistant pops around the screen and zips up the back of my suit. I go and look at myself in the mirror. The suit is all dusty with talc. I turn around to get a good look, and as I do so the assistant starts spraying the suit with something. "This just gives a good shine, for the TV cameras." she smiled. Certainly did give a good shine. I'm clad in rubber, shiny black rubber, it clings to me like a second skin. I turn all the way around, looked over my shoulder into the mirror, and see just at the bottom of the zip a set of small snap-on valve connectors. "Let's just give it a test" the assistant said, and she snaps a bundle of small hoses to the valves. She's holding a remote. "Test one, not don't be alarmed" she said pressing a button on the remote, and she does my boobs inflate slightly. "OK, test 2" she presses another button and my butt inflates slightly. "Test 3, nearly done" and now my legs inflate slightly. "Test 4, no really we are nearly done" and my top and arms inflate very slightly. "OK no leaks, great. Last one" and she pushes the last button and the whole suit inflates slightly. "All done." I take a quick look in the mirror, I now look like slightly curvier version of myself, glistening in the dim light of the dressing room. She presses another button and I return to normal size. "Diagnostics complete" she says "You're ready, try not to brush against anything on the way to the studio". She disconnects the hoses. She ushers me to the studio floor, I walk in, there's something that looks like a boxing ring in the middle, bright lights all around and the word "Bounce" overhead in a very bulbous font. Beside the rings are two very large shiny metal tanks bearing the designation "He" and some electronic equipment. "OK this is rehearsal time, you're up against Diane to start with, get in the ring" the assistant said, she rolls her eyes and barks "I know, I know, as long as it doesn't do it this time..." into her headset and wanders off. I look in the ring, there she was, the redhead from the green room. Great. I climb up into the ring. Another assistant hooks up the electronics and the hose to the back of my suit. "Testing visuals" says the other assistant, and my suit lights up with several blue dots, about an inch in diameter, one on each boob, one on each thigh, one on my bellybutton, one on each shoulder and I look over my shoulder, one on each butt cheek. Diane has the same, only hers are red. "The game is simple, tap your opponent on the dots, and that part of them will inflate, making it harder to move, tap them on two dots at the same time, their whole suit will inflate. This is a rehearsal, so we've dialled down the amount of gas... You guys are ready... Go". the assistant explains. GAS?! What gas. Diane charges towards me and lands a tap on my boobs. There's a whoosh and they blow up about 2 cup sizes. I retaliate and she duck out of the way and taps me on the butt and now whoosh, my butt expands, fantastic. I'm losing already. On the scoreboard it says "2psi vs 0psi". I take my chance and slap her on the leg dot, fwoomp, both her legs expand slightly, she looks comical. "Your legs look fat..." I say... "Yeah, well you've got a big ass" she retorts, slapping me on it again, it inflates more, and yes, looking in the monitor, baby has got back. I growl and grab her boobs, hitting both at once, she looks visibly shocked, as they both inflate two cup sizes and then her suit inflates all over, making her look a bit chubby. "Who's fat now!" I shout at her. She bounds over to me, seething. Grabs my boobs hard, and twists. "You are..." she scowls, right in my face. "Don't, please, don't twist the suit, you'll break the connection, they're not meant to do..." said the assistant as he looked at the electronics readout. I look down, my boobs are blowing up rather fast, they're approaching the size of a couple of melons. "What have you done?" I say "can you stop it please?" I grab them myself, but that made things worse, now the rest of the suit was inflating. Apparently you're not supposed to grab yourself either. I huffed and shifted around slightly, there was a sense of pressure building in my suit against my skin. "This is getting uncomfortable now" I gasp, looking at one of the monitors around the ring I see myself, my legs getting thicker, arms now looking comically sausage like and my belly, well that was rapidly expanding past my boobs, which were also inflating. My attention was distracted suddenly by the realisation that my feet were no longer touching the mat in the ring. Diane smirked at me. "This is hilarious" she said. "It's not, I'm turning into a balloon!" I cry as a slowly drift upwards, my suit is becoming a ball now, legs and arms getting shorter, and the boobs squishing up into my chin. "I'm trying everything I can!" said the panicked assistant. Looking up at me. He looked quite small as I bounced against the "Bounce" sign over the ring. The pressure was immense. I looked at the scoreboard. "120psi vs 6psi". This was just great. I look at the monitor again. I am now a ball with just feet and hands and a head. A big shiny black rubber ball hovering over the ring, now facing upwards thanks to the hose keeping me from drifting any further. Suddenly the director bursts into the room. "This is great! We'll have to do this in the show. Fantastic, I love it, can we get some more helium! She needs to go bigger! Get her down from there!". They yank on the hose to get me down. Thankfully the assistant guy in charge of the technology had figured out the issue and was able to deflate me, eventually. But I would have to do it all again in an hour.

Title: A Bargain Made: A House Fallen Ch. 04 Tags: mind control, male dominant, male-female sex, medieval fantasy, magic, sorcery, light bondage, straight sex Awareness came in pieces. First, there was simply the sense of self. She had emerged from the blackness. Her heart beat strongly in her chest. She was not dead and not in any real discomfort, so she took a moment to relish that and focused on breathing in the damp air, still chilled despite the fact the flicker of torches and lamps teased her eyelids. She could smell the sea, so she knew she was still near where she started on the south side of the city. Next came the acute awareness of her body as a whole. She was fully nude, her nipples firm in the chill. Her arms were over her head in a 'v,' cuffed to heavy chains that were anchored firmly to the ceiling. She was going nowhere until whoever it was decided to let her go. Then there was the collar around her neck. It felt like a thin metal and fit snugly, but not so that it threatened to impede breathing. The fear of the unknown led her to think of the sensation as fingers at her throat. Then came memory. She was in the markets in the south quarter of the city shopping for some odds and ends for the house. Good deals could be had and Mistress had an affection for the handmade quilts from the merchants there. The now-captive had arranged for delivery of several and moved on to the rest of her list when someone brushed her. She turned to her left to see one of the urchins that claimed that part of the city. She didn't remember his face specifically, but, to be fair, she hardly looked. He was as unkempt, threadbare, and dirty as too many in the quarter. He'd brushed her hand so quickly and lightly that, if not for where she found herself now, she probably would never have paid it any mind. Not long after that came the blackness. Feeling stronger and knowing that she had no hope of getting anywhere without knowing her surroundings, she opened her eyes, which was easier than she thought it would be. She'd expected the lids to be somewhat more leaden given how groggy she felt in those first moments. She looked around the room. It was indeed well lit, showing her the limestone that surrounded her, but sparsely furnished. All that she could see was a table that had her shoes paired next to her clothes that were neatly folded. Sitting on that table with his hands on his knees and a grin on his face was someone she knew of, but little more. {Deres} "Where am I?" "Where I need you to be," he told her. "I do commend you though, you seem very bright, Cassea. You surveyed yourself and your surroundings before opening your eyes and revealing yourself that way. Many other women would have simply started screaming and so would more men than would dare admit it." She looked him over. From broad chest to powerful limbs, he didn't need height to be imposing, but he carried it casually even now. She noted that they even looked similar, both with dark hair and blue eyes. At first glance they could be related, but the idea that she could be mistaken for the kin of some wretch from the south quarter was upsetting no end. "What good would screaming do?" "Absolutely none. You could scream until your voice were gone and you could scream with people right outside the door and no one would hear you at all." She clearly puzzled over his last words, but said nothing more. "I commend you too in not being particularly bothered by the nudity and the chaining and all that." Cassea sounded genuinely indifferent, "It's done. Begging for my clothes would be as foolish and pointless as screaming or begging you to let me go. Since it is done, you may as well tell me what you think." "You should be proud of every inch, honestly. No one would expect a body so...athletic under those clothes. Lovely thighs, toned belly, and I could probably bounce a coin off that backside. I'm not sure how you run a house and have the time to maintain it." "Enjoy looking. It'll just be another thing you pay for." He hopped off the table, standing before her, and sounding almost bored with what was coming, but willing to acquiesce to the demands of the situation. "This is the part where you tell me people will be looking for you. My answer to that is, your shopping errands are being completed while we're here together, and the goods will be delivered. So, to anyone that might want to look for you, it will look like you did your job and then decided to spend the rest of our time together on whatever leisure activities you have, like keeping that body firm, for example." He gave her an impish grin, "By the time anyone is \*really\* worried enough to start looking for you, there won't be anything to worry about because you'll be back running the house and no one will be the wiser." She snorted, taking a moment to imagine herself biting through the soft tissue of his throat. "Where you think I'll tell exactly no one of my kidnapping and rape at the hands of General Jaye's pet?" He put both hands to his heart as though mortally wounded, "I've been called far worse than that, both before I left Erette and since I've returned. You don't even get points for effort. But, to put your mind at ease, no, you won't tell anyone what has happened here. You won't even want to." She didn't believe it for a second, "Of course I won't," she said as though agreeing with the crazy person with a weapon in order to avoid a fight. He touched her cheek just so see her reaction and was pleased she didn't flinch. This woman was strong-willed and, in that way, not unlike his beloved Neral. He liked that a lot, not for the least of reasons being that what would happen later would be all the sweeter for it. {All things in their own time}, he thought. "You know who I am?" She jerked in annoyance, the chains rattling in response, "As if you don't know you have been the talk of the Houses for months." She took on a more formal tone, as a crier might if reading off his accomplishments, "Deres Valtise, pauper and orphan of the south quarter who ran away to find his fortune and his name, returns after a life who-knows-where to tend the sick and wounded. Almost immediately, he weds so far above his class that, if the general had any self-respect, she wouldn't have him lick her boots clean, much less warm her bed." He smiled, "It has such a nice rhythm and cadence when you say it that way. Do you write poetry?" That he was seemingly imperturbable made the whole situation that much more difficult, but perhaps something else could reach him, "You've started a war, you know. In taking me for even a minute you've invited my master's House to war with yours. Do you really think you, in your position, a position that entirely depends on \*her\* position, can afford such a thing?" He sighed at this well-trodden bit. "Let me guess, if I let you go, you will speak to no one of it and it will be as though none of it happened?" "Pfft...you will pay me well and regularly for my silence because that will be cheaper in treasure and less costly in blood than any conflict and it's certainly less a burden on you than your House's banishment." He laughed a belly laugh that took his breath away as it echoed through the room, Deres pacing as he worked it out. "Oh, I really do like you, girl. You are where you are and I am where I am and you still have the iron in your spine to think that I'm just going to pay you to let you go." "What choice do you have?" "We haven't even started yet, dear." He scratched at his jaw and paced her again, "You know what interests me? We've been here a bit now, you and I. We've sparred and that's been fun, but you wake up here and you see me...and ask where you are, but not why you're here. Why would that be? Would it be that you know why?" He enjoyed her silence. "I think you know exactly why. Here's what I know: a war has already started between Houses and it was your master that started it. Prince Kudan of the Kressin is nursing along a centuries old grudge, or maybe he's just looking to cause trouble and take advantage of whatever mayhem ensues. He wants to strike fear into the heart of Erette, but he can't do it all by himself. He needs a guild mage to pull it off and one from closer to Erette is best because the greater the distance from Kudan, the better." "Who knows how the got into contact? Maybe one of your master's aides likes the courtesans from Kressin and messages passed. Maybe they crossed paths at some ambassadorial function; it doesn't matter. What does matter is that, through links in a chain, Kudan and Vesik join forces and it's Vesik that contacts the guild first, though at least one soul from Kressin met with the guild because he is who the mage dealt with. In the end though, Kudan gets his revenge, and Vesik maybe, just maybe, ascends to the throne of Erette. Even if he doesn't, the House of Jaye is gone and he is a \*lot\* more powerful." "In order to make all this work though, money goes back and forth and, at one point, on a gray beach on a cloudy day, because Kudan just has to see where his money goes, he spies you picking up the gold." Cassea was good. Had her eyes not bulged ever so slightly at being caught out personally, her face would have betrayed nothing at all. "But you did run gold at least once for a failed plot against arguably your entire kingdom and certainly my House. So, when you wake up here, you don't have to ask why." Her jaw tightened as she studied him, trying by force of will to determine how much he could prove simply by studying his face, "\*If\* such a thing were true, what could I tell you that you don't already know?" "You're going to confirm it and you're going to tell me how involved the family you serve really was." "Am I?" "Then you're going to help with a plan of mine." She nodded, "Of course I will, just as soon as I can flap my arms and fly away from here." Cassea worked her jaw back and forth for a moment before spitting in his face. "Rape, torture, or kill me, but, if you're going to rape me, I'd prefer you killed me first. I'd rather not live with being mounted by a creature from the dregs. But, whatever it is, get on with it." He wiped the saliva from his face with his sleeve without missing a beat. "That sounds fine to me." He touched his forefinger against the collar, triggering a flash of electric heat that flowed through Cassea, from head to toe and back again before dissipating entirely. She looked around in wonder as the feeling took her and when it was gone she actually seemed pleased. "Ohhhhh, you are going to burn, mage. When this is over, I am going to scream 'forbidden magics' to the heavens and you will burn for it, and I'll throw wood onto the pile and laugh." He shrugged. "After we're done, you'll be able to tell anyone anything you want. But, first, what's your name?" She was taken aback by the seeming non-sequitur. "What?" "I know your name. You know I know your name, so why don't you just tell me?" "Fuck you." "Perhaps later. What's your name?" Her voice dripped with contempt, "Is that why I'm here? You need a real woman? You must know we all talk about her. That's a cold bitch, that Neral Jaye. How long can you fuck her without the frostbite setting in? The poor guttersnipe has to fuck that frozen cunt to have a warm bed. Is that all you do, Deres? Does she have you sucking cocks while she watches just to amuse her? How many get you a hot meal?" He brushed her cheek and watched with satisfaction as she flinched and turned her head away. The veneer was slipping. He knew that look. It was the same look that so many of the upper classes gave him in streets as a boy when he would beg for money to eat. Many wouldn't even look at him as they tossed coins, quick to be away from them while still being able to tell themselves they were kind to the poor child. Later, that revulsion was useful for picking their pockets. How to reach her was in her flinch and in her words. She projected her own fear and revulsion onto others in the guise of insult as so many did. He moved behind her, kissing up her shoulders, licking ahead with the tip of his tongue before planting another. "Maybe we should fuck. Do you know how many upper-class souls come here to play? Have you ever tried?" "I'd have myself sewn shut first." He touched her back and all her muscles tightened in response as she tried to worm away. "They come to us because we're more animal than they will ever be with their having to measure each step they take by what other people will see. Sex is an animal act, and they come to the animals that know how to fuck. Maybe I should start a line of men to take you before you go." He touched her firm ass and squeezed as he kissed, moving to her left shoulder, "You'd love it. In twenty minutes you'd be screaming for more. "We're potent, too. You would end up bred by some merchant sailor, or blacksmith, or carpenter. That perfect body will be ruined, but when you think of it, how much heat will be mixed in with the shame; house mistress of House Vesik bred by some southerner with dirt under his nails and a throbbing animal cock." "Die." Deres rested his chin on her shoulder as he forced his hand between her legs, "Do you hate me, Cassea?" "Of course I haaaaaaaaaa..." The world dissolved for her as she convulsed as an unstoppable wave of pleasure burst from the center of her being, wracked her body, and showered his hand and her thighs in her juices. The heat would ebb for a moment and then explode through her once again, pulling another scream from her lungs. When it faded finally, the stars left Cassea's vision as she struggled to pick her head up from its resting place, her chin on her chest. Words hurt as they departed her near raw throat, "What did you...do to me?" Her head finally steadied on her neck as he came to face her again, looking the picture of innocence. "I did nothing, Cassea. You did that to you. That was your reward. I asked you a question, you answered honestly, and that was your reward." His fingertips began running trails over her belly. "I am a man that likes to offer choices whenever possible, so, you can answer and reward yourself or not. Now, I suppose you're thinking that all you have to do keep your mouth shut and hold out until someone comes looking for you. That's actually true, I suppose." He stepped back, examining something that only he could see. Cassea opened her mouth to respond, closing it almost at once. {I won't give him the satisfaction. I'll hang here until the sun goes cold, but I won't betray my master and my House.} "It would be so boring to talk to myself though, so, what's your name?" Her jaw set and she was was determined to say nothing, and, for several seconds she was successful. Then, the room started to orbit her, faster and faster until she had to shut her eyes to get even a slight reprieve from the bodily turmoil caused by the motion. Her stomach turned and twisted in her body making her heave. She opened her mouth to vomit, but nothing would come out. Time dragged for her as the sickness took her, certain she would die, and part of her hoping she might. "Forget I asked." In less than the space of a breath, the room rooted itself to the ground again and the retching nausea passed as though it had never been. She still stared at him as before, trying to will him dead, but there was fear as well. "Don't worry," he assured her. "You won't die. It'll feel that way, no matter how much worse it gets, but you won't die and nothing will be permanent. All you have to do is hold out for as long as I can afford to keep you. Truthfully, if you can, you will deserve your freedom." {Worse? In the name of the Goddess, how could that get worse?} She looked at him, not wanting to look pleading, but she knew what was coming and dreaded it. "What's your name?" She swallowed hard, closed her eyes and waited. Seconds passed and the nauseating merry-go-round began once again. Her stomach muscles clenched as she gasped and heaved. She heard the question again and the spinning seemed to increase. She tried staying as still as possible for, if she moved, the air around her cut through the cold sweat like blades of ice. {Shut up. Goddess, shut up.} His voice, even at a whisper, thundered through her ears. She didn't know how much time had passed. In one sense she was so focused on enduring that she didn't notice while, on another level she was keenly aware of it dragging forward at a snail's pace. For her it was just another symptom of the near painful disorientation. She was so disconnected in fact, that she was barely aware that with one of her heaving breaths, "Cassea Voss," escaped her lips. Like a candle snuffed, she was taken from the pits of misery to heights of ecstasy. The illness now simply gone, she gave herself to the joy in her body that every nerve sang its own song of. When she came back to the now, he watched her with satisfaction while she looked at him with burning hatred, hatred for what he was, hatred that the Goddess could grant power like he had to one so lowly, hatred for the fact that someone like him now had any status in the world at all, even if he did only get it by marrying beyond his station. And hatred for herself most of all because, in the pit of her soul, she knew he had already won, and she knew he could see it. He closed in upon her and another wave of shame swept her because she didn't recoil. Her body registered him as responsible for pleasure enough to drive her insane and her legs parted for his fingers on their own, happily betraying her. He deftly rolled his fingers over her clit in nearly the same way she did when she loved herself in the dark. Her pussy was drenched in her own cream and she held her breath to feel it before releasing slowly. "What's your name?" She mustered what she had left to fight with, resisting the next wave of sick, but, added to it now was this spot of pleasure between her legs that was imprisoned by the nausea and general ill. It teased and promised and pushed against an intangible barrier she knew was untouchable while she resisted. She looked down to see his hand there, moving in hypnotic circles. Time lost meaning again, but she somehow knew far less had gone by than last time. "My name is Cassea Voss." She threw her head back, spread her legs and let the dam crumble. She started up at the ceiling thinking how beautiful the stone work was. Everything was beautiful. He watched her ride it out, slowing his ministrations, savoring the look on her face. She really was stunning, and, even now, so spirited. "Every time you speak the truth, your reward will feel just this good. You won't tire or dry." The last word came with a wicked smile. She took a deep, resigned breath. "I still hate you." "You hate me and yet you're mine and you know it. Doesn't hating me make it better though?" "Yes." She humped against his fingers like a street whore and surrendered yet again. When she came back this time, a giddy laugh came with awareness. "Good girl, Cassea." His tone dripped condescension and dominance. Ordinarily that tone from anyone but her employers would have gotten them a mouth full of shattered teeth, but she couldn't muster much beyond annoyance. "Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?" There was horror at the betrayal of herself and her House. There was hatred of him and the way in which he had torn her asunder. There was the feeling of heady anticipation between her legs that came with her response, "Yes." The happy stars appeared in her eyes again and never left as she answered question after question, telling him how Lord Vesik had done all he could to carry the plot forward with the help of Cassea and his daughter Sere. She told him how Lady Vesik had spoken against it over and over, fearing the reprisals that could come both with it's success and failure, but, ultimately had not intervened to stop it. She told him all he asked, and offered more just to get him to perhaps ask more questions. After what seemed like an eternity in orgasm she found that hearing, "Good girl" did not annoy so much as remind her of her distaste for him, which aroused her like little else ever had. She looked upon him as he came towards her. *When had he stripped? Was his chest always so muscular? Those arms look so...powerful, too.* Her eyes drifted down to his hard, twitching cock. {Goddess, if that was all he ever had as a man to offer his woman it's enough.} He grabbed her ass as she hung there, but she didn't flinch. He'd told the truth. She was sweaty and disheveled, but she felt energized and still as though she could take that train of peasants inside her, and part of her wanted to. "Our business is concluded, so I think we should have some fun together." His voice firm and seductive, promising her even greater passion. "Have you ever tried one of us...guttersnipes, was it?" "No." She waited, but nothing happened. She wailed plaintively, asking what had happened to her reward without saying a word. "Shhhh, Cassea. Your rewards will come back soon, but only if you continue to answer me honestly. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Deres." The whimper in her voice wounding her soul. He kissed her chin as he squeezed that ass, so firm, even it resisted him, "You know noblewomen come to us. You know noblemen line up to grab the ankles of and wishbone the women of the this quarter. "Have you ever wanted to try?" There was shred enough of her left to feel shame for a fleeting moment. "Yes. Your kind down here...breeding with no care." "Like animals?" "Yessss...it's disgusting." He bit her neck and she whimpered and leaned into it, "But that makes you wet." "...Yes." "Is there talk about whether or not I please my mate?" "The workers mutter. We notice that she smiles more." He slapped her breast hard enough to leave a mark and she grunted. "You know we're going to fuck now? You know I'm going to fuck you like the animal you think I am. You know I'm going show you the animal that you are." He kissed her lips and her tongue snaked in on its own. He pulled away and her lips chased him, "Though three hours of you screaming like a slut while you begged me to ask you questions should have told you enough about who you really are." "I had no choice." "You chose to stop resisting, that was choice enough. Do you still hate me?" "More than before." They kissed again. "But I won't be raping you, will I?" "No." He commanded her, his voice as fierce as any noble to their servant. "Show me." Without hesitation she lifted herself on the chains and locked her ankles around his waist. He nestled closer to her, reaching down to guide the tip of his cock to her wet folds, pleased to find her cunt drooling on his cock. He held her effortlessly so that, to her, she seemed to float, "You may give me one command. That command will reward you, no matter what it is. Since I have what I need, you can even order me to let you go and I will. Command me, Cassea Voss." She swallowed hard, her aches overriding her shame. She could tell him to go and it would be over, but she shivered, craving that mind-melting reward. She let her body scream at her mind just to build the sensation of impending surrender before she finally uttered the words that were really her only choice, "Fuck me, animal. Fuck me hard. Fuck me without mercy like you must fuck her." She smiled a slightly crazy smile as she howled as another of the countless orgasms took her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as if to strangle it as it drove up and up through her seeming not to stop until it reached her mind. And, when his cock started to fuck it, she found she had room in it for nothing else. Cassea touched her neck for what seemed like the hundredth time to find the collar still gone. On the outside, she looked none the worse for wear. She'd been able to clean herself and put herself back in an outwardly presentable position. Inside was another matter. Inside she felt hollowed out to her core. She'd betrayed herself and her House, not to mention given in to the most vile, debasing sex she could have imagined with a man she despised on a dozen levels. All of that was nothing compared to the fact that she remembered every delicious surrender. He sat behind the table with a satisfied look on his face. {Why shouldn't he? If I had so bested him I'd be planning a party.} It took all she had to keep looking him in the eye, but she would not let him cow her so completely that she couldn't. He spoke to her, his voice firm, but seemingly not without sympathy, "Bring me an item that belongs to each of them. It doesn't matter what beyond the fact that it must be something that you \*know\* they will wear to the spring celebration at Court. You tend to that just as Tessa does for our House, yes?" Her voice was barely audible. "Yes." He leaned forward, clasping his hands, "Bring me what I need and I'll make as much of it go away as you want. That empty feeling you have will grow over time like the sick before, though not as quickly and you should be able to conceal it. I'm the only one that can remove it, and I can't exactly do that if I burn, can I?" "I understand." The bitterness dripped from her words. "You'll have them as soon as I can get them to you." She paused, trying to grasp the enormity of what had happened, "I betrayed my House...and I'm going to do it again." He leaned back, surveying her."Don't expect all that much sympathy from me. You and yours started this, we're going to finish it." Words were on the tip of her tongue, but she grabbed the door and left before releasing them. A week had passed and Deres kept to his normal routine of throwing hours into his healing practice, mostly helping the upper classes before going to the poorer parts of the city. They all, regardless of where they came from, needed his help, but without him reaching out to those most in need, they could never afford the services of a healing mage. That's where he knew he was doing the most good. It was in his clinic in the upper quarter at closing where Cassea came to him. She came through the front door, having made an appointment, and no one looking at her would have questioned the need for one. From the dark circles beneath her eyes to the fact that she hid her hands whenever possible so she didn't have to see them shake she looked ill indeed. Even so, the rest of her appearance was as immaculate as would be expected from the house mistress of a noble. Deres found even more respect for her as he was certain she was not the type of woman to have asked for help in that regard, so, despite everything, she'd maintained herself and likely her House, too. Anger and fatigue both reflected in her eyes as she stood opposite him with a small table between them in one of the examination rooms. She reached into her tan cloak and pulled out a black, drawstring pouch, placing it on the table while keeping it in her hand. "I assume this is what I asked you for?" She nodded, her voice quiet as though she weighed each word as a separate betrayal. "Brooch, ring, and a necklace; always worn at official functions, ignored otherwise. They'll ask for them just to see them and make sure they're properly cleaned soon, so you cannot have them for more than a day or two." "I only need them for a few seconds. The spells are already set and stored." Ordinarily she might have asked what it all meant, but it hardly mattered. When he reached for them she tightened her grip and pulled them to her while still leaving them on the table, her eyes burning fiercely like a wild dog trying to warn others away from its food. "First things first, mage." He gave his head a small shake, "After I'm finished, then I'll clear your spell." Even as he spoke, she removed the braided silver and gold necklace she wore and tossed it harshly, it clinking on the table in front of him. "I don't need that," he told her. Her blue eyes suggested she could either scream in rage or burst into tears. "I cannot sleep. I can barely eat. I feel...empty. I feel like I will never feel joy again. All I do is go back to the memories of that day." His voice hardened just a bit. He knew she was fragile and understood why, but his own ends were clear. "And I'll make that end, but not until I get what I need." "I despise you," she spat. He sighed. "We've covered that." Her eyes narrowed, "Are you really so obtuse, pauper? This isn't just a game to make me squirm so you can savor it?" "Perhaps I am, but I genuinely don't know what in the depths you're asking me for." She picked up her necklace and clenched it in her hand, adrenalin giving her a respite from the quavering muscles. "I hate you with all that I am and I hate what you did to me even more." She threw the necklace to her chest as hard as she could in a barely contained rage, "But I want the collar. I \*need\* it. He tried to be civil and understand and he honestly tried not to enjoy it. Even so, a small smile escaped him. Her spine straightened and she stood proud. "Gloat if you wish." Her voice wavered as she touched the truth again, "I can barely function in the world. I'm already a shell that looks like a person, mage. It walks and talks and does its duties, but it's a shell. The only relief I get comes from...touching myself thinking of myself chained, aching for your next question." Her eyes were distant for a moment, "And even that feeling, so powerful that it paralyzes everything but my fingers, is a pale shadow of what was." She looked down at the floor for a moment, "I...cannot go back to a life where that was nothing but a memory. Endless pleasure and all I had to do was be controlled in a way I couldn't stop no matter how hard I fought. To never touch that again..." The thought chilled her. He thought about her words. She had a hand in what was done, but, on one level, she was only serving her House. He knew Tessa would have done no less. "I could and I will take the memory of it from you wish. I have what I need from you. In a few moments you'll be on the street heading home after having the jewelry cleaned. You'll place them back as you always would, without a second thought, and that will be that." "Mercy?" She almost looked amused by the idea. "Stop, or I may actually want to thank you for something. I've thought of that, mage, but having the memory of such feelings taken away is, in its own way, worse than knowing you will never have them again." She gripped the pouch again, "Collar me. Make me feel what I felt before and you can have what you want." The necklace was a pile of coiled metal in his hand before he closed it, "That was a means to an end. If I give you what you want permanently, you would have to be bound to me." "Mistress? Secret whore? I've thought of that, too, Deres. I...accept any terms you offer. I've sacrificed my House to whatever you plan. I knew that, one way or another, I was forfeit as well the moment I left the grounds to come here. Do as you must so long as the feeling of that day never dies inside me." Cassea tossed the pouch to him casually. He looked to see that what was promised was there. Once done, he eyed her curiously, "What keeps me from sending you away as though you had these cleaned as I offered before?" Some of her old confidence returned, "Because you've fucked and been fucked by this body and it offers you its slavery; there's no way you don't take it." He laughed and shook his head, "I do like you." He paused, wanting her to hear and feel the truth of what was coming, "Know that I will treat you well." She shrugged, "Since I'm not sure I will care either way after what is done is done... Tell me one thing though: did you enthrall the general in the same fashion?" He shook his head. "She'd already agreed to marry me in exchange for my help in unraveling the plot. She chose a love spell to help make her life pass more pleasantly, and because she touched some of the feelings that you did, though not by my hand." He thought of her and contentment was simply there, "She also knew before she chose that I love her." He focused on the now. "She is still completely herself though. You will be something slightly less." She nodded, flashing a sardonic grin, "I don't wonder why she smiles more. So she will not care that you have collared me?" "Not at all." Cassea dismissed anything further. "No matter, do what you will." The family trinkets were easily disposed of. Laying them out on the table, he pulled out from his own pocket, one at a time, slips of glass two inches long and about the width of two fingers. Inside, green and red gasses mingled together. Cassea watched as he placed one in his palm and then over each item. A second later the glass broke and the gasses infused themselves in the metal until there was no trace to be found. He hadn't lied when he said it would only take a moment. "Yours will take time," he said, focusing his concentration on the necklace she'd offered, "as I have to start yours from scratch. Be quiet, please." She took a seat from near the door and put it before the table before using it to watch as he created the tool of her enslavement. She watched as light seemed to simply appear from the space between his hand and the necklace and how the metal would move in response to it, sometimes seeming to almost liquify and re-solidify before her eyes as Deres watched the process intently. She saw the light reflecting in his eyes for a long time before she realized some of it was actually emanating from them instead. With nothing to do but wait, the nervousness returned and she rubbed her hands together to calm them. The hollowness returned as well. Rocking slowly seemed to help, but she'd freeze every time the floor decided to creak, fearing that would disrupt his work, though he didn't seem to notice. Cassea sat there for over an hour before the light faded from his hands and he took a deep, cleansing breath and a moment to stretch stiff muscles. She looked up anxiously, "Is it done?" She reached for it and he placed his hand over it. "I like you, Cassea so I did not wish to change much. You will be mostly who you have been, but you will also be mine. Once you put it on, it doesn't matter if you take it off." She snatched it from under his hand and clasped it around her neck. The metal felt different somehow; heavier and warm to the touch. It felt like a lover's caress around her neck. Seconds ticked by but she felt nothing else. Panic set in and she pressed it into her flesh with both hands, "It's not working. The spell is wrong. Fix it! You have to fix it!" Her eyes were saucer wide as she watched him casually take a chair. "Please fix it. Please. I need what it was before. Deres, please." Her tone as she repeated herself alternated from commanding to abject begging. He sat down, leaned forward, and clasped her trembling hands, "Tell me, Cassea Voss, do you still hate me?" She squeaked and her eyes fluttered shut. There it was. It was like standing in a tank that was slowly flooded with water. That was what the warmth felt like as it bubbled upward from her toes and up through her legs. When that heat hit her clit she jerked and froze, her mouth hanging slack. Up it flowed, and when it met her breasts, her nipples hardened to points. When it flowed through her heart, she began to weep. It was different, yet the satisfaction was the same as what she felt that day in the dungeon. When the heat engulfed her mind, she welcomed it and happily drowned in the sea that had claimed her. She opened her eyes, tears still wet on her cheeks. "More than ever." She felt energized and alive in a way she never had before save that day, but she knew now that it would always be a part of her, the fatigue and emptiness gone. The answer pleased him. "To whom do you belong?" "I belong to you, even though you disgust me." Both parts of that answer fired her heart and her body, the loathing of him making even the thought of riding his cock or obeying his whim that much more profane and thrilling. "Good girl." He relished the flush in her cheeks, "Your master's House will be diminished if not gone soon, are you all right with that?" She searched herself; the answering pleased him and contented her, as it kept her on her back, floating in that ocean of control and submission, "No, but..." "But?" "I don't want to prevent it. I want to help you make it happen...because it would please you and I belong to you." {Goddess, the thrill of sacrificing my loyalties and people that I care for to my Master.} "With your House not being what it was soon, I find that I would be in need of an assistant, someone to aid me here, when I may need to travel and, certainly at Court. You'll help me?" "You do seem helpless at Court and I suppose it's in my interest to help you." Instead of wanting to entirely rip the smile from his face, it truly pleased her. That the two feelings co-existed was curious to her. "Once my House ceases to be what it was, I will be able to come to you without suspicion." "I may have you taste Neral," he teased, "just so you know how frigid she is not. I know that you'll resist that." "But I will break." Knowing that was like the long draw of a tongue along her clit. "And you will ride a guttersnipe's cock frequently." She finished the thought, her eyes twinkling in anticipation. "Hating every moment of it and you even as I cum so hard the world closes in." He eyed her with lust and her skin tingled more than it crawled, "I may well ruin the firmness of that belly one day." She bit her lip, feeling the submission and luxuriating in it, "It's yours to ruin." He sent her away thinking of what was to come. Revenge was indeed at hand for those who threatened Neral and that pleased him. In his more immediate future though, was the return home. He would, of course, tell Neral of today and, she would, of course, not be bothered by the turn of events. Bryana, on the other hand, would likely roll her eyes and never let him hear the end of it. That, in its own way, pleased him as well. To Be Continued...

Title: A Girl named Lassy Ch. 4 by Arghos Tags: Beach, Collie, Human, M/F Finally get to the good stuff in the last chapter. This one should be even hotter, becase who wouldnt want to make love to a beautiful, artistic, musician? Anyway whose ready for some fun in the sun? \~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~ Alex stirred as his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, his mind still fuzzy about the nights escapades. He leaned up sluggishly as his nose picked up the intoxicating aroma of bacon and eggs. He shifted to his side and saw Lassys' discarded bathrobe, still in the same place as she threw it when they made love. He stood up and wrapped his own bathrobe around his waist, walking towards the scent of food. He walked into the kitchen and smiled as he gazed at Lassy, leaning over the stove wearing nothing but an apron and panties. she turned around and looked him over, a frying pan of bacon in hand. she smiled sweetly as she set it on the table and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I see your finally up." she whispered as she laid two plates on the table and wiped her hands off with a rag. "And still unable to believe what happened last night." He yelled from the dining room as he found his pants dry and pressed hanging on the chair. "Believe me, the feeling is mutual." He stopped as she sat at the table, gingerly cutting her bacon apart with her fork. He sat next to her and pulled the bacon apart, devouring the delicious, succulent meat. "You're Lassy Gold. The best soft rock singer in the states." He said as he polished off his plate. He didn't know if bringing it up was such a good idea. She looked at him over her coffee and nodded. "And you're Alexander Hawk, a perfectly normal, sweet man that enjoys reading, dancing..." She began with a spark in her eyes. "And one hell of a generous lover." Alex smiled and fiddled with his eggs with a fork, it was strange for him, talking to this woman he had hardly known like a long lost friend. He looked at the clock and quickly stood, noticing that it was 1:00 PM. He had slept through the most part of the day, but for some reason he couldn't care less. "I guess I should be going..." He said half-heartedly, he didn't want to leave. "Oh? I was hoping you'd like to hit the beach today." She sighed. Alex smiled and pointed at himself, pointing out that he hadn't any other clothes to wear. He started to wonder what she would look like in a bathing suit, and the thought of leaving slowly faded. "I unfortunately don't own a bathing suit." Lassy coked her head to the side and looked him over, smiling as she undid the apron and let it fall to the floor. She walked up to him and pressed herself against him, placing a hand against his face as she looked longingly in his eyes. "Well then we can get you one. I have a new bathing suit I think you'll really like." She whispered as she walked to her bedroom with a hypnotizing swing of her hips and tail. She closed the door and Alex leaned against it, listening to her soft, melodic humming. He didn't have anything to do thankfully, and just the thought of being around her was enough to make him not care. He heard her claws drag across the door as the doorknob slowly turned, and the door opened even slower. Alex couldn't help himself as he whistled at Lassy, now sporting a green biking and sarong wrapped around her hips. She looked over her sunglasses and winked at him, spinning around for him to look. "I think we should stay inside." He joked. She licked her lips and placed her hand on her hip, leaning slightly to the side and laughed. "Now there's an idea." Alex walked with her outside the apartment and smiled as they rode the elevator down. Alex couldn't help but grin as the people pointed and whispered. Lassy enjoyed it as well, even going as far as to stop multiple times to answer questions and get her picture taken with Alex. As they walked towards the mall, Alex heard a gasp of astonishment behind him and he turned around only to be confronted with an old acquaintance. "Alex?" Asked a brunette curvaceous woman behind him. Alex looked at the woman and wished to god he hadn't ran into her. "Hello Miranda..." Lassy looked at Miranda and smiled, extending her hand only to have Miranda stare at her coldly. "Who's this Alex?" Miranda asked cooly. "This... This is La-" I began. "Lassy Gold, Alex's Girlfriend." Lassy stated plainly as she grabbed Miranda's hand and shook forcefully. Miranda's eyes widened and a tall man with greasy black and a wife beater placed his arm around her and smiled at Alex. "Finally got over Miranda?" The man scoffed as he looked Lassy over. "Afternoon Tiell." Alex muttered. "And you had to get with a dog to do it?" Tiell laughed. Lassy stepped back and clenched her fists, apparently offended by the comment. Alex stepped forward and slugged Tiell in the face, knocking him to the ground with a satisfying crunch. Miranda looked at Tiell and back to Alex before raising her fist to him. "You little shit! How dare you-" she yelled before having Alex glare at her. "Shut your whore mouth." She looked at him with a shocked expression as he wrapped an arm around Lassys' waist and walked away. Lassy looked at him with a smiled as she pressed herself against him. "I want to rip your clothes off and do it right here." She said with a growl. Alex smiled and just continued to walk, stopping shortly to walk into a store and walk out wearing a un-buttoned polo and brown swim trunks, posing for Lassy as she clapped her hands and whistled. "You know, I find it offensive when people are stereotypical of my kind, but woof." Alex looked at his watch and smiled. "I also picked up a lighter fuel and coal, we can sit fireside on the beach and watch the sunset." Lassy sighed and held his arm, burying her head in his shoulder. "You are so romantic, I love that." They walked down the pier and picked up some ice-cream, and then down onto the warm sand by the cliffs. Lassy pointed to a thin cave opening where they squeezed through, entering a lush, green forested path. "Secret place, when I first joined the band, we went here all the time." Lassy said as she licked her vanilla cone. They wandered down the path and entered a sandy patch of beach guarded on both sides by steep, high cliff faces. Alex wandered the beach and found a good spot to build a fire, while Lassy laid out the towels. The fire kicked in as the two sat side by side on the beach. Lassy laid on the towel face down and unsnapped her bikini and looked over her shoulder at Alex. "You mind?" Alex wasn't sure what she wanted. He couldn't rub sunscreen on her fur, and the sun was setting. "Massage?" She asked expectantly. Alex smiled and leaned over her, kneading her shoulder and running his hands across her back. She sighed as she rested her head on her arms, engulfed in the pleasure of the massage. She grunted and looked back at Alex, flipping over and placing her hands behind her head. "Now the front." She moaned. He placed his hands on her hips, rubbing her sides and moved to her stomach, tentatively massaging her flat stomach and slowly moving up her flat, toned abs. She bit her lower lip as she writhed in pleasure. He moved down and started to kiss her neck, all the while massaging her all over. "If you keep on doing this..." Lassy moaned. "Were gonna miss the sunset." Alex grinned and removed his shirt, laying on top of her and running his hand through her hair. "Would that be so bad?" He whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, her chest pressing tightly against him. "Nothing is bad when I'm in your arms" She pushed him back and slid her thong off, sitting on top of him as she pushed her hair back. "This time, I'm on top." "No argument here." Alex stated as she removed his trunks. She massaged his cock with one hand and played with herself with the other, tossing her head back with a grin. She stared at Alex and cocked her head to the side, slowing her grasp and feeling his member. "Is it just me, or did you get... Bigger?" "Why don't we find out?" She lowered her hips and gasped as he began to enter her, the tightness becoming apparent as he grinned widely. She began to lower her hips faster as the sunset turned to night. As she continued her steady rhythm, Alex felt as if he had died and gone to heave, her heavy breathing like music to his ears. She lowered her mouth to his and gave him a peck before kissing down his neck and planting softer pecks along his chest. The kisses left marks of lingering pleasure that built up slowly, and he felt like he was about to reach the climax when she slid out of him. "No, don't stop." He began. She lowered her head to his wet member and began a slow lick, then brought her hand up and began to fondle his balls. The shift was killing him, he didn't know when he was going to lose it all. "How about something new?" she said as she positioned her breasts between his thighs. "Ever done this before." Alex grunted as she gripped his shaft and moved up and down. Her steady pace slowly got quicker as her tongue slid out and massaged his member. "Lassy! I can't hold on!" He yelled as his legs stiffened up. "Just let it come, I want it." She moaned. Alex cried out as he felt his entire body shook and his hips spasmed, shooting his load into the expectant mouth of Lassy. She breathed heavily as she licked her lips, a smile spreading across her face. "That was amazing." Alex sighed. "I think we should spend a couple hours here, listen to the waves, maybe sleep here." She sighed as she cuddled next to him. "I was thinking Alex, maybe you want to visit the studio with me tomorrow, I know the others would love to meet you." Alex smiled, that sounded great.

Title: Hotel Tags: female audio, female voice, female masturbation, female masturbation audio, female orgasm, female orgasm audio, phone sex, hotel Alone in a hotel room. I call an old fling. Hope you answer.

Title: Down at the Twist and Shout Ch. 04 Tags: brother, sister, incest, anal, sniper, mélette & odélie, twins *My thanks once again to my editor and mentor GrandTeton for his patience and calm determination to teach me the error of my ways; that this story still makes sense at all is due mainly to him and his own highly developed narrative skills. All characters portrayed herein are over 18 years of age. If you liked the story, please vote or comment if you feel moved to do so, and if you didn't like it, please tell me why. This is not a depiction of the real world, it's my story universe, so the characters do or say things differently from how you think they would in the real world, please remember that this is just a story; it's just fun, something I hope will help you while away a quiet hour or so. I hope you enjoy sharing my world with me. beachbum1958* \*\*\*\*\* Justine fanned herself languidly, ineffectively, as the temperature in the cab of the old blue Blazer rose steadily, even with the windows down. Their pace through the maze of tracks and dirt roads was of necessity slow, due in part to the large amount of log debris left over from Katrina, added to by Sandy, Harvey, and subsequent, less destructive, but still bothersome flooding. Most of it was heaped by the roadside in bleached mounds, but the occasional trunk still buried in the muddy, little-used tracks by the storms' fury was enough to make Johnny mindful of his Blazer's suspension. That, and the narrow roads and sharp, unexpected turns and turn-offs that could fool even the best driver, and Johnny was still the best, at least here where he knew every twist and turn. "How much further, Johnny-Bear?" she asked, "I'm just about melting here. What's the temperature out there, baby?" Johnny looked at the almost-reliable binnacle-mounted air temperature gauge and grinned. "This thing says 80 degrees, but I'd say it got to be closer 95 degrees out there; we in the swamp country now, Minou, it get real hot an' humid out here this time o' year, sometimes up high as hundred degrees in the shade. Jes' think cool thoughts, Minou, we be at Lubin's place afore long, he got real icy aircon there, even got backup generator jes' fo' th' aircon fo' when they get browned-out." Justine slumped back in her seat, wriggling her shoulders uncomfortably at the feel of her sweat-damp T-shirt clammy and sticky against her back, but still managing to grin at her Johnny-Bear's exaggerated, bayou-boy accent. "Just make it soon, please, otherwise you're gonna have to scrape me off this seat with a squeegee!" Johnny laughed out loud even as he patted her thigh (her long, smooth, firm, round thigh, noted another part of his brain entirely...) "Don' you worry Minou, we make bayou-folks outta you real soon; jes' remember, it get down to 'bout forty degrees hereabouts come winter; you be rememberin' this heat real nostalgic-like roun' 'bout then!" Justine grinned and fanned herself some more, resigning herself to more of this wretched heat and humidity. Johnny never seemed to think in term of hours and minutes, especially when she tried to get a guesstimate of their arrival time out of him; his standard response always seemed to be 'time be time, li'l gal; we come there when we come there, don'cha-all fret now!" The drive through endless canebrakes and barely visible tracks, lined with huge, tangled honeysuckle bushes, their sweet, heady fragrance heavy in the hot, still air lulled her somewhat, but when they passed through a large stand of Live Oaks, she thought she could hear another engine, one with a different, harsher note than the Blazer's, echoing behind them through the long, winding ranks of hardwoods. She looked inquiringly at Johnny, but he seemed oblivious, his brow wrinkled in concentration as the Blazer bucked and bounced along the uneven surface. "Johnny, there's someone behind us!" she hissed, memories of the three armed men in New Iberia crowding in on her, but Johnny merely nodded. "Likely so, Minou; this ain't no private road or nuthin'; prolly local folks, an' nuthin' to do with us, mos' likely 'shiners; pay no mind to them an' they do likewise; lotsa folks down thisaway got trucks an' this a useful way to 'void the ATF." Justine fretted nervously anyway; after almost running into the people looking for them she was understandably jumpy, so kept an eye behind them, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was back there. The more she listened, the more certain she was that there was another truck coming up behind them, and not making any attempt at concealment, either; whoever it was, they were gunning the motor, almost like they were trying to catch up. As she strained to see anything in the light flickering between the trees, suddenly there it was: a flash of dark orange, no more than a glimpse, but it was out of place against the lush greenery and vivid pink slashes of the bunched honeysuckle blossoms. The flash was enough to confirm that there really was someone behind them, and trying hard to catch up. She looked worriedly at Johnny, but he still seemed completely unconcerned. "Johnny..." she murmured worriedly, but he just shook his head. "Don' worry none, Minou; we almost there, jes' take it easy; I swear, ain't no reason to worry; you see me frettin'? Relax, Angel-May, t'ain't nuthin' to worry 'bout!" The track eventually widened out into a dusty rural road, then met a single lane blacktop. Justine gasped at the view: endless marshy flats, as far as the eye could see, the myriad pools and sloughs shimmering in the sun as light breezes ruffled their surfaces, reflecting imperfectly the cloudless blue above them, like abstract mirrors in the endless flat greenery of the marshes. Johnny pulled over to the side and rested his crossed arms on the wheel. His eyes were distant, far away, his whole posture one of almost complete relaxation. Justine leaned over to check him out, and he smiled at her, a small, almost wistful smile, like he was recalling something from long ago and far away. "Johnny..." she murmured once again, twisting around to scan their back-trail, searching for another glimpse of the vehicle following them, one that she could hear clearly now, but he didn't move, just gazed at the miles of low-lying, swampy marshland and glinting pools, his eyes soft and unfocused. "This where I grew up, Minou..." he murmured, ignoring her worried tone, "this my back yard; me, an' Big Jean, Jean-Nöel, Jean-Martin, Randy Broussard, Ofie LeGay, Mack 'n' Hoagie Doubilliér, couple others, we all come out here catfishin', sticking bullfrogs an' dippin' blue crabs, mebbe a couple mute ducks if we real sneaky-like, an' have us camp-outs, fry up a mess o' legs an' tell ghost stories. Over that way, that where ole Papa Joubert store use to be; Maw-maw Lucianne, his wife, she make the best hot cinnamon candy in Terrebonne; li'l Mel an' Odie allus come on out here with me an' eat fried legs an' candy 'til they sick, then I got to explain to Tante Amice why they so sick an' sticky an' stained-up; boy, she whup me good, but they was still good days..." Justine watched his face as his memory unreeled, seeing the years drop away and the naughty, adorable boy Amice had told her about emerging again; her expression softened at the sight of Johnny so lost in his memories, a side of him she'd only ever seen fleeting glimpses of before. But still that truck coming up behind them worried her; it worried her that they were out here in the middle of nowhere, alone and in the open, that they were only one jump ahead of whoever was looking for them, and that Johnny wasn't in the least bit concerned. Even as she pondered how to snap him out of it, there came the sound she'd been dreading, loud and clear: the other truck had caught up with them, and then an old but immaculate stepside painted a dusky orange, the exact same shade as a ripe persimmon, bucketed around the corner concealing them and purred to a halt right behind them. "Johnny, JOHNNY!!" hissed Justine, punching his arm to wake him out of his reverie as the driver and passenger doors swung open. Johnny roused, looked around and behind him, and grinned. "Stan' down, Justy; Welcome Wagon jes' 'rived!" he grinned. Justine jumped when a pretty brunette girl poked her head into the cab of the Blazer and grinned at her. An equally pretty blonde girl did the same on the driver's side, and Johnny smiled and winked at both of them. "Hi baby-girls, you-all took your time gettin' here; I saw you back up along Bayou Blue, what you do, stop fo' li'l catfishin'?" The blonde girl climbed up on the running-board, grabbed his head, and planted a big kiss on his cheek, then grinned happily. "Well hello to you too, Li'l Jean! We been watchin' your back-trail last thirty mile or so, saw couple sneaky-lookin' trucks with blacked-out glass an' Noo Yawk plates gettin' theyselves lost in the cane; we stayed back a ways an' made sure they good an' lost, jus' in case, then double-back and play tag with you last twenty miles. Hi, my name Mélette," she beamed at Justine. "Jean-Bastiènne here my cousin, that my twin sister Odélie over there, this here Terrebonne Parish an' we the Welcome Wagon! You mus' be Johnny's gal we been hearin' 'bout; all the boys dyin' to meet you, watch them, some o' them kinda wild an' woodsy, they ain't been round anyplace much but they mean well. Tell you the truth, there ain't much to do here in the parish but we makes our own fun!" Justine felt breathless just from listening to the girl rattle away nineteen to the dozen, but she smiled back when the cute little blonde grinned happily at her. "So get yo' ass outta there, John-Boy, where your manners, ain't you-all gonna say 'hello' prop'ly?" Johnny smiled back at her as he unclipped his seat-belt. Justine couldn't help but notice how his whole attitude had changed; now, instead of pensive and careful, he seemed almost boyish, young and happy again. The blonde girl stepped back as he swung the door open, and as he climbed out of the cab, she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist as she hugged him in a neck-breaker. "Whoa, easy there, li'l gal, you ain't no baby no more!" he grinned, staggering back under her weight. As he staggered, Mélette turned her head and winked at Justine, who grinned at Johnny spluttering as he tried to fend off the barrage of kisses she planted on his face and neck. "Get offa me, what wrong with you, baby-girl, I ain't been gone that long, cut it out!" he blustered, mindful of Justine sitting just five feet away, watching a very pretty girl kissing him frenziedly. Mélette smiled at Justine and slid off him, to be replaced by Odélie, who went through the whole performance again, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him just as frenziedly. Johnny managed to untangle himself from the little brunette and kissed both girls on top of their heads as he circled them in his arms. "Damn, it good to see you pair 'gain!" he grinned. "Tante Amice tole me you livin' part-time down near Bayou Boeuf, got yo' own fishin' guide business, coupla pirogues an' a huntin' lodge; I might need to be borrowin' some o' that 'fore long, less'n you-all objectin'?" Odélie hugged him and looked up into his eyes. "Anythin' you need, jest ask; Maw-maw say you got bad trouble trailin' you, I'm guessin' it more than just them idjits we saw gittin' lost in the cane, so we dealin' ourselves in too; you know I can shoot the spots off of a zirondelle at fifty yards with papi's ole Remington, and Mel nasty good wi' that bow an' quiver o' hers; you got us along, I reckon we can make unwelcome comp'ny feel real unwelcome!" Johnny nodded thoughtfully; what Odélie said had merit; she had a true sharpshooter's eye, and Mélette was lethally expert with her compound bow, her favorite hunting weapon; they would indeed be useful to have around. Too bad he wasn't going to allow it; bad enough he and Justine had those people after them, but to drag his baby-girls into it as well? No way, no how, not in a million years. "Lemme introduce you proper, like, to Justine," he hedged. "She my girl, I think you like her. Wait here..." With that, he stepped around the Blazer and popped the passenger door, steadying Justine with his hands around her slim waist as she climbed down from the cab. When the two girls saw her close up for the first time, they smiled broadly. "Li'l Jean-Bastiènne pick a real pretty one, no mistakin'!" smiled Odélie, making Justine blush prettily. Mélette looked closely at her, then reached out and smudged away the concealer under her eye before Justine could avoid her hand, revealing the purpled bruise underneath. Her lips tightened as she did the same on the left side of Justine's jaw, the bruising under the concealer vivid and ugly, clearly outlining the mark of a clenched fist. She spun around to look at Johnny, her eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell this mean, boy? You do this? You gonna tell me she walk into a door, or she 'fell down', an' it was all a accident, cause if you do...!" Justine stepped in front of Johnny, wrapping her arms around his waist even as she recoiled at the hot anger blazing in the blonde girl's eyes. "NO! It wasn't Johnny, my Johnny's never laid a hand on me! It was my husband, ex-husband, I mean, he did this; he did it so he could steal my money, and those people after us, he owed them money, and now they say I owe it to them, and I have to...have to work it off; Johnny was defending me, he got rid of the men threatening me, and now they're after him because he tried to help me! Johnny's the most gentle man I've ever known, and he's never laid a hand on me in anger, I swear!" Mélette looked at her for a long moment, then relaxed; she could see no lie in her eyes, she was telling the truth. Odélie gently took Justine's arm and turned her so she could look at her injuries. "I'm thinkin' John-boy show the men who wanna harm you the error o' their ways, 'm I right?" she murmured, and smiled at the look Justine darted at Johnny. "It OK, I know what Li'l John capable of when he get mad, I seen it once, long time ago..." she shuddered at the memory. "I can guess what he did, but way I see it, he was defendin' his boo'sha; anythin' he did was the right thing to do, so I wouldn't go losin' no sleep over it. We get you back to Noncle Lubin's place, I reckon Tante Maigrette know how to make them bruises go down some." Johnny looked curiously at Mélette, at her flushed face and neck. "Why you so mad, li'l gal? Someone hurt you too?" he asked softly, his eyes hardening when she avoided his gaze. Odélie too looked away rather than meet his gaze. "What happen? You tell me now or we ain't movin' from this spot; who did it?" he asked once more, a hard, clipped edge to his voice even as he watched both girls closely. His voice took on a softer, menacing edge. "I ain't gonna ast no more. Don't be no *tête dur, c'est moi, ton grande frère qui demande, alor' dis-moi maint'nent; je ne t'entends pas!* (don't be hard-headed, this is me, your big brother, asking, so tell me now; I can't hear you!) You gonna tell me who was it, an' whut he do to you, *et co faire* (and why)? Tell me!" Justine's eyes flicked from the girls to Johnny and back, not understanding the rippling, rapid-fire Creole French, but getting what he was saying from his tone. Mélette flushed bright scarlet under her golden tan. "It OK, Li'l John, it been taken care of, we OK, nuthin' much happen, an' it a while back anyways, let's jes' get outta here," she mumbled, then started when Johnny took her arm, gently but firmly pulling her around to look up at him. "Whut happen, baby-girl?" he murmured. Mélette looked up at him, her gaze level and unflinching. "Beginnin' las' summer, me an' Odie decide we gonna go do some dancin', mebbe have a beer or two, so we ask Rafe Guillory an' Hecky Lafontaine to go with us to new place up the bayou at Belle Fourche, place called Harpoon Louie's; it was 'sposed to be a good place, clean, no road-house goin's-on, good music, but we din't wanna go there alone, like, so we asked them two along; we even took Apache, 'cos you don' go to a place like Harpoon Louie's in no farm truck. We got there, we dance with the boys, couple other boys ask us to dance, we havin' fun, and Rafe don't like it too much; he get all in there, telling me I'm his girl an' what I doin' actin' all loose and ready for whatever, so I tell him to blow it out his butt, ain't no universe I knows of where I ever be his girl; walkin' into a bar with him don' give him no rights over me, he jus' my frien' an' escort an' nuthin' else, so back off, go get a beer, ask some girl fo' dance, there plenty to choose from, an' we be cool." She paused, her eyes far away and dark with remembered fear. "He drug me outside, Hecky try stop him, he punch him out an' come after me, gimme couple good licks, made me see stars for sure. When I see straight again, I see Rafe down on his back, his face all blood; Odie must a' had Papi's Remmy in back o' the truck the whole time, 'cause she standin' over him with that rifle stuck in his eye; she hit him with the butt while he whalin' on me, an' she had her finger on the trigger an' all; I really thought she gonna blow his brains out, I know how light that trigger is, an' I jes' knew I was gonna see murder done." She looked fearfully at Johnny, at his set expression and icy gray eyes, and continued. "Bartender must have called the police. Nex' thing I know Randy Broussard show up, I remember he yo' frien' when you young; he one a' his daddy's deputies now, he listen to us, Hecky bear me out, so Randy take Rafe away, an' Hecky take me to ER at Thibodaux Regional, then take us home. When I get home an' maw-maw see them bruises, she go crazy, roundin' on Hecky, even though he all busted-up too, blamin' him, start callin' ever'one an' tellin' them whut Rafe done, an' how they got to help her drag him off somewhere so's she can make gator-bait outta him; Odie got to take her twelve-gauge and hide it in the truck otherwise she gonna end up in jail too. When I saw Justine's face all bruised-up like that, it just brung it all back." Johnny stared at her, his lips compressed in a thin line, but his face otherwise expressionless. Mélette looked sideways at him, and her eyes widened. "NO! You leave it be, John-Boy, it done and settled, don' go makin' things worse! I know that look, don' be stupid, Johnny, you got enough, an' bigger trouble on yo' ass!" She dimpled, her eyes dancing, "'sides, Mack Doubilliér an' Jean-Martin go an' remonstrate with him, an' his leg kinda got broke by accident..." Johnny raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. "How well you know Macky D?" Mélette dimpled again. "For shame, Johnny, you-all know ladies don' talk 'bout such things! Le's jes' say we been...close, an' leave it at that; he cute, he clean, an' he know how to behave hisself around ladies; 'sides, he know he get rough he gotta 'splain hisself to you, an' he never gonna be ready for that kinda trouble!" Johnny suddenly realized the girl had expertly deflected him from forbidding her, both of them, from tagging along, something he remembered she was always good at. The little blonde stared at him challengingly, and with a sinking heart he realized they had both dealt themselves in, and there was nothing he could do about it. Odélie grinned and slipped her arm through his, and pulled him down so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. "Now that all settled, time we got headed outta here; them idjits following still ain't too far behind, so we best get movin', it still a fair way to Bayou Petit Gaillou." \* Justine's first sight of Johnny's uncle Lubin was a shock; apart from the obvious age-difference, she could have been looking at his exact double, they looked that much alike. Lubin was gray, with a craggy brow, the only real sign of age, otherwise he seemed as hale and fit as Johnny; when he smiled, he had that same infectious, boyish grin, his voice was as soft and unobtrusive as Johnny's, and the same clear gray eyes that seemed to look right through her. She remembered Johnny telling her that Lubin was his daddy's oldest brother, father of the three Jean's; Jean-Nöel, Jean-Martin, and Johnny's namesake, Jean-Bastiènne, and she'd laughed out loud when he'd told her his uncle had given them all the same name so he could be sure at least one would come running if he ever needed a hand and yelled out "Hey Jean, git over here, boy!" When she'd stepped out of the Blazer, Lubin had looked hard at her, his grin slowly freezing as his eyes flicked from her to Johnny and back again. He started to say something, but seemed to think better of it, instead shaking hands with both of them, while giving Johnny a meaningful look and a quick nod toward the barn. Justine caught the by-play and wondered if he'd caught-on to who she was, because he certainly seemed to recognize her. However, Lubin's wife, Johnny's Aunt Maigrette, a sweet, motherly woman had shown no surprise or distaste, she'd just clucked sympathetically while gentle fingers explored her bruises. She led Justine into the house to make up some poultices and dressings from herbs and roots she guaranteed would take down the swelling and reduce the bruising; Justine fell in love with her almost at first sight, helped along by the obvious love and affection she had for Johnny. With the ladies out of the way, Lubin turned to Johnny. "Li'l Jean, mebbe my eyes are getting' kinda old an' rheumy, but I gotta say, that there li'l gal sure look familiar; somethin' you-all wanna tell me, boy?" Johnny met his gaze squarely. "Her name Justine, sir, she my girl, an' she in trouble, that's all I gotta say; you already know who she is, sir, otherwise why you askin'?" Lubin grinned. "Ever' time you do that I see your daddy standin' there; you only say what you need to say, when you need to say it, jes' like him. Okay, yeah, I know who she is, so I gotta ask: why? There gotta be million girls in New York, why her? I mean, I got nothing agin her, I remember her mama a sweet gal, your daddy did well to find a gal like her, an' she seems like she got the same nature as her mama, she certainly got her looks, but you gotta know there's other, safer gals to take up with. Why her, Li'l Jean?" Johnny grinned, looking the spitting image of his daddy, that same twist of his lips as his daddy, something Lubin couldn't fail to see. "Well sir, I don' rightly know, an' that's the truth; one day it struck me; she an' I, we got so much together, we fit together like we was supposed to be that way; we ain't never had no angry words between us, I don' know how to get mad at her, 'cos everything she do seems like it's the right thing to do, an' she know I ain't never gonna hurt her, mistreat her, or leave her regrettin' a single minute with me; we 'sposed to be together, I feel it deep down inside, an' she feel the same. Now, you can call it what you like, but it don' change the facts none; we together, an' we stayin' that way." Lubin nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Well said, boy. I kinda knew you was gonna say somethin' like that, but I jes' wanted to hear you say it. If you come out with somethin' about how she no-one special, she hot so you goin' for it, an' she jus' there until the real one come along, you'd be over that rail an' I'd have whupped you with a plow-line! I dunno what you wanna call what you doin', and I dunno where it goin', but you seem certain in your mind, an' set in your way, so I guess you got to do this your way. I'll talk with Audhémar, he prolly see things the same way, so we talk with his boys an' mine, an' mebbe we work out somethin'...appropriate to entertain them fellers follerin' you; Audhémar got a real inventive mean-streak, lessee if'n we can tempt him an' his boys to get creative!" \* Once dinner was out of the way, Justine and Maigrette chatted and did the washing up while Johnny and Lubin talked about what they were going to do next. Johnny was hopeful his contacts in the Orleans Parish Sheriff's Department could help him, but Lubin wasn't so sure. "Li'l Jean, I got call this mornin' from Jacques Broussard over to Houma, telling me he got a slew o' so-called tourists drivin' rental cars with New York plates wanderin' aroun' town askin' questions 'bout the bayou country, and particular 'bout you; coupla real obvious gunnies tried to put the arm on your tante Félice at the Stop 'n' Shop, tellin' her they was ole friends an' they wanna see you, asking 'bout where you are, where you live, who your frien's an' family is, and gettin' real insistent about it; she hit the button, time he got there they gone, but there's more, and seems like more arrivin' every day." He paused to pour himself a glass of clear spirit, grinning when Johnny declined a glass; he knew what was in that glass alright, and he wanted to keep a clear head. Lubin threw back his drink, and continued. "Jacques an' me had a think about where these New York boys gittin' their information, an' how they find out so quick that you from the Atchafalaya, an' mebbe you headin' back this way, 'cos accordin' to you it only been a few days, a week, give or take, since you blew outta New York, and yet they already here in the parish. How they get onto you so quick? Jacques think they got someone, maybe more'n one, in the Orleans Parish sheriff's department. That bein' so, I reckon contactin' anyone up there, even yo' oldes' frien', might be a real bad idea." Johnny chewed his lip, thinking about what they were going to do next. "Noncle Lubin, way I see it, it's time to take the fight to them; this my home, everyone hereabouts my kin, Justine my girl, an' I'm damned if I gonna let bunch a hired guns an' no-good druggie button-men come down here an' take any o' that away. They wanna dance, let's give them a prom-night they ain't never gonna forget!" Lubin grinned wolfishly. "Damn, boy, I jes' knew you was m

y kin! You took the words right out of my mouth! How you wanna do this?" Johnny looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned. "My original plan was to take them down to Ghost Lake, no-one lives permanent-like down there, so they be easy to spot an' trail, an' kinda pick them off as they stick their heads up; it be like playin' 'Whack-A-Mole' at the fair, only this time we whack 'em, they go down permanently; all them swamps and sloughs 'round there, places no-one ever been before, a body could get lost real permanent, real quick. Ain't no-one gonna come lookin' for 'em, not in that country, so with any luck we gonna sack 'em an' rack 'em, an' the 'gators an' catfish gonna think Thanksgivin' come early!" Lubin's eyes gleamed happily. "That just the kind a thing your daddy woulda said; he warn't one to take stuff like this lyin' down neither. I'm takin' Maigrette over to Audhémar's place with me tonight, things bein' what they are, I'd feel a lot better if she was with me tonight, but them two young hellions is out there someplace close-by, they spends mos' their lives livin' wild in the boonies, so they be jes' fine campin' out, it a fine night, an' mebbe you and your gal c'n sleep easy tonight knowin' they keepin' a eye on your back-trail." \* Justine stretched luxuriously, grinning happily all the while. "You weren't lying about the air-con, baby; it's wonderful!" she smiled. "I'd just about forgotten what 'cool' meant, but this is so great!" She let the bathrobe slip from her shoulders and fall in a soft heap around her feet, posing artfully in all her nakedness for him. "'Course, now I'm feeling a little chilled; can you think of a way to warm me up again, Big Bear?" Johnny licked his lips; no-matter how many times he saw her naked, each time was like the first; her clear, creamy-pale skin seemed to glow with an inner light, making her jet-black hair seem almost blue-black against her white shoulders and her small, perfect breasts tipped with pert, stiff brown nipples danced enticingly, giving him a delicious tightness in his groin. Justine winked at him and pirouetted, turning through a complete 360, showing him the rest of her tight body. Johnny's mouth watered at the quiver of her taut, globular little bottom, each cheek calling out to him to cup and squeeze them as his drank her ruby lips and feasted on her beautiful little breasts. Justine had habitually kept herself waxed, but now her pubes were beginning to grow-out again, a sexy delta of soft, silky little hairs, dark like the hair on her head, pointing to her secret place, and Johnny wondered what it would be like, how it would feel to part those fine silken threads and probe her hidden lusciousness with his tongue. "You getting any ideas yet, Johnny-Bear?" she murmured, smiling happily as he reached for her and gently pulled her closer by clamping his hands around her bottom. Justine gasped softly as he carefully nipped her tense nipple with his lips even as he squeezed, lifted, and separated her buttocks, momentarily stretching her little balloon-knot open. "That's fine and all, but you can do better, Big Bear; show me!" she whispered, brushing her nipples against his face, enjoying the feel of the taut little nubs dragging across his faint stubble. As she teased him, her hands fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, but finally she hooked her thumbs in the sides and slid them down. His erect cock swung upright, smacking in the palm of her hand. Justine smiled and licked her lips as she slowly began to fist him. "This looks interesting, Johnny-Bear; can you think of anything I could do with it?" she drawled, grinning at his agonized expression. With that teasing expression still on her face, Justine dropped to her knees, to gently kiss the side of his tumescent shaft. Johnny's breath hissed between clenched teeth as she darted swift little kisses all over his erect cock as she gently fisted him. Justine looked up, her eyes big and innocent, something she knew he had no defences against, and slowly, deliberately slid her plump, naturally red lips over the purple head of his straining cock. Johnny shuddered as an almost electric thrill pulsed through him; his face reflected his agonized arousal as the soft, wet heat of her mouth slipped up and down on his shaft as she bobbed her head. His instinct was to meet her suckling with thrusts of his own and it took all his willpower to remain motionless, although his thighs and buttocks ached with the strain of not moving, not forcing himself further into that hot, wet succulence engulfing his manhood. Justine could feel him tensing, she could tell his climax was near, so she backed off; a quick nip with her fingernails to the base of his straining cock backed him off as well, taking him down a couple of notches; much as she loved and craved the taste of his spunk, that wasn't what she wanted this night; it had been too long since she and her man had played in complete safety, and knowing they were, for now, anyway, safe and protected had made her horny; she wanted her Johnny-Bear to take her to see the elephant... Johnny picked up almost subliminally on her need; her little glances, half smiles, teasing little looks, a million things too small or subtle to describe, these all added together to one thing; his Justy wanted to make love like before, the way they hadn't been able to since this madcap, helter-skelter flight from danger had begun. With Johnny, to think was to do, and so he took her hand and raised her from her kneeling position, his hand gently squeezing her buttock as he pulled her close for a kiss. His hands roamed over her as they kissed, caressing, exciting, enticing, and suddenly she knew what she wanted, more than anything. "Taste me, Big-Bear!" she breathed, "It's been so long, eat me, make me howl, you bad, bad man!" Johnny needed no further encouragement, and when Justine drew him to the bed, he held her behind her knees as she lay back, spreading her thighs so he could gaze once more at the pink little jewel nestled in a bed of downy, silky black hairs, dewy and delicious. Justine closed her eyes as his big, warm hands held her legs wide open, her hips gently wriggling as she sensed rather than saw her man leaning over her, the knowledge he was staring at her pink jewel feeding her arousal. Johnny paused, letting her scent fill his nostrils and percolate through his brain. Knowing she was so aroused raised his own level of arousal; she wanted him to taste and eat her, but what he most wanted to do was to savagely plow into her, hold her down and ram himself into her again and again and fill her with his seed as she writhed and shuddered beneath him; only his basic nature, the things that made him her 'Johnny-Bear', kept him from treating her so, even as her scent drove him almost mad with need for her. Later, later, his mind told him; first things first, and her sweet, spicy, delicious aroma told him what she wanted. Justine gasped softly, shuddering with delight as his tongue gently lapped at her; Johnny ran the flat of his tongue from the tight little crease of her anus to the stiff little nub just beginning to poke out from its pink cloak. Justine cried out softly, a mewing little cat-cry of agonized delight as his tongue brushed her clitoris, a sharp jag of pleasure shooting through her to buzz in her stiff, throbbing nipples. "Again...oh yes, again, Johnny!" she gasped, and Johnny was only too happy to oblige, while Justine writhed in ecstasy as his lips and tongue sent bursts of pleasure bulleting through her. Johnny kept licking and nibbling her, because she tasted so good, so sweet, and tangy, and fresh, and a million other soft, subtle tastes, but also because the feel of the soft growth of silky hairs teased and tickled his tongue. Justine held his face against her, grinding her wet, succulence against his probing tongue and torturing lips, feeling the first stirrings of orgasm uncoil inside her. Johnny, so completely in-tune with her feeling and emotions, felt it too, and so he feasted on her, driving her onwards and upwards, never letting-up in his quest to pleasure his woman the way she wanted. Justine was gasping like a long-distance runner, she was close, so he rasped his tongue one last time over the stiff, juicy nub of her clitoris. Justine stiffened as her climax blazed through her, pleasure so extreme she couldn't even give voice to it, or so she thought; her hearing, eyesight, every sense she possessed shorted-out as all her circuits blew wide-open. Her body shuddered and trembled as wave after wave of pleasure verging almost on pain crashed and surfed through her, to break against the walls of her mind and blow in once again, battering her with pleasure only her Johnny had ever given her, and then everything went dark as she floated in a warm and peaceful somewhere, feeling like everything in her world was better than fine, it was perfect. Justine heard Johnny calling her, from what seemed a long way away, his voice faint and barely heard above the roaring in her head, but eventually his words began to make sense through the fog dulling her senses. "What...? Johnny Bear, what happened? I was feeling so wonderful, then it all kind of went...I dunno, I mean, did I fall asleep, or something? How long...?" she murmured a little muzzily. Johnny's face swam into focus above her, his worried frown giving way to a relieved smile. "You OK now, Minou, I got you now. Girl, you scared me! One minute you humpin' like it's goin' out of fashion, nex' thing I knows you-all let out a scream like a bobcat in a snare an' pass out! I tho't I done sumthin' real bad, you laying there like dead thing, barely breathin', eyes all turned-up an' white, an' all I could think was whut in Hell I'm gonna tell tante Maigrette when she find you lookin' like you moonstruck!" Justine smiled as she held out her arms to him. "Special kind of bayou-magic you've got there, Johnny Bear! Now how about I show you some of mine?" Johnny grinned as she fondled his aching erection. "I thought you never ask, li'l gal!" \* About 200 yards upwind of the house, in their secluded campsite concealed in the angle of two huge Cottonwoods and hidden from the road, the twins smiled at each other. "She kinda noisy..." observed Mélette, her softly jealous tone making her sister grin. "You a fine one to talk, Miss Mélette Ysabeau Gaudet de Cormier, spinster o' the parish," smiled Odélie, "considerin' the noises you an' Macky D. useta make; I swear, near on ever'one in the parish knew what you two was doin'!" Mélette rose up on her elbow to throw her backpack at the grinning girl but then she paused, sniffing the air. Odélie too froze, snuffing the air delicately, her nostrils flaring as she caught what her sister was scenting. The breeze had shifted, blowing now from the direction of the road, and the usual night scents had a new component, one that shouldn't be there. "You gettin' this too, hun?" breathed Mélette, and Odélie nodded. "Uh-huh, two, mebbe three, up high somewhere, prolly up on the knoll along White Oak trail, it the only place hereabouts high 'nuff see along the road on both directions; only city-boys gonna go huntin' smokin' cigars an' wearing cologne smellin' like a whore's boudoir; what they do, shower in the stuff? You reckon we should slide over there an' give them somethin' to sleep on, permanent, like?" The blonde girl shook her head. "Nope; they ain't goin' nowhere tonight, not while it dark; they can't show lights, not up on the knoll, they know people gonna see them from miles away, so they gonna sit tight an' wait for first light; they prolly settin' up as spotters for the rest of them fellers we followed through the canebrakes, so they ain't goin' nowhere 'til them other fellers show up. Leave 'em be, we move in when they on the move, but they surely ain't goin' nowhere for now, so you get some sleep, hun; if nuthin' happen I'll wake you in four hours." \* Johnny woke, as always going instantly from fast asleep to fully awake, no drowsy transition or warm half-awake state, to a world still gray in the pre-dawn light. He grinned as he looked around the familiar room, one he'd slept in so many times during his boyhood days; everything was the same; the same pile of dog-eared old Zane Grey and 'Sudden' paperbacks, Jean-Nöel's stacks of baseball magazines, Sports Illustrated's, and National Geographic magazines, the same pile of batting helmets, mitts, and stack of bats in one corner, and the same small shelf with a row of sporting trophies. The only difference between those happy days and now was his truly epic erection, and the svelte, creamy-skinned naked girl spooned fast asleep against him, hugging her pillow with her pert, beautiful little rump thrust up so provocatively. The image of innocent, yet smolderingly sexy young womanhood was almost more than he could bear; he had to almost pinch himself to remind himself that he was awake, not dreaming, and that this beautiful, sexy girl was his. Hard on the heels of that thought came another, and, smiling at what he was doing, he slowly slid down the bed, to softly kiss the sexy, outthrust pair of buttocks. Justine stirred, the faintest "Mmmm..." escaping her lips as she smiled in her sleep. Johnny froze; waking her just yet wasn't part of his plan. When he was sure she was fast asleep again, he began gently kissing the soft, plush globes again, slowly urging her onto her stomach, kissing and licking more insistently in the cleft between her taut ass cheeks. Still fast asleep, Justine began pushing back against him, obviously feeling something as he kissed, then rimmed her gently, squirming in her sleep as his tongue-tip brushed and teased her taut, creased little pucker. Justine stirred, her thighs drifting apart, and Johnny smiled to himself; his plan had worked! Slowly, gently, with almost feather-like delicacy, his tongue tip probed the soft flesh exposed between her open legs. Justine squirmed, smiling her sleep-smile as whatever she was dreaming about jibed with the feel of Johnny's tongue and lips gently probing her most intimate parts. Johnny lapped at her, enjoying the taste of her, dizzy with the scent of her arousal and horny beyond belief; his instincts were to yank her legs apart and jam himself into her, but he was in complete control of his instincts. They'd played this game before, and he wanted to pleasure his girl, to play with her, to tease and gently torment her, because when they did finally make love, it would be, like every time they did this, a truly next-level experience. Licking, kissing, probing deeper and longer with his tongue, he slowly worked-up the sleeping girl, her increasingly outthrust buttocks making it easier for him to probe and tease, while her hands clenched and unclenched as what he was doing to her worked its way through her and into her dreams. When he heard her gasp, he grinned happily as he bored in even more firmly, holding her smooth thighs apart while her pelvis writhed and danced. Her hands found her breasts, fast asleep though she was, tugging and squeezing her stiff nipples as dream-state merged with reality, her body telling her that dream sex was becoming real. Johnny saw this, how close she was, and slid two fingers into her damp and fragrant pussy. Justine's eyes snapped open as the shock of orgasm powered through her, a wail of purest ecstasy escaping her lips as she rode the crest, eyes squeezed tight-shut and tears like tiny crystals glimmering on her eyelashes as she tugged and squeezed her nipples even more frenziedly, rolling her climax on and on, while Johnny, all pretense of subtlety dropped, jammed his mouth against her damp and dewy pussy as hard as he could, rasping his tongue against her clitoris and jolting her into yet another wave of almost unbearable pleasure. Another wail, louder, harsher than the first burst from her lips as she shuddered and trembled, caught in the huge bow-wave of pleasure that crashed through her, swamping her senses with pulse after pulse of hot delight. As the tremors and aftershocks of release trembled and swirled inside her, Justine became aware of Johnny still poised above her, his lips kissing her back, between her shoulder-blades, the curve of her neck where it joined her shoulder, soft, delicate nibbles that woke a storm of gooseflesh all over her skin, still sensitive as it was after such a massive climax. More obvious even, was the feel of his thick cock pulsing in the cleft between her buttocks, the flesh hard and hot, ready for release of its own. Without thinking, Justine reached behind her to encircle his shaft with her fingers, squeezing and gently fisting him, rubbing the seeping, glossy tip of the shaft around her velvety anus, her movements becoming more insistent with every stroke of his cock. "You-all sure you want to go there, Minou...?" Johnny whispered, "You don' have to baby girl, I'm jus' happy you wan' me 'tall! We c'n do this 'nother time, baby, ain't no rush!" he breathed. Justine grinned at the concern in his voice. "I know I don't have to Johnny-Bear, but I want to; every part of me owns every part of you, and everything I have is always only for you; I want this, baby, I want you to have me like this, I want you to always want me like this, and any other way you want; we're us now, Johnny-Bear, not just me and you!" As she spoke, Justine stuck her bottom out even as she pulled her buttocks apart, showing him her tightest hole, slicked and lubricated with his pre-cum as it winked at him. Johnny pushed forward, easing himself into her millimetre by millimetre, ready to pull back at the first sign he was hurting her, but if he was, Justine showed no sign of it, only her lip caught sexily between her teeth as his thick cock slid slowly, unstoppably into her most secret place, until he could go no further, buried to the hilt in her tight, hot anus. "That wasn't so bad!" she grinned, flexing her internal muscles and squeezing him for a second. Johnny's eyes almost popped out of his head at the sensation; his cock was already squeezed into her glove-tight behind, the velvet grip holding him more firmly than anything ever had before, and the added pressure almost made him shoot his load there and then. "Don' do that, Minou...jes' please, don't..." he murmured, lost in contemplation of the sight of his fat cock buried inside the taut, firm little bottom, her anal ring stretched obscenely tight and glistening around him; that sight alone was almost enough to make him lose it, and he didn't want that; if they were going to do this, like this, he wanted to savor the experience. "Well, Bayou-Boy; you gonna fuck me or stare?" taunted Justine, just loud enough to jar him out of his mesmerized gaze at the sight before him, followed by a gasp as he slid himself almost out of her, then pushed back in, watching her globular buttocks quiver as he reamed her tight ass. His hands slid up her waist, to cup and squeeze her small, perfect breasts, pulling her against him as he increased his pace, jamming himself into her harder and harder with each thrust while Justine moaned and squealed and gasped with each stroke of his cock inside her. How long they strained and hammered together in such a primitive, primal, taboo way neither knew nor cared; the sex was all, two lovers coupling frenziedly as though their lives depended on it. At some point they had risen up, and now Justine was sitting astride her kneeling man, his hands clamped firmly around her breasts as she rode him as hard as she could, her hands locked behind his neck to give herself greater leverage as she slammed herself up and down on his straining cock, slipping him almost out and then back into her as she rode him, both of them lost in their own world of sexual bliss. Justine could feel him shortening his stroke; her Johnny was almost there, just a little more, so she began muttering, demanding, telling him what she wanted. "That's it, baby, give it to me, fill my ass, fill it up, make a baby in me, Johnny give me an ass-baby, breed me, Johnny-Bear, breed your little sister's ass, cum in me and fill me, do it, do it DO IT!!" Johnny lost his last shreds of control at his sister's words, his body going rigid as every single muscle froze, locking him in place with his cock swelling to jam inside that impossibly tight place as spurt after spurt of sperm gushed and blasted out of him and deep into Justine's tight little ass, doing what she'd asked for, pumping his seed deep inside her ass, breeding her the way she'd demanded. At the feel of his cock jamming and pulsing deep inside her, Justine too froze, orgasm once more blazing through her, blinding and deafening with its intensity, what felt like every muscle and tendon vibrating like harp-strings, each one tuned to a subtly different note, blending into one great, swelling chord, an upwelling of unbearable pleasure from deep in the bedrock of her. Justine slumped forward and would have collapsed bonelessly if Johnny hadn't had his arms around her, holding her to him as every last drop of his seed pulsed, and finally slowed to a trickle inside her. All he could do was hold her up, too dazed and mind-shattered by what had just happened to fully connect yet with the real world, only held upright by instinct. As his head cleared he finally released his grip on her, allowing her to relax as he followed her down, his cock still tightly clasped in her anus. When he started to withdraw, Justine gasped and whined, her limbs twitching and shuddering in time to the mini-orgasms whirling through her again, curling and uncurling in a dance of pleasure and pain, bringing back to her some of the mind-searing intensity of what had just occurred. They lay in silence for long minutes, hearts slowing and lungs working more and more normally as sense and cognition slowly returned, until Justine mustered enough energy to smile happily at him. "Whooo, Johnny, what did you do to me?" she quavered, still too mind-blown for anything smarter or sassier, and Johnny, his mind equally scattered, could only gather her closer and kiss her neck, her shoulders, the base of her throat, and the shallow valley between her small, firm breasts, his kisses calming her, and him, collecting his thoughts and feelings after such a cataclysmic orgasm. Johnny smiled happily, struggling to remain awake after such a huge expenditure of energy, his arm cuddling Justine to him even as the tiredness ebbed, and strength flowed back into him. He grinned at her, once more fast asleep, tired-out after such an energetic session, checked the time, and slid carefully out of bed; while Justine slept he wanted to think about their next move and a cool shower would help him gather his thoughts. Just as he stepped into the shower, Justine slipped in next to him. "Hi Hot-shot, what's the plan for today?" she grinned, pinching his ass and grinning at him. Johnny yanked her under the spray-head, grinning as she gasped at the torrent of cold water. "Listen-up, li'l gal," he began. "We cain't stay here too long; this place way too close to main road; one way or 'nother they gonna come down this way, an' I shore don't wanna wait 'round fo' when they do show up; I was gonna slide over Houma way, see Maw-maw, but they idjits been there 'ready, they think we gone there they gonna show up in force, so me an' Lubin and some o' the boys gonna let them trail us down to Ghost lake, an' jump them there; I reckon what we do there gonna make them goons think twice 'bout messin' with me an' my family!" Johnny towelled off and pulled on his shorts; right now he needed some thinking-alone time, a habit of his Justine respected, so while she set about getting them some breakfast, Johnny wandered out onto the veranda to watch the sluggish bayou while he thought. He was deep in thought, thinking about what had happened this last week, where they'd been and what they'd learned, where they were going, when Justine, dressed in nothing but boy-shorts and a light robe, snapped him out of his reverie by handing him a coffee. He smiled to see her so innocent, yet so sexy, and took a sip of the bitter brew, completely unaware that even as they stood on the veranda in the morning sunshine and sipped their coffee, a professional killer with a high-powered sniper-rifle was lining-up a head shot on him. \* Mélette and Odélie broke camp silently, brushed down the area and hid all sign they'd been there, then flitted through the woods, heading for the wooded knoll on the White Oak Trail. A hundred yards from where the trail diverged from the main road, Odélie froze, one foot in the air, her hand up to silence Mélette. Both girls listened intently, then Odélie made a circling gesture with her raised hand, pointing first left then right, Mélette understood immediately; the men on the knoll were on the move, moving in closer to the house, so she would circle around to the left in front of them and Odélie would do likewise to the right, and jump them before they reached the house. Both girls set off, Odélie with her Remington cocked and the safety off, and Mélette with an arrow nocked ready. Odélie made contact first; about two hundred yards from the house she spotted a city thug sneaking through the woods, the reek of tobacco and overpowering cologne confirming it was one of the men from the knoll, so she circled ahead of him, clambered up into a huge old Live Oak on the trail he'd have to use, and waited for him to come blundering by. When he showed up, she could see he was alert for trouble, constantly scanning the terrain around him. He should have looked up. As he walked under the big branch she was crouched on, Odélie dropped square on him, her knee between his shoulder-blades sending him flying, while his own rifle flew off somewhere into the underbrush. Odélie clubbed him on the back of the head with her rifle-butt as he went down, and shoved her rifle muzzle up under his chin when he rolled over on his

back to see who had jumped him. "Don't you-all move less'n y'all want a big hole in yo' favorite head, boy!" she grinned. "This my daddy's old Remington and she got a real sensitive trigger, so you be smart, or you be dead, you hear me, boy?" So saying, she gave the distinctive triple *'Kee-weet, Kee-weet, Kee-weet'* call of the yellow-bellied flycatcher, repeating it twice. Meanwhile, Mélette had caught up with his partner, a young man no older than herself, with what looked like an expensive, high-end, high-tech sniper rifle. She watched him cast around for a place to rest the rifle bipod for a clear shot, but finding nowhere suitable, instead took a length of rope from his pack and tied it around a tree at about shoulder-height. Mélette frowned, unable to work out just what the hell he was doing, but when he pushed the muzzle of the rifle through a loop twisted in the rope, she suddenly understood what he was up to; he was giving himself a stable rest to take his shot. As far as Mélette was concerned, it had already gone too far; this creep was setting up a kill-shot. She realized she could clearly see Johnny and Justine on the porch, about four hundred yards away, so that meant that paid killer could as well; it was time to act. As the man started to line up his shot, she put a razor sharp, broad-head hunting arrow through his trigger-hand, pinning it to the tree he was leaning against. The killer screamed, and as he tried to yank the deeply embedded arrow out of the tree, she shot him again, this time in the buttock. The man gave another howl as he dropped to his knees, and squealed once more as the arrow through his hand kept him hanging against the tree. Mélette grinned and stood up; scratch one killer. The sniper's eyes bugged when he saw it was a pretty little blonde girl who'd shot him and tried to grab his rifle with his uninjured free hand. Before he could reach it, Mélette was standing in front of him. He froze when she pushed the razor-sharp tip of an arrow into his nostril just far enough for him to feel how sharp it was. "I wouldn't boy; now just you lemme see what we got here..." Without taking her eyes off him, Mélette unhooked his rifle and looked it up and down, and worked the bolt to eject the round in the breech. "This look real expensive; that right, boy?" she murmured, and when he nodded, she smiled brightly at him. "Bet it shoots real accurate too; looks like you c'n hit purty much what you wants from a ways out, 'm I right or am I right?" The thug nodded fearfully, wondering where she was going with all this. "That's just too bad, hun; I 'spose I could give this to one of the boys, but it ain't no use to them. See, they hunters, they kill to put food on the table, an' when they kill, they thank th' Lord for his bounty in providin' for their family; they don' murder from concealment. This thing here made for murderin' folks, an' that's all it was made for; there ain't no other reason for it to be; none the boys gonna want nuthin' to do with it; it's dirty, an' it's evil, an' we don' need stuff like this down here, sooo... " With that, and before he could blink, she'd swung the rifle by the barrel and smashed it against the tree with all her might. ABS shattered and splintered as she repeatedly slammed the sinister-looking rifle against the tree until it was just a mass of plastic shards and bent metal components. "There, now it's clean..." she murmured, tossing the wreckage far out into the bayou. "Nex' thing is, I gotta deal with you, so..." She pulled out her huge, custom-made Randall Bowie knife, the 'Confederate' model, with its eleven-inch, razor-sharp clip-pointed blade and brass knuckle-bow, one of a pair that Johnny had given the girls for their 18th birthday, intending to cut the arrow-shaft out of his hand, but he took one look at the huge blade and fainted dead away. "What in Sam Hill...?" she muttered, but then shrugged; if he was out cold he wasn't going to be all squirming and crying and telling her how much it hurt, so she set to. When he came around, he found she'd zip-cuffed him securely, with his hands behind his back, taken the rope he was going to use as a stable base for his shot and tied it around his neck, then around the tree, immobilizing him, strapped his ankles together with his own belt, dressed the arrow-wounds in his hand and backside, and thrown his pants, boots and socks away. As he focused on her, they both heard a repeated squittering bird call, and, after a pause, the sound of a rifle-shot, and Mélette smiled. "Who are you?" he asked, terrified. "I saw 'Southern Comfort', I know what you people are like, please don't let your clan have me, I'll do anything you want..." Mélette frowned and prodded him with the alloy shaft of the arrow she'd taken out of his hand. "You lucky I'm the shy, retirin' type, or I might take offense at that! That there birdsong an' shot mean yo' friend face down in the swamp, or he wish he wus. Now you tell me sumthin'; jes' whut kinda stupid city-boy idjit are you anyway? You an' yo' fancy guns come slitherin' around here bein' all sly an' thinkin' you all that, but these here swamplands is dangerous enough for you an' yore kind without you-all lookin' to go fussin' with my folks. You lucky I got you first, ain't no tellin' what else is a-trailin' you, or even sittin' right next to you this deep in, jes' waitin' for you to do somethin' all-fired stupid; look here..." She whirled and raised her bow, with an arrow already nocked, and in one quick release shot another of her razor-sharp, broad-head arrows right through the huge mottled snake lying coiled up in the mound of leaf litter a few feet away from him. The arrow pinned the huge snake to the tree it was lying under, entering its neck just behind the head, a perfect shot. He shrieked as the snake thrashed around violently, unable to wrench itself free from the deeply embedded hunting arrow. Mélette grinned at her shot, winked at the helpless killer, then, carefully approaching the coiling, thrashing monster, calmly drew her huge Bowie knife and, with a two handed grip, rammed the fearsome clip-point right through the snake's skull, killing the huge creature instantly. "What the fuck was that!?" he shrieked, and she grinned at him. "That there's a Ree-tic-ulated python; them idjits up New Orleans way keep them as pets; why they do that only the good Lord knows, 'tain't like we don' got enough dangerous shit roamin' aroun' out here already, where they 'spose to be, but no, they got to bring in even more, an' worse than that, too. Then Katrina come along, these damned things get loose, now they breedin' faster'n hogs in a canebrake; ain't nothing to stop 'em, even daddy 'gators shy away from them, so they grow real big. This'n ain't but a young'un, only ten, mebbe twelve feet; I seen ones near-on twice as long an' thicker'n Fat Arno's leg. I hear tell they's even spotted some Nile crocodiles North and East o' here, too, more escapees after Katrina; I dunno 'bout that, but you lucky you never meet one o' them, they huge, an' they don't hide none, they just rear right up 'n' bite you clean in half; I read somewhere that a Nile croc bites with the same force as a truck fallin' off of a cliff; be grateful there ain't none of them down this way...not yet, anyway." She nudged the still thrashing and shuddering dead snake with her trail boot and grinned at him, making him quail even further. "You still lucky I got you afore that snake did, yes sir. See, he ain't gon' eat you, but mebbe he don' like you comin' too close, so he snap out an' bite you real deep; you get bit by one o' them, you be real sick afore long." She hunkered down and tapped the twitching dead snake with the flat of her huge knife. "Thing is, they ain't poisonous, not like cottonmouths , but they got real dirty mouths, and there ain't no-one out here for to clean you up, no ant-i-biotics, so you get bit, you gon' get sick, then real sick, mebbe lose your mind a little, go wanderin' 'round, an' this a real bad place to go wandering if you ain't in your right mind; you go fallin' in the swamp, then a big ole daddy 'gator gon' come along an' take you fo' a li'l swim, stick you under some log deep-down only he know 'bout, an' wait for you to go all sof' an' sweet an' ready to eat." She paused, gauging the effect her words were having on the hired killer. "Now, you ready to answer up good, or you wanna wait until nightfall an' mebbe have a *rougarou*, or some big ole 'gator come find you? 'cause that real likely right now; see them drag marks over to the bank? That where a real big mama 'gator, looks like mebbe a ten-footer, come up out the bayou regular like ever' night, prolly because she got a nest somewhere 'round hyah, mebbe that big ole mound o' leaves an' such over there, an' if that the case, then she ain't too far 'way t'all right now, watchin' an' waitin' for you to leave so she can check her nest. I reckon that there snake was lookin' for that nest, too; them things smell real good, so it prolly know there a nest hereabouts, jes' packed full a' eggs an' young, an' if the nest here, then mama-gator not too far away, neither. If you look over there a ways, see that log? See how it floatin' agin the current? That's 'cause it ain't no log; that's mos' likely mama-gator, watchin' her babies an' waitin' an' bidin' her time." The killer began to sneer at her for trying to scare him with such a childish ruse when the floating 'log' swivelled an eyeball and looked straight at him; anything he might have said died in his throat. Mélette sat down Indian-fashion on a pile of leaves and began collecting her stuff together. "Daddy-gators get up to sixteen feet hereabouts, mebbe more; one o' them come looking for a easy meal an' you toast boy. Then, o' course, there's that there mama-gator out there, she find you still here tonight, near her nest, where her eggs 'n young 'uns is, she ain't gonna question why, you just gon' be easy meat fo' her, so you wanna wait fo' her, or you wanna talk to me...?" She watched his expression of horror widen, while she grinned to herself, and prodded him again with the alloy shaft. "Answer up, boy, an' don' you go an' try lyin' to me. What you doin' slinkin' around out here like a animal, aimin' guns all sneaky-like at innocent folks? Jes' remember; I don' know you, an' I already don' partic'larly like you; if'n I leave you out here for the 'gators, ain't no-one gon' know 'cept me, and I ain't losin' no sleep over you, so you better start, an' if you ain't real convincin' real quick, weeelll..." she started nonchalantly tossing twigs and pebbles at the enormous drag-marks on the bank of the bayou. "I reckon now's about time to start doin' your Christian duty an' confessin' all for the good o' your 'mortal soul...or, you could jes' keep your mouth shut, and, come nightfall, you-all can try and talk momma 'gator out o' tearin' you in half like a syrupy biscuit; good luck with that." She stood, and brushed leaf litter off her jeans. "Now you can talk to me, or I'm leavin', I got things to do..." The thug's mouth clamped shut, obviously terrified of his masters, in spite of the fact he was tied half-naked to a tree in alligator-country, something Mélette saw, so she changed her tack. "Look at it this way, boy; whatever your bosses gonna do, it gonna be sometime in the future; me, I'm here an' now, and I'm real immediate when I do somethin'; way I see it, you can tell me ever'thin' an' save yo' skin, then run where no-one ever gon' find you, let them people you works for think you-all dead, or you c'n be loyal an' stay shut an' momma 'gator gonna be all fat 'n satisfied tonight after a real good meal; I be long-gone, and there ain't no-one for miles aroun' to hear you screamin'. Think 'bout it." Mélette grinned widely and chomped her teeth several times, the thug twitching in time to the clicking of her teeth, and when she had his full attention, she looked up at the sun. "You got the rest o' the day to do some thinkin', boy; I mo leave now, I for real got things to do an', an' when I gone, I ain't a-coming' back this way, so I reckon it's time to make a choice; me or mommy-gator, 'cos come dark, you jus' a stain an' a coupla drag-marks." She'd slung her pack and picked up her bow when the man decided to speak. "Please...don't leave me out here; I'll tell you anything you want to know, I swear!" Mélette listened in growing disquiet as the hired killer told her everything she needed to know, and more. "There's four teams working this area," he told her, "me and Rico were supposed to take our shot if we could, otherwise we were supposed to link-up with at least one of the other teams and hit wherever Bastine and the girl are hiding-out, take him out, grab the girl, and take Bastine's head. " He looked up in alarm when Odélie appeared from behind a tree, her rifle pointed right at him and her finger quivering on the trigger, but he carried on at Mélette's nod. "There's a bounty on the big guy, a million dollars; he musta really burned the Ribeiro's, they're a pair of crazy fucks and right now they're foamin' at the mouth; they're madder'n shit, and they got a real hard-on for John Bastine; they want him dead, now, and they want his head as proof of death; both brothers were real definite about that; John Bastine's gotta die. We have to bring the girl back alive, though; the brothers were just as definite about that, too; alive and unharmed; she's some kind of looker, and Joao Ribeiro's got plans for her; he likes 'em young." Mélette scowled angrily, jumping to her feet and unsheathing her huge Bowie knife. "I was kinda feelin' almos' sorry for you, boy, I thought mebbe I could let you go and you jes' run, you ain't actually done nuthin' yet, but now I know for sure you a murdering scum-bag sonuvawhore, so now you bosses gonna get theyselves a head; I mo' carve you like a Halloween pumpkin, boy, an' them gators out there gettin' a free feed! You fucken' dead, boy, you-all just made my mind up for me...!" The man cowered back from the sheer venomous fury distorting the little blonde's face, but the brunette girl stepped in front of her, blocking her way, without once taking her bead off the hired killer's forehead. "Back off Mel, this piece o' shit got more talkin' to do! An' you!" she barked at the trembling man, "the rest of it, start talkin' or I mo' put a .22 Accu-Tip slug through yo' face, jes' like I done with yo' frien'. You talk, or you die, now!" The thug's face paled at the fury glowing in the little brunette's eyes. "Where...what...Rico..." he stammered, making a spirited attempt to dig his way into the tree with his shoulder-blades when Odélie pushed the rifle's muzzle up against his forehead. "Yo' frien' tried goin' fo' his shoulder-holster, which was kinda stupid, what with me pointin' this big ole thing at him an' all, mebbe you Noo Yawk killers all stupid as that, so I guess I gave him what he knew was comin'. You wanna make a stab at doin' sumthin' stupid, boy?" The thug gulped. "What did you do to him...?" and Odélie grinned bleakly at him. "He face down in the bayou with a hole in back of his head you can shove your foot in; he takin' a slow trip to the Gulf, 'less the 'gators get to him first, an' you gonna join him if'n you-all don' start talking real fast an' detailed." The man knew when to give up; these two girls might look like pretty little things, but they'd just proved how merciless they could be, and so he talked, because he wasn't stupid, and he wanted to live. \* Johnny crouched behind the Cottonwood at the side of the house, Justine flat on the ground behind him as he scanned the area carefully; they'd both heard the sharp crack of a small calibre rifle several hundred yards away to the North and West, and his first thought was that Odélie had fired that shot. If that was the case, trouble was up; she never wasted ammo, so she would have had a definite target in sight. Nothing further had transpired, but caution had seemed in called-for, so now Justine and he were concealed away from the house, ready for whatever showed up. A movement away up in the underbrush caught his eye, followed by a glint of light reflected off a binocular lens, and a piercing whistle. Johnny grinned and straightened up, patting Justine on the shoulder as he did so. "Let's go, Minou; looks like them two li'l gals got themselves a new friend! Let's go be neighborly, what you think?" Justine smiled back bravely, but Johnny saw the white knuckles, the lines etching themselves at the corners of her mouth, the hunted look in her eyes, and realized just how frightened she was. His elation died away, and he cursed himself for bringing all this down on her, for dragging his baby sister halfway across the country because his rage and lack of self-control had broken through yet again. "Baby," he drawled softly, "I'm sorry for this, I'm sorry for ever'thin', for draggin' you 'round like all this your fault, mebbe I should jest get you to Dallas an' on a flight outta here, somewhere safe they can't find you, an' me an' my folks take care o' business here once't an' for all; this ain't your fault, honey, an' it ain't yo fight, I jes' drag you into it, and I'm purely sorry I did, but I can make it right, Minou, I can make you safe, and keep them scum a long way an' a painful road away from you. I 'pologize most sincerely for endangerin' you, if I send you somewhere I know you safe, I can clean this up for good, then I'll come get you, I swear on mama's heart." Justine smiled at his solemn expression, and reached out to prod him gently on the tip of his nose. "Johnny-Bear, being with you, all of this, has been the best time of my life; I've never felt more alive; when any moment could be our last, that's when my life with you makes the most sense, and seems the most perfect of all. This IS my fight, because you're mine, and I'm not going anywhere without you; do you think I could live for a single minute not knowing if you were dead or alive? Do you really think I could scuttle away with my tail between my legs, and leave you to face this alone? We're a team, Johnny-Bear, you're my other half, and I won't live without you; I swear to God, I will fight alongside you, I will be there with you when the last man is standing, and I will go down fighting for you, because you'd do that for me. I love you, Jean-Bastiènne Doucette, and I'll never leave you." Johnny stared at her, taking her in, her sincerity, the set of her jaw, and swept her into his arms, his lips crushing hers even as her fingers twined in his hair, pulling him into her, kissing him as eagerly, as fervently as he kissed her. How long they stood like that they never knew, only breaking their kiss when a discreet throat-clearing jarred them back to reality. Johnny spun around, his face reddening at the sly smile on Mélette's pretty face. "You folks need some time alone? I c'n come back some other time..." she grinned, taking in their general state of undress, and her smile widened as Johnny slowly blushed a deep beetroot. Justine grinned back at her, totally unabashed. "No, now's good, Johnny just needed to hear a couple things, so we're good now!" she giggled, and Mélette's arch expression sent Johnny into a fresh fit of blushing. "When you kids done playin' 'kissy-feelie', Odie 'n' me got someone stashed up by the ole hollow coon-stump you might wanna have a little heart-to-heart with; we bin eddicating him properly on whut happens to idjits come bargin' in where they ain't wanted an' try an' kill folks, we softened him up some, but you might wanna work some o' that ole Swamp-Thing magic on him, he 'bout ready to pee his pants at the thought o' meetin' my 'clan', so look scary John-boy, batter-up!" Johnny looked closely at her. "Only one? What was that shot we heard while back?" "Odie jumped th'other one, he got cute, now he swimmin' down to Lake Barre, 'course he doin' it kinda slow, on account o' havin' a big ole hole where the back o' his head useta be; serve him right thinking a hideaway gun a match for a loaded Remmy when Odie pointin' it at him. Way the current's runnin', he should be about down to Leeville by tomorrow, 'less the 'gators an' catfish get to him first..." Johnny grinned at her innocent expression. "Noncle Lubin sure was right 'bout both o' you; you a pair a hellions for sure! Get on the horn an' get a hold o' Randy Broussard; it's 'bout time the law get involved." \* Eulalie Deaucette, Johnny's grandmother, Maw-maw to rest of the family, frowned at the large, blacked-out SUV creeping down along Route 56, the Little Caillou Road. Somehow she knew they were heading for her home, and it didn't look like they were paying a neighbourly call either. A quick glance back at the porch to check her 12-guage was still stashed just inside the door, and she wiped her hands on her apron. Looked like that trouble Jacques Broussard had told her about was here. Well, if they wanted trouble, she knew where a heap of it was laying around just waiting for people like them, so she stood on her porch and watched the large vehicle slow to a stop. The doors swung open and two men in brand new, tailored khakis, with fishing vests and new boonie-hats, with large, automatic pistols stuck in their waistbands, sauntered up to the porch. "Hello the house!" called out one of them, smirking at the sight of the little old woman glaring at them. "Would you be Mrs. Deaucette, by any chance?" "Who wants to know?" replied Maw-maw, her frown intensifying when one of the men grinned insolently at her. "You are Mrs. Deaucette, old woman, don't bother denying it, we already know who you are, but hey, bein' polite don't cost nothing, right? We know who you are, we got no beef with you, we just wanna know where that big ugly fucking idiot John Bastine's hiding; you tell us, there'll be no unpleasantness, we'll just be on our way, no fussing, an' we won't trouble you again. 'Course, if you're gonna be difficult about things, well, we've got ways of dealing with that too. Answer up, old woman; where is he?" He made as if to draw the pistol in his pant's waistband, but froze when a male voice rang out. "Drop the weapons and put your hands on your heads!" The second thug whirled, tugging the handgun from his waistband as he spun; there was a sharp \*pop!\*, the sound of a suppressed rifle-shot, and he dropped to the ground clutching his arm, blood seeping between his fingers and pooling around him. "Next one's a head-shot! Move those hands and it's yours, now DROP YOUR WEAPON!" The thug carefully laid the handgun on the ground, straightened up, and stared at the heavily armed soldier in full OCP battledress and IOTV body armor, complete with pushed-up night-vision goggles mounted on his helmet, who'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere, pointing an M4 carbine with an underslung grenade-launcher right at his face. "On your knees; NOW!" commanded the soldier, a sergeant, and when the thug complied, another soldier appeared out of the roadside foliage, planted his boot in the middle of the thug's back and pushed him flat on his face, yanked his arms up behind him, and zip-cuffed him several times. Another soldier did the same to the wounded man, and retrieved his dropped handgun before he got any ideas. "Move a muscle and you're dead, you pair of fucks! Be good and you'll get to live, and if you think I'm joking, make a move..." he muttered. The prone men gabbled their surrender, and the soldiers covering them hauled them to their feet. "See, that was easy, wasn't it!" The sergeant tipped back his helmet, pulled off his Oakley sunglasses and grinned at Maw-maw, while his men ransacked the SUV and piled all the weapons they found in the yard. "Sergeant Everett Jones, ma'am, USASOC out of Fort Benning; we're on manoeuvres with the Louisiana Army National Guard, ma'am; my colonel thought we needed to sharpen-up our training, and a couple of your Johnny's friends asked us to come make sure these animals left you in peace, so we linked-up with the local National Guard unit and came on down. If you need any further assistance, ma'am, we're in the vicinity, and we'll keep watch for any more of these dirtbags." Maw-maw stared at him. "Jean-Bastiènne got friends in th'army? Who-all sent you?" Sergeant Jones grinned. "Ma'am, it was Miss Angel Graves and Miss Cassandra Matthews; I think you already know Miss Cassie's husband, Robin, he said he'd spoken with you. They're friends of the regiment, and what they ask, we do; it was our pleasure, ma'am, and Miss Angel said we were to stay close by 'til this is all over and done, she was quite definite about that! I'll take these two hyenas into town and drop them off with Sheriff Broussard; the one I shot isn't as bad hurt as he thinks, he'll live long enough to face a judge, and a few of the boys will kinda lay-up here and there and see you safe. Any more of these dirtbags show up, we'll clean them out for you, I have my orders direct from Miss Angel, an' I intend to carry them out! Now, if you'll excuse me..." With that, a group of soldiers appeared out of the underbrush where Maw-maw would have sworn no-one was hiding, and a Humvee likewise appeared out of nowhere. The soldiers lifted the two prisoners into the vehicle, collected the pile of guns and magazines, and dumped them in the back of the vehicle. "First bayou we come to, we'll drop this lot in there, somewhere nice and deep, ma'am!" grinned Sergeant Jones, and with a last wave, climbed in the Humvee and drove away, while the remaining soldiers drifted back into the underbrush and disappeared. Maw-maw scratched her head in wonder. Did all that just happen? It must have done; one look at the bloodstain in the yard confirmed it. Maw-maw shook her head, grinning. "Whut kinda frien's you-all got these days, John-Boy...?" she mused as she went back inside to get a bucket and some lye to wash down the yard.

Title: How I Became A Gay Cock Slut Tags: gay, domination, seduced, anal sex, masturbation, shaved, blowjob, rimming, oral sex, first time A few weeks ago, I attended a training conference in Hilton Head, S.C. The company I work for has multiple locations throughout the southeast and paid all the expenses to the four day program. They were willing to pay at least half of the accommodations or all of it if we were willing to share a room with another company employee. All other expenses, including meals, were paid for as well as a small daily expense account for entertainment. I'm 28 and my wife and I just purchased our first home a couple of years ago and as you can imagine, we are on a really tight budget. I gladly opted for the fully paid room. I had not actually shared a room with someone since college, but that experience hadn't been so bad. Actually, my college roommate and I have remained good friends since graduation even though we live a considerable distance apart now. The Hilton was an oceanfront property with my room overlooking the beach. It was early in the season, so there were not as many bikini clad beauties to view but just getting away from the office was a blessing. It's been a difficult couple of years in sales but we've all weathered the storm and now the company was finally freeing up money in human resources to train us on some of the new product lines. When I checked in, I saw they had me rooming with somebody from Charlotte, not far from where my wife and I actually live. The bellman took my bags up while I surveyed the hotel – the pool, the restaurant, and finally... the bar. I went ahead and had a couple of beers before I went up to the room to unpack. When I arrived I saw an open suitcase on the bed nearest the door. The owner appeared to be in the restroom. The TV was on so I sat down on the bed, bundling my pillows behind my back, and waited to meet my new roommate. I was relieved when the guy who popped around the corner appeared to be a well groomed man, perhaps ten or fifteen years my senior. I announced myself immediately as to not startle him. "Hi, I'm Bob," sticking my hand out in anticipation he would do the same. "Steve," he shot back. "Where you from?" "Raleigh," I replied. "You in sales? I saw you were from Charlotte when I was checking in." "Actually I'm with one of the product lines you're training on this week. I believe your company put some of us together with you guys. And yes, I'm from Charlotte," Steve smiled back. "I was just about to head downstairs. I believe there is a 'Get Aquatinted' program going on with some appetizers and drinks," Steve informed me. I figured I could unpack later and Steve and I went down to the lobby and were directed to a room set up with an open bar and quite a spread. I didn't really know anyone with the company and struck up a few casual conversations here and there. What surprised me though was Steve. It was like he didn't know a stranger as he moved through the crowd striking up conversations with anyone who arrived. He had a strong sense of confidence and a certain charisma. I was already glad he was my roommate. After the hospitality room closed, Steve and I made our way into the bar where we watched an NBA game and talked more about our personal lives. Looking back, I seemed to do most of the talking as I shared with Steve that my wife Laurie and I dated throughout most of college and married when I was 24. Steve shared he was 38 and divorced. He confided that his busy travel schedule was really a strain on his marriage which ended more than five years ago. Since then, he was in a steady relationship but not tied down to any one person. I couldn't believe how easy he was to talk to as I seemed to go on and on about college, my job, my marriage. Steve was drinking scotch while I switched back to beers, trying to remember it would be a long day tomorrow listening to speakers throughout the day. When we arrived back at the room, I began stowing away my clothes when Steve announced he was going to get a quick shower. I surfed the channels on the nice high def TV as I heard the water running in the other room. I had taken up my familiar position on the bed when I was startled with Steve's nude frame walking out of the bathroom. I'm not a prude or anything and I'm fairly used to guys walking around naked down at the "Y" or even back in school. I was just not accustomed to a total stranger walking around nude in my bedroom. Steve meanwhile was rubbing his head with the towel and then tossed it over into a chair. My new roommate had his back to me but I couldn't help notice his tanned chiseled frame. There was little doubt he worked out. He reached for a comb in a travel bag on the dresser and brushed back his locks, taking his time before turning and walking over to the bed. I couldn't help but stare and was startled when he half turned and asked, "My being undressed doesn't bother you does it?" When I wasn't immediately forthcoming with a response, he added, "I'm kind of used to shedding this business attire at home. But if it bothers you, I'll put something on..." he said looking back right at me. I pretended that I really didn't notice and looked over trying to look disinterested, "No, I'm fine. Hell, we're just guys here. Make yourself at home." Privately I was shocked. I stared ahead at the TV but couldn't help but see his cock swinging in front out of the corner of my eye. I pride myself in that I have what I consider a nice sized dick. But this guy had some major meat hanging down. I also noticed he shaved his genital area. As a matter of fact both his crotch and chest seemed to be completely hairless and smooth. Steve walked over and sat down on the bed and hiked a leg up, resting it across one knee. "Are you sure?" he looked over. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I guess I'm just used to relaxing at home." I looked over and just sort of shrugged my response, "No, I'm cool. Might not want to go out like that though," I added trying to add levity and move on from the subject. "Anything on?" he asked so nonchalantly. "Not sure. Looks like we get a good many channels," then I added, "and some pay channels to boot." There were several ShowTime channels with a variety of movies and specials. Steve looked at the TV for a minute and then announced he was going to get to bed. He stood up again as his dick swung just a couple of feet from me. I was still startled that he would just undress right down to his birthday suit. I heard him in the bathroom, apparently brushing his teeth, as he ran water, turned out the light and headed for bed. He again walked right past as I tried to stare directly ahead. I'm not gay, nor have I ever had any same sex encounters of any kind, but I couldn't help glancing over occasionally as he pulled back the comforter and sheets. Before sliding between them, he turned and half faced me, "I'm sort of a morning person and like to get up early and work out. Will that bother you?" he inquired. "No, that's fine," I shot back, trying desperately to look up at his face, hoping my eyes did not betray me. When Steve turned off his lamp, I actually laid in bed thinking about what had transpired over the last few minutes. I could feel my mouth had gotten dry as I made my way over to the small fridge and pulled out a bottled water. I lay back in the bed and watched TV for about an hour until I too felt the urge to catch some sleep. I slipped off my pants and tugged my shirt over my head before turning out the light. Closing my eyes, I could not get the images of Steve's naked body out of my head. I had never given any thoughts to having sex with another man but here I was admitting to myself, I was aroused, excited seeing Steve, knowing I'd likely be seeing plenty of it this week. I didn't even hear Steve get up. Merely the door opening up as he reentered the room from his morning workout. The rustling of clothes and then the shower running in the bathroom. I had been facing the sliding glass door which I had intentionally left open. The soft roar of the waves crashing down on the beach below us. Then I found myself turning over on my side facing Steve's direction. I knew it was crazy, but I wondered if I'd get another show. I had never been turned on watching guys undress. Never gave it a second thought. But here I was, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping to see Steve pop around the corner again. I was not disappointed. Just a few minutes in the shower, Steve again emerged. Rubbing the towel across his back, around his legs, before tossing it back in the bathroom on the floor. Once again he stepped to the mirror and brushed his hair. I watched through squinting eyes as he moved around the room retrieving articles of clothing before reaching into the dresser and stepping into a pair of boxers. In just a manner of moments he was tying his tie around his neck, slipping on his suit jacket and out the door. I had pretended to be asleep but the moment the door closed behind Steve, I threw back my sheets. I had stripped down to my briefs the night before and simply slept in them. Looking down, I could not help but notice how aroused I seemed to be. I'm not sure why I did it, but I reached down and cupped my briefs under my balls and began to stroke my cock. I spit into my hand, wetting it down, as I applied it to my shaft and began rubbing my hardening cock. I thought of the sex Laurie and I had just a few nights earlier. Laurie is a gorgeous brunette and I could picture her tits swinging back and forth as I pumped my dick into her doggy style - a position we both really loved. It didn't seem long at all before I felt my orgasm approaching. But the scary thing was the images I kept seeing. Steve's chest, his naked cock swinging back and forth. His balls which hung down low. I tried to concentrate back on Laurie, her beautiful ass, those big brown eyes. And then the familiar build up in my cock as I shot load after load onto my chest. I got up, wiped off the mess with a tissue and stepped into the shower. The day seemed to drag on as most of the morning and then the early afternoon was filled with lectures and PowerPoint's. It had been some time since I sat through a college lecture and I had forgotten how boring they could be. When we took a mid-afternoon break, I snuck back to the room, slipped on my suit and headed off to the pool. Some of the employees from the seminar had organized a trip to a nearby Seafood Restaurant for dinner but I decided to chill out by the pool. The beers went down easy in the hot sun. I struck up a conversation with a couple on vacation, enjoying small talk, as I relaxed at the resort. I grabbed a burger listening to a guitar player entertaining the small crowd which had gathered in the outside bar. It was then I saw Steve apparently coming back from dinner. It was a real contrast with me in a swimsuit and a t-shirt and Steve in a nice pair of dress slacks and a polo. He sat down and ordered a scotch from the waitress inquiring about my day. We just sort of picked up on the previous night's conversation. There was something about this guy - so relaxed, unpretentious. As he sat at the table, someone would walk by and speak, telling him how much they enjoyed his presentation earlier in the day. I'm not sure how long we stayed downstairs but I knew I was feeling a little bit of the alcohol from my afternoon by the pool and now the bar. When Steve announced he was headed up to the room, I indicated I wasn't far behind. When I entered our hotel room, Steve was in the bathroom taking a shower. I flipped a few channels finally settling on a rerun of a CSI episode. By now I knew the drill and expected Steve to walk out nude. He did. I guess it was the drinks, but I caught myself staring. Watching as his penis waved back and forth as he walked around the room. Once I was sure he caught my stare as I tried to look away. While I pretended to be looking over paperwork for the next day, I thought I saw a half smile on Steve's face at having caught me admiring his tight abs along with the package below. Feeling a little grungy from the day out in the sun, I decided to clean up a little myself and took a shower. The hot water cascading over my shoulders felt great. Feeling much better, I stepped from the shower and toweled off, wrapping the soft fluffy cloth around my waist and walking back in the bedroom. Steve was lying nude across the bed reading a magazine. I walked over to the bed and picked up the remote. Steve indicated he wasn't watching anything in particular so I surfed until the remote settled on a pay station. It was an adult flick, soft porn, but porn none the less. I relaxed on the bed and watched a scene or two before it just timed out. I suppose it was a tease to get you to order because the screen indicated to continue watching you had to press the orange order button. "Fuck," I exclaimed "just when it was getting good." Steve set the magazine down on his chest and looked over. "Order it if you like," he suggested. I reflected for a second, thinking about whether to make the purchase or turn in for the night. "Or do you want the real thing?" Steve inquired looking at me. "The real thing?" I questioned back. "You mean, go back downstairs?" Steve set the magazine aside, sat up on the side of the bed. "No, no I didn't mean that. I've seen you looking. We both know what you really want." "What do you mean?" I shot back. "You know exactly what I mean," he answered back, standing up and taking his dick in his hand. "You've been checking me out ever since I got here, and now we're gonna' let you have it." I wanted to blurt out he was wrong. He was crazy as hell. It was him walking around naked all the time. I wasn't gay. I wasn't into guys. I was married. Happily married! But here I was speechless. Staring at his cock he was stroking with his hand, pumping it back and forth, hardening before my eyes. "Come over here Bobby. Sit over here," he motioned pointing to the side of my bed. I sat frozen in place. I wasn't about to move. He was wrong. I wasn't like that. I would never do what he was asking. My eyes watching him stroke his cock, his other hand still pointing to the spot on the side of the bed. I looked up from his dick. His eyes looking straight back into mine. "It's okay Bobby," Steve broke the silence. "It's just us. No one else will know. Not your wife, no one that works with you. Just us two. I know you're curious. I know you want to do it." I was determined not to move, even as I felt myself sliding to the side of the bed, my legs slipping over the side. My face just inches away as he continued to slide his hand across the long shaft of his cock. "Go ahead, take a nice long look son. That's what you been wanting to do," Steve said softly. He let go of his dick and it swayed, bobbed, defying gravity as it hung there. I couldn't say anything as I just stared at it. I'd never seen another man's penis up close. Steve realized the state I was in, the hold he had. Unable to make the first move, he broke the silence, "Go ahead boy. Touch it. You can feel it." It was as if I was in a trance. I reached out with my right hand and rested it on his warm shaft, my fingers closing around it. I couldn't believe how soft, how warm it was. "That's right Bobby, stroke it, stroke my cock," Steve encouraged me as I began to slide my hand back and forth on his hard shaft. It got harder and harder under my touch, rising, stiffening. Steve stepped closer to me and rested his hand on the back of my neck. "Kiss it Bobby. Kiss my cock." I couldn't move my head. I wasn't gay. It was one thing to touch him. I had to draw a line at sucking him off. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. I wanted to turn away, to stop, but I found myself still transfixed. Still stroking his cock. Steve's finger reached down and rested on my lips. His finger pushing against my lips, pushing until his finger entered my mouth. In a matter of seconds, I found myself sucking on his finger. His finger exploring my mouth. "You have such a pretty mouth Bobby. I want you to kiss my cock. Let me feel your pretty lips on my dick," he coaxed. I felt his hand pressuring behind my neck, pulling my head closer and closer until my lips touched his cock, warm on my lips. My mouth now touching his dick. It seemed so surreal. This wasn't me. It was someone else as I felt my lips slide across the head, planting kisses on the crown, on the side of his hard cock. Then without any further encouragement I let his dick slide into my mouth, through my parted lips. I was sucking a cock. I never imagined I would ever do what I was doing but here I was. Sucking a cock of a man I had just met the day before. Then he instructed me how to please him. What he liked as I began to lose my inhibitions. I did exactly as he said as I sucked madly on his cock, rubbing his balls, taking them in my mouth on his request. When Steve removed his dick from my mouth, I sought it out trying to pull it back. I loved his taste. I liked the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth. I could tell from his moans that he was enjoying what I was doing as my head moved up and down on his hard shaft. I couldn't take the whole cock in my mouth but I jacked his cock with my hand trying to stuff as much in my mouth as possible. I bathed the head with my tongue knowing I was doing a great job as Steve guided my head between his hands. He reached down and pulled on my nipple causing me to wince. No one had ever played with my nipples, not even my wife, as he realized how sensitive they were and kept up his assault, pulling, twisting causing me to suck harder. It was then I felt his balls tighten and I knew from his knees starting to buckle he was close to cumming. I tried to lift off of his dick but Steve held me in place, holding my head firmly over his cock, buried in my mouth as he began shooting his load. "Fuck, that's right, suck me, take that load boy," Steve groaned. I didn't want to swallow his semen but he held me in place. I swallowed as quickly as possible. While at first I struggled, I begin to accept his release and then found myself sucking again, licking, trying to take in all the cum, some which had escaped from the corners of my mouth. It was salty and slick but I licked it up, sucking the remainder from the tip of his dick as Steve settled back on the bed. His slippery dick pulling free from my mouth. "Damn that was good boy. You're a natural. A natural little cock sucker," Steve smiled as he gathered his breath, then slinking down to his knees, unwrapped the towel that covered my dick. Steve gazed on my already hard cock. It wasn't nearly as big as his. He placed his hand around my dick. It was the first time any man had ever touched my cock. His hand was much bigger, rougher than my wife's little hand. Steve bent down and took my cock into his warm mouth. I collapsed back on my elbows as I watched Steve go down on me, taking my whole cock into his mouth. His lips actually touching my stomach. I couldn't believe Steve could take it all, but there he was giving me the best blow job I could ever remember getting. Laurie was good but somehow I think Steve was better. I wasn't sure whether it's because he knew what he liked and that's what he did or whether it was the taboo nature of it. Steve knew exactly what he was doing. He bathed my cock and balls with his tongue. I'm not sure I had ever experienced the blowjob he was giving me. It was absolutely great! Eventually Steve slid up on the bed and began kissing on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting lightly at my little bud. He pulled the wet towel completely off me, ripping it out from under me, leaving me naked under his hungry gaze. I had no idea how sensitive my nipples were but I enjoyed Steve sucking and pulling on them. "Spread your legs boy," Steve commanded me. I did as he asked without thinking as I felt a warm wet finger pressing against my puckered asshole. Steve pulled his finger away and coated it with spit from his mouth and placed it again at the entrance to my ass. Pushing gently, it entered slowly. No one had ever explored my ass as Steve worked his finger in and around, continuing to suck on my nipple. "Stroke your cock boy. Jack it off for me," Steve urged. Steve slid up. I had my eyes closed and was unprepared when I felt his lips on mine. I couldn't believe he was kissing me. My lips were tight against his as he licked my lips, running his tongue along them. My lips and eyes both were tightly closed. I didn't want to do this. I couldn't believe I was doing this. And then it happened, his tongue prying between my clenched lips. My lips parting slightly as his tongue pushed through, exploring my yielding mouth, finally resigned, allowing him to kiss me. Here I was laying across the bed, another man kissing me, fingering my ass as I jacked my own cock. One finger, two fingers, pushing in my backside, exploring, in and out as I relaxed taking more and more of him. He pushed in, burying his fingers in my ass. I had both feet flat on the mattress, my legs apart, as Steve explored a part of me that Laurie or no other woman had ever done. At first it was uncomfortable but as I jacked my dick, I spread my legs wider exposing myself, letting him have as much access as possible. "You like that boy? You like me fingering your ass?" "Yea," I grunted back acknowledging what we both already knew. I could feel myself pushing back into his fingers, my left hand pulling on my own butt cheek, trying to open it wider. It was a warm sensation. A sensation I had never felt before and it felt so good. "That's right, spread that little cherry ass. It's a hot little ass. I was noticing it today out by the pool. You gotta' nice little ass," Steve chanted as he pushed his fingers in, deeper and deeper. Steve went back to kissing me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. "Stick your tongue out boy," Steve hissed. I did as directed as he sucked my tongue into his hot mouth. His fingers were plunging now in and out of my ass, his hand slapping at my cheeks. I felt my balls draw tight as I shot stream after stream across my stomach. There was so much cum some splashed beside my head on the mattress. As my own orgasm subsided, I went limp, my legs collapsing down on Steve's hand which he withdrew as he placed a last, long, lingering kiss on my lips. When Steve pulled away from me, he gazed back in my eyes. I felt completely wiped out. He took a finger and scooped up a small glob of my own cum and placed it lightly on my lips. I could taste the saltines of my own cum as I wiped my lips with my tongue taking the semen into my mouth as Steve smiled. He got up announcing we had a busy day in the morning as he went into the bathroom to ready himself for bed. I don't believe I moved an inch when he returned, set his clock and slid between his sheets. "Goodnight boy," Steve said as he clicked off the lamp on the night stand. It was then the "Boy" registered with me. Not Bobby but "Boy". It was kind of lost on me earlier. I pushed the sheets down and then crawled back under them. I had just participated in my first same sex encounter. It was like someone else had done it. Not me. But I realized, it was me. I wanted to deny it. I didn't want to do it. But I did and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot. There was still three days left in the conference and I wondered what might happen next. All I knew was if he asked me again I would have sex with him again. Actually I wanted to. It was all I could think about as I closed my eyes. I didn't sleep very well that night, continually tossing and turning thinking about what had transpired hours earlier. The image of me having oral sex with another man. Allowing him to finger my ass, actually enjoying it, was tearing me into. I considered myself as straight as they come, a very happily married man. Yet, I knew what I had done and enjoyed doing. I was actually awake when Steve got up the next morning, slipping on his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes for his workout. Pulling the sheet over my head, I tried to catch just a few more minutes of sleep before I got up myself. It was perhaps two hours later when Steve returned, running a shower, before emerging, wiping the remnants of water from his back. He looked over to see me staring back. "Good morning sunshine," he smiled disarmingly. "Sleep well?" I wanted to say are you kidding. Hell no, not after what we did... how I'm feeling about it. Instead I turned facing him, "Yea," I lied. "I enjoyed our little session last night," Steve went on as he approached my bed. "You're pretty damn good for a first timer," he added, now taking his dick in his hand. I watched as he gently stroked his cock. He was looking at me but my gaze was solidly fixed on the cock which was swelling in his hand. Within seconds his cock was fully erect, sticking straight out at an upward angle. My own heart was pounding as I looked at it, with Steve removing his hand leaving just his cock which seemed to beckon me. Everything in my mind told me to stay put. This was wrong – it was crazy. I wasn't gay. I didn't do things like this but I felt drawn, almost hypnotized by the sight before me. "Go ahead boy. We both know what you want to do. Now that you've had this cock, you can't get enough. You want more. You want to taste it. Come on, get down here on your knees and suck my cock. Lick it. Take my load boy." It was almost as if it were somebody else and I was unable to stop them as I slid out of the bed, still naked from the night before. I knelt down on my knees. Steve placed his hands on both hips as he guided his cock to my mouth. Without any further instruction I parted my lips and took in his cock. I could still taste faint traces of soap from his shower. He smelled clean and fresh as the warm flesh moved back and forward between my lips. "Fuck you're a good little dick sucker," he moaned as I wrapped my hands around his ass and pulled him tighter to my face. "Yea, suck it, lick my balls boy. Take my nuts in your mouth and suck them." I did exactly that as I sucked one then the other ball. I marveled at his hairless sack. How smooth his skin was all around his dick, completely shaved bare. I held his cock and licked the length of the shaft before sticking it back in my mouth. Steve removed his cock and rubbed it on my face, across my lips. "Stick your tongue out boy," he commanded. I complied as he rubbed his head across my tongue, lightly beating it with his shaft. "You like that cock don't cha' boy? You like sucking my dick, kneeling down there taking this cock in your mouth, don't cha?" "Yes sir," I said in between slurps. "Are you my little cock sucker? That what you are boy?" Steve asked. "Yes sir," I moaned back licking his dick. "Yes sir what," he shot back. "I'm your cock sucker. I can't get enough of your cock. I love it," I answered back. "Look up here. Look at me," Steve barked. I looked up at him, his dick buried in my mouth. "You want to taste my load. You want me to feed you some breakfast?" "Yes sir. Cum for me. I want you to cum in my mouth," I begged. I did. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on. I wanted him to shoot his load and let me suck it down. "Stick your tongue out and open wide boy," Steve commended. I sat back on my legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible, sticking my tongue out in anticipation of his promise. Steve jacked his cock just a few times before the first stream of cum sailed across my face. He corrected his aim and sent the next spurt into my hungry mouth. Two or three more found their target before he wiped the last remnants on my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed the remainder. Steve took his finger and scooped up the stream starting to slide down my face. He took the finger and placed it to my lips which I took into my mouth, savoring now the taste of my own cum. "Damn you're hot boy. You learn fast. Stand up," he commanded. I did as he directed and when I was standing before him, he took me in his arms. I felt small as he kissed me hard. My own erect cock rubbed against our stomachs as he grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me tight. His tongue pushing into my mouth, our lips rubbing together. It was almost like in that moment I belonged to him. I wanted to belong to him as he kissed me as passionately as I had ever been kissed. "I'd like to take care of you but I have a class that starts up in 15 minutes. Lie down on the bed and jack off while I get ready. I want to see you cum for me," he urged. I did as he directed and lay down on the bed, watching him dress as I stroked my cock. I lubed my dick up with my own saliva as I pumped my dick. In moments I was spurting cum onto my chest. He looked on with a smile as he finished tying his tie and slipped on his jacket. I lay on the bed, cum all over my stomach and chest as I closed my eyes. That might have been a mistake. When I opened them it was nearly noon. I had fallen asleep and missed most of the morning's program. Sitting in class after lunch was almost a waste. My thoughts kept going back to the last twenty-four hours. It was hard for me to fathom that this time yesterday my last thoughts were I'd be some guy's playmate. But here I was and I couldn't get my mind off what we had done – what I had done. As wrong as I knew it was, I simply couldn't erase the images of kneeling at Steve's feet, taking the last few drops of cum which dribbled off the head of his cock. I sat through the day's program but my mind was definitely somewhere else and immediately after the class broke up I headed upstairs. I waited in the room assuming Steve might come up. When he didn't I headed down to the bar and began to suck down some Grey Goose and tonics. Around ten and feeling no pain at all, I decided to turn in. I took the elevator to our room and opened up the patio glass door to get a great breeze. The warm salty ocean air filled the room as I slipped off my clothes, leaving just my briefs as I collapsed on the bed, waiting on the arrival of my roommate. My thoughts kept rerunning the scenes of Steve, his cock, my mouth. I pulled down my briefs and began stroking my cock, swelling in my hand. The images of Steve's shaved crotch, his heavy balls that I bathed with my tongue. Then the thought hit me. I retreated into the bathroom and began running the shower. I got out my shaving cream and lathered up my crotch. I was careful to use a new blade as I began shaving strips across my lower abdomen, around my balls, anywhere I detected hair until I felt completely smooth. I even swiped under my balls and around the crack of my ass. Rinsing off, I watched as the hair fell to the bottom of the shower in clumps. Most of it went down the drain but I used a tissue to pick up the rest and discard in the trash basin. Looking into the mirror I couldn't believe how much bigger my cock looked with no hair, I couldn't recall being hairless since I was 13. But here I was, standing in the mirror looking at my erect cock, swollen from my arousal. I hoped Steve would be pleased with my new look. Steve had a bottle of Dewar's Scotch on the dresser and I didn't think he would mind. I'm not a scotch drinker but I needed something to steady my nerves as I looked at my bald dick and hairless balls in the dresser mirror. I wondered what my wife would say when I unveiled my new look. I could come up with some lame story I'd seen some guy down here in the sauna and thought I'd do it. At any rate, I sat back on the bed, turned on the TV and waited. It was almost midnight when I heard the door click and open. Steve smiled as he looked at me, naked on the bed. I don't think he noticed at first my surprise, as he made his way over to the scotch and poured him a drink too. "I see you've been waiting on me and I definitely approve of the way you're dressed," he said with a smile as he walked over. It was then that his eyes looked at my shaved crotch, completely hairless as my dick was already fully erect. "Oh my, I didn't see that earlier. That's nice...very nice," he said appreciating my handiwork. I like a shaved cock. You have a very pretty cock. So much nicer without all that hair. He set his drink down on the nightstand and rubbed his hand across my stomach, down across my hairless abdomen to my cock, gripping it, and giving it a couple of tugs. He took my balls in his hand, holding them, giving a gentle squeeze. I felt chills run down my arms at his touch. He let go and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it over to a chair. He slipped off his loafers and lifted his feet removing his socks, then his slacks. As he pulled down his boxers his cock came into view. The cock I had come to worship over the last day. "I'm sorry I had to run off and leave you hanging this morning. I'm not normally like that but I knew I had to get set up." Steve moved to the foot of the bed and positioned himself between my outstretched legs. He bent over, taking my dick in his hand, bringing it to his mouth as he swallowed it whole. His lips again now resting on my smooth stomach. I was amazed he could take my whole cock in his mouth and he ran his tongue around my shaft. Steve spent several minutes licking my cock and balls which he alternated in his mouth. Then he did something I was unprepared for, he pushed my legs up where my knees were almost over my head and began to lick my asshole. I had never felt anything like it as he ran his tongue up and down my crack, pushing his tongue in. I moaned as he assaulted my backside with his tongue, then replacing it with his fingers which he worked into my chute. As he toyed with my ass with two, then three fingers, he again sucked in my dick and began moving his mouth up and down on the shaft. I loved the dual feeling of him fucking me with his fingers while giving me head. I completely lost track of how long he was doing that when he rose from the bed and walked over to the dresser. He took something out of a travel bag, a tube that he squirted on his hands, rubbing the liquid on his cock which was already hardening. "Get over here on my bed, on your hands and knees," he said. I was pretty sure I knew what he intended as he continued to stroke his cock, lubing it up, and then my ass as I scooted up on the bed. There was a part of me that wanted to say hell no. That's way too big. But another that wanted it. That wanted him to take me. He had been easy on me with his fingers and I hoped he would be just as easy with his monster cock. Luckily the drinks had taken a toll on me and I was much more relaxed as I felt his fingers lubing up my hole, preparing me for his dick. Okay boy, it's time to take that little cherry ass of yours. That's what you want isn't it? You want me to fuck that ass," he chided. "Yes sir, fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass. My tight little hole. Make it yours," I said back. I did. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to fill me with his huge cock. "Look in the mirror boy. I want you to get a close up look as I take that cherry. Watching as I take that ass boy," he said pointing to the mirror stretching across the dresser. I did just that and couldn't believe it was me staring back. I watched as he guided his meat to the cheeks of my ass which he pulled apart with his right hand guiding the head of his dick with his left. I could feel the head of his cock touching my asshole, teasing it, pushing just lightly, and then a little more. Then I felt it as his head entered. I knew I jumped a bit as he let go of my ass and grabbed on to the lower part of my back. He stood still, letting me get accustomed to the huge presence now filling my hole. Inching it in, ever so slowly. I could feel his cock moving deep into my bowels drawing a moan from my lips as my head went down to a pillow, biting it as the uncomfortable pain gradually gave way to a feeling of fullness. It seemed to take forever, but eventually I felt his thighs touching mine and I knew he was all the way in. I had taken all of him – his whole cock. My face was turned to the mirror and I watched as he fucked my virgin ass, moving slowly at first, and when he met no resistance a little faster. It was as if it were someone else in the mirror. Not me, as I watched the man taking the other from behind. Driving his cock deep into his ass. I watched as I could see Steve's dick sliding out between my cheeks and then back again. I felt so submissive - so taken. Now I knew how Laurie and the other women I had fucked felt when I took them doggie style. I was so turned on watching myself. Giving myself totally to Steve. I moved my ass back to meet his thrust. My butt was perched high in the air with my face laying flat on the mattress. I could see my bald little cock and balls flapping with each forward movement. My own cock seemed to shrink, and while I felt horny as hell, it was no longer erect as it moved with each thrust. It was almost as if my cock had retreated with Steve's anal assault. It dangled from my crotch as my balls contracted in their sack. Occasionally I would reach down and pull on them, feeling the lube which ran down my crack as Steve pushed his cock in and out. "That's it boy. Take my cock, take it," he groaned. "Who's fuckin' ya? Who's fuckin' that ass?" "You are," I moaned. "Is that my ass? Does that little cherry ass belong to me?" "Yes sir, it's your ass. Fuck it. Please fuck my ass," I moaned back. "So you liked being my little cock sucker yesterday, didn't cha' boy?" Steve taunted. "Yes sir, I didn't want to. I didn't want to feel that way, but I loved it. I loved sucking your cock. That's all I could think about today. I love sucking your cock," I ranted. "And tonight you're my little bitch. You've given yourself completely to me. That's my ass now boy. You'll give it up any time I want. Wherever I want. If I want it tomorrow, you'll give it to me. If I call you next week, you'll drive down and give it to me want cha' boy? There's no turning back. That ass belongs to me now." It hadn't dawned on me he would contact me after the conference. My heart fluttered. His dick sawing back and forth in my ass. He would call me at home - in front of my wife? I was lost in the thoughts when I heard him bark out, "Answer me boy, if I call you next week, you'll drive your ass down and give it to me, want you?" I knew what he expected to hear. "Yes sir, I'll do that. I'll drive to Charlotte. I'll do it. You can have it. You can have me ... anytime you want," I added. "Because I own your little bitch ass now. My cock owns it. Isn't that right?" Steve taunted. "Yea, oh fuck," I groaned. Steve was slamming harder. Then he pulled his cock out and turned me over. Taking a pillow and shoving it under my ass, he elevated my butt just slightly off the bed as he positioned his cock at my hole which slid in easily now. He bent down and took my right nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking. It felt so good. Then he collapsed his full weight on top of me. He kissed me, his tongue meeting mine as I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper into my ass. I did feel like I belonged to him. So full, so complete as he moved his cock slowly into me, stretching me, taking me. I felt him stiffen and then a warm sensation as his cum shot deep into my ass. It felt wonderful as he pumped his juice in, pushing, deeper, deeper until he relaxed on top of me. I kissed his neck as he pulled his cock free of my ass. I could feel my hole gaping open as warm cum trickled out and down my leg. The next two days of the conference were spent with me servicing him whenever he asked. I sucked his cock or offered him my ass at will. I lost track of how many times I sucked him off in the next two days. The last two nights we roomed together we just shared the same bed. That last night, Steve had just fucked me from behind as we spooned in the bed. My ass had grown accustomed to his cock and this time rather than pull out, he left his dick buried up my backside as he wrapped his arms around me pulling me tightly into his body. "Steve, tomorrow when I leave, did you mean that about coming down to see you? I mean is that something you just said?" I inquired. "No, I meant it. Now that I've had that little pussy of yours, I expect to get it often," he said softly. "Pussy?" I shot back. "Yea, your little pussy. That little boy pussy of yours. The pussy you gave up to me. It's mine now," he explained. "I have an ass, yours is a little boy pussy." "Well...what do I say. I mean what do I do about Laurie. I mean, what if she asks what I'm doing? Where I'm going?" I inquired. "Bring her too boy. Bring her down to see me. Both of you," he chuckled. I pulled away and turned the best I could. His arms holding me from facing him. "No Steve. You can't involve her.. She can't know, please," I begged. "Know? Know what a gay boy she married. That you're a cock sucker now? You like a hard dick up that little pussy of yours," he said back. His voice different. Almost defiant, dominant. "No boy. You belong to me. Your ass, your mouth. You'll do whatever I tell you when I tell you. You understand?" "Steve, I'll do anything, but please don't let Laurie know. Don't let her find out what I've done," I pleaded back. I felt tears welt up in my eyes. The horror of her knowing I had crossed the line. That I had become some man's lover. And worse, it sounded like Steve intended to have her as well. My own wife. "I know you'll do anything. Anything I want. We both know that," Steve said as he pulled me back tighter to his chest. "And if I tell you to suck my dick in front of her, you damn well will. You'll do it and will not hesitate. I'll fuck your little ass while she looks on. And I'll fuck her too. Both of you. You understand?" he said so emphatically. "You'll both be my little play things, my little bitches. I'll have you both whenever and wherever I want. You got that?" The realization of what he intended sunk in. I knew he would. And if I said no what would he do? Would he tell her? Tell her what I had become. What we had done? Would she believe him? His voice interrupted my thoughts. "Anyway, deep down that's what you want. We both know that. You like me fucking you. Feeding you my cock. You like being my little bitch. That's what you've become now. Not a boy. Just a little bitch. You want your wife to see you sucking my big cock. Taking that load, swallowing my cum. You'd like that. Laurie, watching me fuck that little pussy of yours. You want that now. To be honest with her." Steve knew he had me. He knew I was completely resigned to his bidding, "I'm going to take your wife. Just like I did you. I'm going to fuck her. Fuck her right in front of you. And then you'll lick her juices off my cock and eat that sperm I put in her tight little box. What's more, you're going to ask me to do it. Beg me to do it. So will she. I'm sure she'll still fuck you after she's had my cock, but it'll never be the same. Not when I'm done stretching that little cunt of hers out." Steve's breath was hot on the back of my neck. "And you want to give your wife to me. You want me to fuck that little pussy of hers, maybe take her ass too. Would you like that? Would you like watching me fuck her little ass like I do yours?" I couldn't believe what he was saying. Then I felt him reach around to my cock. It was stiff from all his talk. "Look at that. Your little dick is all hard from thinking about it. Thinking about me fucking her little pussy. Taking her little anal cherry. You're excited thinking about it aren't you? It really gets you off thinking of me fucking your wife doesn't it? Tell me!" he demanded. "Yes, fuck yes," I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was saying. "What is it you want me to do Bobby?" he smirked. "I want you to fuck her. Fuck my wife like you fucked me," I moaned. "That's what you want? What you really want?" he continued. "Yes, I want you to. I want us both to be yours. I'll do it. I'll, I'll do it," I said as I felt him pumping my cock. "That's a good boy. Okay, you bring her down to my place next weekend. I'll email you directions how to get there. You leave everything to me. Before the end of the weekend, you'll both be my little sluts." Steve turned my face and planted his lips squarely on mine. It was a long, deep kiss. He flipped off the lamp. His cock still buried up my ass. In a span of four days I had become Steve's little bitch and now he intended to have my wife as well. And I would give her to him. We would both be his sluts. His little bitches. I didn't know exactly how it would happen. But I did know – it would.

Title: My First Foxy: A Primer on the Care and Feeding of Your New Pet by danath Tags: Ball Growth, Blueberry jizz, Cock Growth, Collar, Cum Inflation, Fox, Gay, Hyena, Hyperphallic, Leash, M/M, Male My First Foxy: A Primer on the Care and Feeding of Your New Pet By Danath [www.danath.com](http://www.danath.com/) Kraven Lupei ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kravenlupei/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kravenlupei/)) & Knoxin ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/knoxin/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/knoxin/)) are © their owners. Used with permission. \* \* \* Kraven scanned the bar, checking out the patrons to see if anyone fit his taste. A few males stood out to him, but he didn't rush to judgment, preferring to take his time and savor the decision. The hyena slipped his drink, watching over the rim of his glass at the plethora of options available. There was the cute little otter in the corner, for starters. He was hanging out with a few felines and a shaggy dog. The otter was slim, short, and viciously cute, but Kraven wasn't in the mood for otters tonight. He let his eyes wander as he felt his sheath bulge up a bit in his pants. He was horny as hell and desperately needed a good, solid fucking - hence tonight's excursion to find some prey. The blueberry hyena could land pretty much anyone he liked, thanks to his good looks, fit body, and obviously thick cock, presently curving out against his camouflage cargo pants. Kraven leaned back on his bar stool and brushed some of the collar-length light-teal hair from his eyes. He licked his lips as his sheath bulged again and he surreptitiously reached down to give it a pat. "Easy, boy..." The hyena reached over his head with both arms, stretching his muscles and causing his tight, sleeveless white shirt to wrap even more tightly around his pectorals. His thick, shaggy neck fur fluffed up some when he paused, mid-stretch, and stared across the bar. A long, slow smile crept over his face. Target acquired. The fox was slim, cute, with a shock of purple hair draping across his forehead, reaching to just between his eyes in a point colored a bright teal, the same as his eyes. A small brown soul patch grew in on his cream-colored chin; otherwise, from what the hyena could see, the fox had the regular deep orange, nearly red fur typical of his species, with dark brown ears and paws. Kraven stood from his seat and winced when his package swung in his pants. His cock was already thickening and heading down one leg of his baggy pants. He ran a paw through his faded teal hair as he walked around the bar towards the fox, who was presently talking to a bar regular. The hyena tapped the fox on the shoulder and sneakily ran his paw over the top of the vulpine's glass, dropping a few pills inside. They quickly dissolved, leaving no trace in the bubbling drink. Kraven bared his teeth at the other male, warning him off the fox, though his features relaxed into a smile as the fox turned around. The other patron backed off hurriedly, aware of Kraven's reputation. "Hello, cute stuff," Kraven said, reaching up to pinch the fox's chin between his thumb and finger. "You here alone tonight?" The fox's eyes scanned the hyena rapidly, taking in the thick blue pelt, the darker blue spots running down the sides of his neck and arms, the rough scars around his wrists from a well-worn life, and, of course, the growing bulge in the hyena's pants. It throbbed noticeably, bumping into the fox's knee, and he gulped. "What's your name?" Kraven asked, taking a sip of his drink before he spoke. The fox grabbed for his drink, paws trembling a bit, and took a slug of the cool liquor before responding. Kraven's smile widened by a fraction. "I'm Knoxin," he said, ears struggling to maintain their uprightness in the alpha hyena's presence. "Cute name... cute fox..." Kraven licked his lips as he let his paw slip around the fox's neck, down to his shoulder, and tease across his slim chest, pausing to pinch each of his nipples in turn through his black and silver t-shirt. Already the small male's package pushed against his tight black pants. The hyena had to hold back his gleeful laugh when the fox downed the last of his drink in an attempt to soothe his nerves. He signaled the bartender for two more and, as he passed the fox the glass, dropped yet more pills into the liquor. Tonight would be fun. He kept chatting up the fox, teasing him occasionally with his paws, or leaning in to inhale his scent and nibble on his ears. The fox giggled, moaned slightly, and pushed into the hyena's paws. When Kraven's teeth closed around a pinch of skin on his neck, teasing him through his pelt, the fox froze and a whine of pleasure hissed out of his nose and mouth. The hyena pulled back, teeth bared in a ferocious smile. How good would tonight be? He'd already found this male's weakness. The fox wobbled back and forth, gasping lightly and rubbing at his neck with his paw. Knoxin felt the effects of the pills, though of course, he attributed it to the liquor he'd drank too quickly. The mickey wouldn't knock him out, but it would lower his inhibitions and cause some mild confusion, allowing Kraven to manipulate him more easily. It would also result in the whole reason the hyena was on the hunt tonight. "You're a hot little fox," the hyena whispered, before nipping the smaller male's neck again, triggering another whine. "How about I take you home with me?" "Ah... ahhh... I don't... I don't know," Knoxin gasped, body trembling. "I feel kind... kind of funny." Kraven grinned and reached between the fox's thighs, pressing his palm into the bulge there. Knoxin moaned louder than he had before and looked down, shocked. "Something... something's wrong!" he moaned. "I'm not... I'm not that big!" A fat bulge, at least ten inches long, pushed up and to the side in the fox's tight pants, forming an obvious ridge. It trembled as Kraven groped it, squeezing and stroking through the fabric. The fox shuddered as it pulsed, thickening and lengthening under the hyena's touch. It glowed faintly through the black fabric, the same teal color as his hair and eyes. "It's... it's getting bigger!" "Yes... I wonder why?" the hyena said, apparently perfectly innocent. "Maybe I ought to take you back to my place so that you don't get too big for these tight pants..." The whole time, the hyena kept his paws working, massaging and teasing the growing length in the fox's clothes. Soon, it pushed up past the waistband, forcing itself past the belt as it flexed, more than 16 inches already. The head spurt into Knoxin's t-shirt as it grew and flopped forward, pulling the fabric away from his lithe chest. The teal color of the pointed shaft was even more obvious now, as the thin shirt blocked little of the bio-luminescent light emanating from the fat stalk. "Oh... do you think... that's a good idea?" Knoxin moaned. Kraven leaned in and opened his muzzle. Instead of speaking, however, he took a large nip of the fox's neck. The vulpine nearly fell off his stool and Kraven had to catch him as his jaws closed tightly, suckling and kneading the thick neck fur with his sharp teeth. The blue male dug into his pocket, tossed a few bills on the bar, and held Knoxin's arm over his shoulder. "Let's get you home, foxy..." It wasn't hard to convince the slim fox to get into the car. He was trembling, moaning, and dripping as his erection continued to grow, soon pushing past his nipples, though his shirt kept it upright as he sat in the car. The drive went quick - Kraven amused himself the whole while as he played with Knoxin's rapidly growing erection. By the time he got the staggering, moaning, dripping fox into his house, Kraven's cock stretched down his pant leg, nearly to his knee, and he shuddered with anticipation. The fox was nearly bigger than him already. No time for foreplay. Kraven pushed the fox onto his back on the bed, ignoring Knoxin's cries as his cock slapped against his belly and chest. A few moments later, the blue hyena had the fox's pants and shirt off. The fox wriggled on the bed, both paws clutching at the covers as his huge erection wormed its way up his chest. The point reached nearly to his ears by the time Kraven got undressed. "Such a hot little foxy," the hyena groaned, working his cock with both paws. The ebony length stretched out in front of him, thick and hard, nearly two feet long. His heavy nuts hung below, drawn up tight to the base of the shaft as clear pre trickled down the underside. His chest and belly flexed as he watched the fox, waiting for the pills to finish their work. The lithe male on the bed grunted and moaned. His cock, the same teal color as his eyes, glowed in the dark room, casting off a bit of greenish light. His massive member flopped up and down, throbbing and pulsing, getting larger by the moment. He whined constantly and Kraven, unable to resist, bent over him, grinding his chest into the fox's cock. His tongue went to Knoxin's ears, teasing the insides. Hyena teeth are sharp and the fox went still, hardly able to breath, when those dozens of sharp white pearls tickled their way down the sensitive flesh of his ears, then his cheek, and finally his neck. Pre-cum pumped out of his fat, pointed tip onto the pillow near the head of the bed, far past his ears, when Kraven's teeth clamped around his neck. The hyena grunted, tasting the fox's scent on his tongue, feeling the pulse of his jugular between his lips. The fox's hips went rigid and his claws lifted, coming down on Kraven's backside, grabbing his shoulders and nearly piercing his skin. "Unnn... nnnnnoo... ooooh..." Various moans and shudders greeted Kraven's ears as he rolled his tongue around the fox's neck. The vulpine really got off on the neck biting, the hyena discovered, as he felt the massive shaft pinned between their bodies pulse dangerously. He clenched his teeth more tightly, shifting his jaws a bit so that he was horizontal, across the smooth, slim neck, and gnawed lightly, teasing the fox with the power of his muzzle. The fox gasped, spluttered, paws scrabbling for purchase in Kraven's thick back fur. The hyena grunted, tongue wetting down Knoxin's neck, threatening the small male's throat with a multitude of sharp teeth. The fox battered at his shoulders, hips thrusting wildly; Kraven felt the huge length spearing from his hips slap against his sides more than once as he worked his tongue down through the fox's fur. His teeth scraped on skin as he bit just a little more tightly, able to feel the pulse of the vulpine's jugular strongly now. Knoxin's body tensed. His fat erection, still growing, draped over Kraven's backside as the hyena continued to chew, lick, nibble, and tease on the smaller male's sensitive neck, working from one side to the other and back again. He had to forcefully pin the male down by his shoulders as he wailed and moaned, lurching side to side as pleasure ramped up in his loins. The hyena shuddered as he felt splashes of pre-cum splatter into his fur, soaking down his lower back. The fox cried out again, lifted his hips, and shot a huge load of pre over his head. The tail end of the spurt landed mostly on the back of Kraven's head and he finally relented, not wanting to make the foxy pop too soon. The hyena smiled as he lifted his muzzle and licked the fox's nose. Almost immediately, Knoxin relaxed, panted, and closed his eyes. "Oooh... what.... What's happening to me?" he gasped, both hands moving to his erection, now nearly three and a half feet long. It stretched over his head, slightly curved, and was nearly as thick around as his own hips. A pair of balls, each half as big as a basketball, rested between his spread thighs. Kraven hadn't seen anything so gorgeous in a long time. This subby little male would be the perfect toy for the night. He licked his lips, still able to taste Knoxin's deliciously sharp scent in his muzzle, and squeezed the base of his own not-inconsiderable erection. For a moment, he considered simply fucking the fox senseless, and his cock surged in agreement, but his tail hole demanded attention. He'd topped too many times. He needed a good pounding. And besides... this fox wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Plenty of time to fuck his brains out later. Being a top, being dominant, meant a life full of tough decisions, the blue hyena decided. Still, as the fox lay moaning, writhing, gasping and moaning on his bed, he knew he had to follow his original plan. The muscular hyena procured a leash and collar from nightstand. He held it up in front of the fox's muzzle and smiled. "See what it says, foxy?" the hyena said. "Read it out for me." "It... it says... p... pet..." "Yes, it does. It says 'pet'. Do you know why?" The fox shook his head, teeth chattering as his paws vigorously worked his hyper-sized erection. "It's because tonight you're going to be all mine. I'm going to use you however I want, and there's nothing you're going to do about it," the hyena said, leaning down so his muzzle hovered a few inches from the fox's. "And like any good pet, if you're good, you'll get a nice treat." "Nnnnggggghhh..." "Good boy." Kraven fastened the collar around the fox's neck, making sure to leave it loose enough that he could still get his teeth in there later, should it be necessary. The long lead he wrapped around his wrist and pulled, watching with amusement when the fox tried to pull back and resist. "Now, now, foxy... be a good boy," he warned, reaching out to press his paw flat to the vulpine's roiling, taut, basketball-sized sac. The fox went ridged as the hyena's claws tickled his sac. Ten sharp black claws rippled through the light cream fur, occasionally teasing the insides of Knoxin's smooth thighs. The fox's slim chest heaved as the weight of his massive cock bounced up and down against it. At the base of the huge teal shaft, a slight knot began to form. Kraven almost purred like a cat when he saw that and his tail hole tensed with anticipation. Things were just getting better and better... The hyena could wait no more. His rump tingled as he used a bottle of lube to slather his tense hole, using a few fingers to spread it around inside himself. His other paw grasped the lead firmly, keeping the line taut. It was a bit of a struggle to get in position. He had to stand, legs spread, over Knoxin's head and reach back with a paw to lift the massive teal stalk up into the air. Pushing back against it, he shuddered as he felt the pointed tip slip under his lifted tail. The hyena's thighs trembled as he pushed back harder, groaning with delight as his hole gradually spread open. He forced himself back, ignoring the cries of the fox beneath him for now. With a surge of effort, he thrust his hips back and howled when the tip sunk in. His cheeks dimpled inwards, pulled by the thickness of the four-foot fox cock. The lip of the crown pierced him as his thick ebony shaft hit his hunched over body in the chin, splattering his face with his own clear pre. He hauled on the leash and growled. "Get those hips moving, pet," he demanded of Knoxin. "C'mon!" The skinny fox's face alternated between wide-eyed immobilization and cute little growls. His paws went to the base of his cock, holding himself just above his growing knot, as the hyena shoved himself down, taking the fox's generous new endowments inch by inch. Kraven's belly soon stretched outwards as the massive shaft penetrated him deeper and deeper. His legs spread, his toes splayed, as he used gravity to sit himself down on his pet's arousal. His long black shaft flopped forward, draping itself over Knoxin's chest and face. He pulled on the leash again, forcing the fox's head up, and used his other paw to smear his lips and nose with pre-cum from the tip of his spurting shaft. "Lick it up, pet," he gasped, hips stretching and creaking the whole while. Knoxin opened his mouth, eyes glassy, and found the taste surprisingly good. The hyena's fat erection tasted for all the world like a big, fat, juicy blueberry. He moaned as he dragged his tongue over the skin, loving the taste. The hyena's thick clear pre-cum tasted even better, like a freshly baked blueberry pie with whipped cream. The more thick pre-cum pumped out of the broad, smooth, rounded tip, the more Knoxin wanted to slurp up the messy jizz. Soon, nearly half of the teal stalk was planted inside the hyena's stretching body. His belly fur was taut, stretched like a balloon around the tip of the fox's pointed dick. With both of Knoxin's paws working his hard shaft, Kraven ran his free hand across his stomach, groaning as he felt his fingers push into the hyper-cock inside him through his own blue fur and skin. His other paw held the leash tight, keeping the fox's muzzle against his aching tip. "Thrust those hips, pet! I want it all!" The fox tried to oblige, but the weight of the shaft was so much, it was pinning him down as much as Kraven was. Still, more of the bulging center part of the shaft ground into the hyena's body. The urethra, pinched where it slid against Kraven's aching hole, bulged outwards, entirely full of thick pre-cum. Kraven grunted and pushed himself down harder, faster, pumping his knees to bounce a little as he worked himself down. The fox below moaned even louder, tongue flopping out, clear pre-cum drizzling into his open mouth from the fat black stalk above him. "Oooh... yesss... almost... there!" Kraven gasped as he forced his hips down. He was stretched so huge already and the fox's cock was just so thick... his belly bulged, rounding out slightly as it filled with pre-cum, hiding the outline of the vulpine cock spearing him somewhat, though the pointed tip was still very much visible. The hyena's toes curled into the covers as he felt the growing knot hit his rump, stopping him from taking the fox any further. Gritting his teeth, Kraven pushed down even harder. Every fiber of muscle in his body flexed, straining to their limits, as he tried to stretch himself further, to take the thick, growing knot. His ass stretched by the millimeter, slowly opening around the broad expanse of flesh. Knoxin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the pinching, tight body take the upper few inches of his knot. The pressure only grew, the pleasure intensified, as Kraven took more and more of the fat ball of flesh. His balls audibly rumbled, swelling nearly a foot larger in a matter of moments as his climax readied itself. His body lurched upwards, finding the strength to thrust at last. Kraven's eyes closed tightly as he felt the fox's hips pounding upwards. Inch by inch, his ass stretched wider and wider, until his legs were spread nearly horizontally. His fingers grabbed onto Knoxin's shoulders as he hauled himself down. His belly bloated further, round and fat, laying on top of his own massive black cock and forcing it down into Knoxin's neck and chest. The tight ring of flesh surrounding the fox's knot reached the midway point. With a deep moan of lust, Kraven's rump closed tight around the lower half of the knot, taking it in just a second, compared to the minutes it took to take the upper half. His belly and chest stretched outwards as four feet of fox cock throbbed within him. The knot alone stretched his hips like taffy, distending and contorting his body. Kraven gurgled and pulled on the leash as the fox's whines and pants increased in volume. The fox's huge sac sloshed and jiggled until, with a sharp bark, the vulpine climaxed. There was no chance he could stop the tide of hot white jizz that exploded inside the hyena. Kraven felt the first gush pump into his belly and dropped his muzzle wide open, unable to even groan as the second burst hit a moment later. His stomach sloshed like a waterbed as, within a few moments, it stretched outwards larger and larger, until it completely covered the fox underneath him, smoothing the smaller male with his blueberry fur. He grabbed his chest and belly, gasping for a breath as his taut skin stretched with the sheer flood of seed spurting inside him. The fox's knot throbbed, making him grunt and wriggle. Every motion caused him to clench uncontrollably around that massive teal length. His own cock, hard and thick, trapped between his belly and the fox, exploded as his climax came upon him without warning. He kept cumming and cumming and cumming, blowing his continuous load directly over the fox's neck and face, pinned as it was under his fat, rotund belly. Rather than diminish, the flow only increased as the fox's nuts emptied into him. In fact, Kraven's balls grew larger, swelling in size as though feeding off the mass of cum pumping into his distorted belly. He gasped and gurgled, head tipped back, as the fox disappeared entirely from view beneath his huge stomach - not even his ears were visible. Kraven could still hear the faint whines and barks of a fox experiencing the most intense orgasm of his life, however, and the larger male smiled blissfully as his own pleasure increased. Even the most hyper of foxes had to run out of cum eventually, though, and with a shuddering moan of pleasure, Kraven rolled onto his side. The fox's incredible knot was simply too large to pull out, and would remain that way for many hours. On his side, facing the fox, he watched as the smaller male gasped and panted, tongue out, face covered in blueberry jizz. The hyena's cock pumped steadily, still shooting seed in an effort to drain the body attached. Lazy pulses sent echoes of pleasure through both their bodies, as the teal shaft twitched occasionally. The fox moaned and leaned over, licking the hyena's broad tip, still drinking the blueberry pie-flavored cum with obvious delight. In fact, Knoxin's knot had locked itself in Kraven's rump so perfectly tightly that his cheeks were nearly dry. Hardly any of the vulpine's thick cum managed to escape that way, leaving Kraven fat and full, with a belly nearly twice his original width. Knoxin pressed into the swell and curves, making "rrffs" and "unnngggs" as his knot twitched inside the warm rump. Kraven, who couldn't lean down much anymore, panted and tugged on the leash. "Good boy... once that knot goes down in ten hours or so, we're going to do it all over again," he said. "Didn't I promise you a treat if you were a good pet?" Fin

Title: Behind the tapestry Pt. 10 - Conclusion Tags: oral, passion, pregnant, oral sex, bdsm Their laughter and playfulness during breakfast the next morning was not unusual for others to witness. He would reach over with his fork, offering her a half of a cherry tomato that was mistakenly put on his plate. She would shake her head and tell him that he needs to eat it. "Tomatoes are good for you my king." She said as he attempted to offer her the tomato. "No my queen, tomatoes are good for you. They are a nuisance to me." He said as he dropped the tomato half in an empty bowl. After breakfast, the king and queen enjoyed a walk in their garden. They slowly meandered through the maze of flowers, and felt as if they were floating in the serenity of the environment. The dazzling colors and the perfumed scented air swirled around them as if the flowers themselves were enjoying the presence of the royal couple. Exiting the garden, the king led the queen to the stables. "My love." The queen said softly. "I hope you do not expect me to climb atop a horse and ride with you." With a twinkle in his eye, the king emitted a slight chuckle. "The thought never crossed my mind. But, I do think with a little assistance, you will be able to take two small steps up into a carriage." He had led her through the stables to a waiting carriage outside the fence. With the aid of his outstretched hand, she deftly scaled the step and sat on the padded seat. The king took the reins from the stable boy, made a clucking sound in his cheek then said, "Come on boy." The horse exited the grounds with an easy gait that was neither too fast nor too slow. "Just right for mama bear." The king thought then smiled as he looked over at his love. They rode in silence for quite a while. Many times the king wanted to remind her that all of his thoughts and desires always lead back to her. He wanted to tell her how radiant and beautiful she was to him. He felt like he needed to stand and proclaim his love at the top of his voice. But, he knew she needed to be alone with her thoughts. He knew that there were many times he talked too much and needed to be quiet and listen. Listening not only to her words but to her actions, her expressions. She already knew that he would stand in front of a thousand archers with their bowstrings pulled taut just to protect her. What she needed now was the silence in order to think. He would wait for her to begin a conversation, if she decided she wanted to speak. She reached over and rested her hand on his thigh as they rode. He held the reins in one hand then placed his other on top of hers. Wrapping his fingers around her hand he gave it a slight squeeze. Turning to him, her face pale and a tear in her eye, she began to talk. "I am afraid. I am going to be a mommy soon and I am scared to death. I have never done this before and I do not know if I will be a good mommy. Every action I do will need to be with the thought that my child will see or end up knowing my action. My child will emulate what they see." She sighed. Sniffled. Then continued. "I do not even know how to hold a baby." She began crying and trying to talk between sobs. "You will think"...sob..."my body is ugly and never want to touch me again!" "How am I to raise a child if I am not even sure how to change a diaper?" She covered her face with both of her hands and released a shuddering cry. The king rubbed her back as she expelled the pent up worry and anxiety. Once her breathing returned to normal and she stopped crying, she sat up and wiped her tears with her kerchief. "I am sorry my love. Forgive me for being so weak." She said as she dabbed her eyes and forehead. The king kept his eyes forward as they continued to ride. Still holding the reins in one hand, he removed his other hand from her back, reached over, gripped her hand and held it in his. "You got very upset with me when I released you from your duties with the kingdom. I know how strong you are. I admire your strength. I also know that it is your weakness. You will continue to work, to fight and to press on until you are exhausted." He looked at her and smiled. "In your worries you have seemed to forgotten about me." "I most certainly have not!" She exclaimed. "Oh, but you have." He said as he looked forward once again. "You say that you do not know how to hold a baby or change a diaper. You say that you are frightened because you have never been a mommy." He took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled. "You forget that I have never been a daddy. I have never held a baby or changed a diaper. We are experiencing these things together, for the first time! I am also frightened, but I know that we will be together and we will be the best mommy and best daddy that we can be. We will have the best people helping us and guiding us in what we need to do so our baby will be safe." He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. As for your body. You also forget that it belongs to me. I love your body, I love your soul. I love you. Period." The king stopped the carriage under a tree by their waterfall, hopped down and tied the lead rope so the horse will not wonder. The queen stood and held out her hand so he could assist her in stepping down, but he got back into the carriage and stood facing her. He placed his hands on either side of her face, kissed the tip of her nose then began to speak. "Do not forget about me. We are in this together. I love you more than any words I could say or write. This child is our child. I will be up when it cries so that you may sleep a little longer. I will change the diaper so you may rest. I have vowed to take care of you and this is just another small way for me to prove to you that I honor my vows." He leaned in and kissed her lips. "You are not doing all of this alone. This is us. Not just you and me. But us as a family." Another kiss. Longer. Deeper. "As for your body. You are mine. I will always want what is mine." He lowered his hands and began to remove her clothes. His eyes locked on hers as he bared her shoulders. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly as his lips kissed her neck. She could feel the breeze as her nipples were released and became erect. He sat her down on the seat frame as each breast and nipple were kissed, sucked and nibbled. Her clothes sat in a heap on the floor of the carriage as he positioned himself on the seat of the carriage with her feet resting on either side of him. "I am hungry my queen." He leaned forward and inserted his extended tongue into her wet and open lips. She could hear his moans as his tongue flicked and slid on and in her. He sucked on her hardened clit moving his head up and down on her with the same motions her head moves when she is taking him in her mouth. He felt her hands on the back of his head as she buried his face into her. She was stealing his breath as she began to shudder. Her quivering body made his hunger deepen which encouraged him to renew his efforts in pleasing her. After a quick gasp of air, he feasted on her dripping wetness. He inserted a finger and curled it upwards and began to thrust his hand as he cleaned every drop of nectar she emitted. Her orgasmic moan roared along side the water fall. Her gasps rushed along with the breathy wind. Her sweet vocalizations married with the songs of the birds. Her king pleased her. He gave her whatever she wanted and would deny himself everything in order to please her. That night while they were in bed, the queen was unable to get comfortable. The king rubbed her back, rearranged the pillows, got her water to drink. When he returned to the bed with a cool and a warm wash cloth, the queen was sitting on the edge of the bed. "What can I do to help you my love?" He said as he neared. "You can feed me." She said looking up at him. "Of course I will feed you. Would you like some fruit? Pineapple maybe? How about some tomatoes?" He said with a wink. The queen said nothing but reached out and parted his bed robe. She cradled his sack in her hand and pulled him to her. While squeezing and rubbing him, she took his soft cock into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she buried her face up to his body. He felt her begin to swallow and move her tongue as he quickly hardened. His tapered head began to direct itself down her throat and she did not pull away. She was hungry. She began to move her mouth up and down his shaft with deep and fierce movements. Both of her hands now placed on each cheek, fingernails leaving crescent shaped moons in his skin as she dug in and slammed his body into her mouth. She was hungry and he was going to feed her. As he started to reach for the back of her head to pull her away so he could release himself on her chest, she grabbed his wrists and held his arms to his side. She must have sensed he was close but she did not pull away. She held held him deep in her throat as he drained himself in her. She was hungry and she was being fed. She swallowed and sucked. She licked and nibbled. She freed his wrists then began to stroke him with her hand causing residual cum to surface to the head so she could lick it away. "Thank you my king." She said as she laid back on the bed. "Are you comfortable now?" He said as he laid down and curled his body next to her. "Yes, my love. I am." She said dreamily. "You know." "I do." As the king awoke, he reached for his queen. It was a habit of his every morning. He awakens before her, reaches to gently touch her hand, cheek or shoulder then kisses that part he touched. She was the first thing he reached for in the morning and the last thing he reached for in the evening. A blanket, a pillow then the edge of the bed was all he felt. The queen had awakened before him and he did not feel any movement when she arose. This puzzled the king because he was a light sleeper. Any sound or movement caused him to open his eyes at least, and stay alert until he determined if his queen was safe. But, he neither felt nor heard her get out of the bed. He shrugged into his robe as he made his way across the room. "Maybe she stepped out onto the balcony for fresh air," he thought as he opened the balcony door. His brow furrowed when he saw the empty balcony with no evidence of her presence. He turned and reentered the bed chamber, closing the door behind him. The corner of a piece of paper on the queens vanity fluttered in the slight breeze caused by the closing door. The king walked over to the paper and held it up. It was a note from the queen. My King, I am glad I did not wake you when I left. It would have made this much more difficult. I have met people from a nearby kingdom and have befriended them. Their interests and their stories have piqued my interest and I have decided that I want to be with them. You have given to me, you have opened up and shared your life with me and I appreciate how much you have tried to make me happy. But I am a greedy girl. I do not want to wait and see if you would like or do the things my new friends like. I do love you, but it will be best for me to no longer communicate with you. Goodbye. The sunlight began to shimmer and fade as tears filled the kings eyes. His throat tightened and he felt his stomach fold and tighten into knots that tied themselves into knots. He fell to his knees with a bone wrenching jar and felt pain as his soul begin to rend itself from his being. The pain was minimal compared to the pain he felt in his heart. The heart he had given to her. He trusted her. He told her of his dreams, his insecurities and fears. All held in his heart. He was feeling his heart become lighter because of her. The heaviness was dissipating because he had no longer carried it with him. He had given his heart to her. Here it is was again. Given back to him. Full of pain. Heavy with torment and sadness. He wanted to lock himself away. To hide. He wanted to do nothing that brought him pleasure because he lost the only thing he had ever wanted. Love. He was not aware that he had crawled to his bed but he knew he lacked the strength to stand and lay on the bed. He decided to lay on the cold stone floor. That is what he felt he deserved because he was not good enough for warmth. He did not earn the comfort of a warm bed. The tears formed puddles on the floor where he laid his head. His crying had become sobs. The only audible sounds he emitted were, "why why why..." over and over. In his mind he felt as if he were dying. He no longer had the desire to be a king. He wanted to go away and hide. His goal of pleasing his queen, loving her with the deep passion that he possessed, denying himself in order to make her happy, to make her smile was all gone. His body began to shake. He was unable to control the shaking and he wailed and clenched his teeth in anguish. The grief was so great, it felt to him as if hands were on his side and shaking him. "Why! WHY! WHYYYYYYY!!" He groaned as the shaking increased. "MY KING...OH MY KING!" He could hear the words and began to slow his breathing so he could tell those at the door yelling "My king" that he was ok and they could go away. The shaking of his body continued so he decided to roll to his back in order to regain some control. As he tuned to his back, the feeling of the hands shaking him stopped. The words, "My king oh my king" were replaced with, "My love, oh my love." He could hear someone cry and felt a hand caress the side of his face. He opened his eyes to see the queen kneeling over him, her face distorted in distress from crying. Her lips were forming "my love" over and over again. He quickly sat up and she lunged herself at him and gripped him tightly around the neck. "You came back." He whispered then began to cry once again. "I never left." She said as she held onto him tightly. "Why would I leave? Where would I go? I have been in bed my love." The king lifted his hands to show her the note and realized his hands were empty. "What happened to the note?" He asked as he was moving his robe around looking for the piece of paper. "What note?" She asked as she pulled away. "Were you dreaming of writing a note?" "Dreaming?" he asked. "Have you been in our bed the entire night?" "Of course I have. If I would have gotten up I know it would have awaken you. I have been asleep the entire night until I heard you stand up a few minutes ago. You then fell to your knees so hard I knew it must have hurt. It took me a little bit of time to get myself out of bed and throw a robe over me. By the time I was able to get over to you and lower myself to the floor, you were sobbing and saying why why why, over and over again. I began to shake you in order to awaken you. I was afraid and yelled." She sat next to him and grabbed his hand. Lifting it to her lips, she began to kiss his knuckles and fingers. It had been a dream he thought. The most horrible nightmare he could ever imagine. "What were you dreaming my king? What caused you such great anguish?" She asked as she snuggled into him. "It was a nightmare of great loss my love. I felt as if my soul was being torn from my body as if my skin were being peeled. But, it was just a dream." He said as he kissed her. He stood up and helped her stand then walked her over to the bath. He filled it with water that was warm enough to cause small wisps of steam to rise. After removing her robe he disrobed himself and helped her into the bath. He took his time washing her body. He cherished and worshiped every part of her with his hands. He massaged her back as she sat between his legs then he got up and faced her. Taking first one foot then the other, he began to caress, massage and knead each foot. He knew how much she needed the relief in her feet and he was willing to give her that relief for as long as she needed. He decided not to tell her the specifics of the dream. It was his insecurity, his nightmare and he felt it would be best for her to not know a dream of her leaving him had entered his mind. Worries of: is he doing enough for her, does he prove his love enough to her, will she ever grow tired of him and seek other adventures haunted him. "My love." He heard her angelic voice pierce through the evil of his mind as it was attempting to cause him grief once again. He looked from her foot to her face and saw that she had her head laid back and her eyes closed. "Yes my queen." "You do not like feet. Why have you held onto mine and massaged them for so long? I am not complaining, I am wondering what I have done to deserve your love and devotion." She said as she opened her eyes and looked at him. He lowered her foot in the water then leaned forward and placed his hands on her tummy. "Because I love you. I know you love me. I was so lost before you that I cherish every second I have with you. I honor every part of your body. I would die for you so that you may live and be happy. I would be so empty without you that by seeing you from a distance or hearing your voice comforts and fills me. I have never known love like this and honestly it scares me." He stood and offered her his hand. After they exited the bath he toweled her dry and wrapped a new robe around her. "Very soon we will be parents. I need you to know that although I will devote love and time to our baby, you are still my true and deep love. You and you alone." After he finished speaking, he walked to her and kissed her lips. He held her as they stood in the middle of the room in their robes. They began to sway and slowly dance from the music that was shared within their hearts. This was love. They could hold and caress one another in a gentle embrace or tie one another up and leave marks of love. He had reached his goal. His goal was his queen. Two days later the king, hand maid and the hand maids mother were assisting the queen as she was in labor. The king never left her while she was giving birth. He was encouraged to wait out in the hall, and was told that it was not normal for the man to be present during birth. But, the king would not leave his queen. That night the king sent out an announcement that the king and queen are now parents. They are parents of a beautiful little girl and a handsome little boy. The queen gave birth to twins! The king had constructed two sleeping cribs for the babies. They had converted part of the library into a nursery. The adjoining door to their bed chamber was kept open so the king and queen could hear the babies while they sleep. Many nights the queen would awaken to the sound of the babies crying only to be pat on the leg and told to stay in bed for a little while. The king would get up and hold them, soothe them and change their diapers allowing her to rest a little longer. Sometimes the babies would go back to sleep after a diaper change and she would feel the king return to bed. Each time he returned she would hear him release a deep and loving sigh. She had asked him why he sighed after spending time with the babies at night. "We have brought them into the world and they depend on us. It is up to us to take care of them. They will look to us for guidance, comfort and love. At no time in my life would I wish for our children find out something displeasing about us. About something we did or have said. We should live our lives in the way we would want our children to live. So, as I lay back in to bed with you I sigh. I sigh because they will grow up knowing that my love for you is deeper than any ocean. My love for you soars above every mountain. I am not ashamed that people know that I love you so dearly. That is why I sigh. I sigh because they will have seen love and how is it intended." Over the next few months the queen would wait until the king patted her leg and tell her to stay in bed, she would quietly get up and watch him from the doorway. "Hello my loves." He would whisper. His gentle voice would begin to soothe them as he approached. She smiled as she would watch him take one and change the diaper then change the other. He would then cradle both of them as he sat in a rocking chair and hold them. Sometimes she would hear him hum, other times she could hear him sing. She knew the king hated the sound of his voice when he tried to sing but yet he quietly sang to the babies. For him to die to his own ego in this way showed her another aspect of his willingness to give everything he has to love. Her favorite time of standing in the doorway was when he would quietly tell them stories. She knew he had stories flowing through his mind all of the time. Just like the first time he took her to the waterfall. Tonight was a story night. She could hear things like bluebonnet flowers covering the fields and how the prince and princess would dangle their toes in the water. How they magically turned into a mermaid and a merman and swam through the water with the greatest of speed. How they would jump out of the water and do flips to the applause of the king and queen as they watched. She walked in behind him and kissed him atop the head and thanked him for allowing her the extra time to rest. He sat with her as she fed the babies saying he wished there was a way he could feed them so she would not have to get up all of the time. "Do not try to steal this precious time away from me my king." She said with a smile. "They suckle to me and me alone. This is my time. You have your songs and your stories. I cannot compete with you that way, so do not try to compete with me during feeding." "Yes my queen." He said as he kissed her. "Go to bed my love. Thank you for taking care of us." She said as he pulled away. "If there is nothing more you need or want then I will go lay down." He said as he stifled a yawn. "I need or want nothing more tonight my love." He kissed her again then walked towards the door. "But. My Sir." He stopped and braced his hands on either side of the doorway when he heard, "My Sir." "I believe we have waited long enough. Tomorrow, I will want and need you to have your key ready." She said with a seductive timbre to her voice. The king drew in his breath, nodded his head then said, "You know." The End

In the city of Fathach Beag, two Fae sisters grew up quite close to one another. The elder sister Ava always looking out for and playing with the younger Maeve. Maeve remembers building forts out of fallen leaves in the fall with Ava. In the winter they helped collect and melt icicles around fires to prevent them from falling from the trees overhead and damaging buildings, and the fire light through the ice cast strange dancing shadows. In the summer they would play hide and seek in the gardens among the fruits and vegetables that were the same size or even bigger than themselves. In the spring, they would giggle among themselves comparing their wings to those of butterflies that stopped by the flowers that grew around the city outskirts. But that was also where the divergence started. Ava was quite popular among the students of her school, and she was studying to be a lapidary- identifying and refining precious stones into even more beautiful works of art. She had very little magical prowess...at least by Fae standards- and those standards were admittedly quite high. Maeve was quite good with magic for her age, so not only was she studying a different path, their age difference distanced the sisters further still. Ava still tended her sister when she could, but it a petty amount of time compared to how they used to mingle. Fae wings dissolve in liquid, growing back a day or two later once again ready for flight. If a Faerie kept their wings though, they grew larger and more impressive the longer they remained- defaulting back to transparent dragonfly-like wings when regrown. Ava had her wings in pristine condition for quite some time so by now they looked like beautiful stain-glass, black, deep blue, and pink. This gained the attention of many of her fellow students who admired her, and then fell in love with her personality. This unfortunately meant she had a busy social life outside of classes as well- further dividing her from her jealous little sister Maeve. So Maeve did the only thing she knew to solve the situation- magic! She took to her magic tomes to see if she could find some way to force her big sister to pay more attention to her! Then she would have fun like the good old days and not want to be apart from Maeve willingly or otherwise. Maeve was still fairly young though, and while she was good at magic for her age...her repertoire was still a bit lacking. Magic books were not hard to come by in a city of Fae, but many contained concepts or words Maeve did not even know. There was an entire section dedicated to sex and lust spells and she didn't know what either of those words meant! Eventually she settled on a book of transformative spells. Maybe there was a spell to transform her sisters thoughts into ones of Maeve? No, the book did not have those sort of transformations. Almost entirely animal transformations, but Maeve did smile as she seen a section dedicated to canines. According to the book dogs were very loyal creatures, dedicating themselves to their pack above all else. Maeve was Ava's pack! Dogs were small-ish four legged creatures and looked cute enough. There was spells for different breeds, and for some reason there was two near identical ones for regular female dog and 'bitch'. Maeve did not know the difference, but bitch had its own specific title so she assumed that was the more prestigious one. Ava twirled in the long mirror on the door to her room, admiring the dress she was wearing. There was already another four laying out on the foot of her bed she had already tried on. An outfit for every occasion, and a lot of important Fae were also pretty vain so faults in your appearance could hurt your standing rather quickly. Her smile faded a bit as she felt an odd tingling sensation pass through her body that almost settled into an itch on the surface. She puzzled over what that feeling could have been as she also noticed she felt unusually hot. It felt as though the entire room was heating up quickly, but how could that be? She had to brush her hair away from her chest because it was adding heat on top of her breasts which already insulated her front just fine on their own. That was when she noticed her nails had turned into claws! Not even sharp claws either, they had blunted tips. She wanted to take her stockings off but only bent over and groaned at the increasing heat. No, it was certainly internal temperature she realized- especially in her crotch which was starting to twinge in need. She liked what she seen in the mirror but not THAT much! It was quickly getting difficult to think straight, but she did see in the reflection her ears were growing, a bit longer and a lot wider. Fae ears were already long and pointed but also very slender, now they were becoming rounder and starting to flop over from their increasing weight. She slipped a hand into the slit up the side of the dress skirt and snaked its way under her panties to press in on her fattening labia, feeling the heat against her hands, and moisture. She moaned again at the feeling and panted a bit, leaning against the mirrored door with one hand and massaging her other hand over her pulsing pussy. Ava was unable to tell apart from the strong pulses of pleasure that her tailbone was growing out, hooking around the top of her panties and then growing down the inside of the skirt, quickly gaining a fuzzy coat of fur as it went. Her toes curled and her feet stretched out as she lifted herself onto the front of them, seemingly from pleasure. In reality she couldn't have stopped herself from doing that regardless because her actual feet were changing structure! From the ankle down bulked and stretched, causing the tops of her stockings to migrate farther and farther down her leg, unable to contain it all properly anymore. The bottoms widened greatly as her toes fattened and grew claws as well. The much broader feet with puffy padded skin on the bottoms strained the shape of the stockings as it was, so when the claws started to grow they immediately popped holes in the ends. Ava was working her nethers rigorously now, hooking her fattened fingertips into herself as she rubbed. Her entire body tensed with each inward push and her breathing was becoming ragged and her moans sharper in tone. Her mouth hung open in lust so she hardly noticed her tongue was actually much larger than it was supposed to be, and a bit flatter than normal. Her panties were already moist, but she squeaked in a desperate orgasm and completely soaked them, staggering back off the door a bit finally realizing something was vastly different about her leg structure. The entire room seemed a bit off making her feel like she was going to pass out, but she did not. What was actually happening is the range of colour her eyes could perceive was becoming more narrow- she was losing her ability to see certain colours. Her horniness also did not go away, at all. If anything the orgasm made her hungrier to have another! As soon as she hooked her hand around her fat labia though the tensing muscles in her arm expanded tremendously as her hands became giant paws. She held both arms out in front of her, staring at them while still panting. They were huge! From her elbows down her arms almost tripped in width! She felt her feet expand the same way, and they became even a bit larger than her hands had. When she looked down her balance was thrown off again and she hunched way over, feeling fur quickly growing on the top of her back and her spine started to groan and pop as it expanded, and then her rib cage. Ava panted loudly, letting a bit of drool drip from her tongue- too desperate and horny to care what she looked like right now. As she alternated from heavy breaths to groans her teeth all turned to fangs and her tongue got a bit longer, and the end of her nose started to darken. Her dress was so tight! Her body was trying to catch up to her oversized paws. Her panties dug into her even fatter darkening labia causing her to stagger back and forth, squirming around on her feet trying to find a position where it wasn't digging in. Her dress started to shred at the seams and she could not take the heat anymore, grabbing into the fabric with her claws and ripping the front of the dress completely apart. She yipped in surprise of her reflection when tearing her dress open revealed six smaller breasts under her original two! Now less restrained her entire body started to grow, making her paws less giant in proportion. Her tail involuntarily wagging tossed the remnants of the clothing off her while her expanding torso popped the clasp on her bra. Ava went to run the soft pads of her front paws down her many tits and yelped at the sharp pleasure, immediately skipping them and ripping her panties off in desperation. Her pussy was tremendously puffy, and almost pitch black! It had taken on a triangular shape more familiar to canines. Without even turning around her eyes locked with the tall round bedposts behind her- in the reflection of the mirror. She staggered back till she felt it on her lower back, then stepped up onto the bed to lift herself high enough and lowered the large sphere on the top of the bedpost into her pussy and started pistoning up and down, rocking her hips back and forth at the same time. She rolled her huge paws over her many tits, twinging the nipples up and down. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth as her face started to stretch as she groaned and panted from the sensations. Her nose became dark and wet as the fur starting on her forearms and back started to spread across her entire body like wildfire. Ava grunted as she looked down in frustration at the bed post- it was too small for her. Or more accurately, she was too big. She no longer hand to hold herself up on the bed, she stood tall enough to easily get it in her and the bedpost wasn't doing anything a single finger from her could already do. She started rapidly rolling her finger over her fat black pussy to try to aid the post. Her head hit the light on the roof only a moment before it hit the roof with a dull thud. She was as tall as the room! She tried to bend forward to give herself more room but her spine and joins had been slowly shifting position and it was too difficult to stay upright now, so bending over caused her to fall completely onto all fours. The let out a long whine before slamming her pussy back and engulfing an entire corner of her bed in its plush folds. She thrust back against the bed, which was slamming against the wall with enough force to crack it. Her weight was starting to bend the floor down and the entire level of the building was starting to creak as she shifted back and forth. She had another orgasm as the top of her head was pressed forcefully into the door frame and she jammed backward aggressively from the orgasm, causing the entire bottom of the bed to enter her! Her body groaned and bones popped into new positions as she had another large growth spurt and the bed was forced further into her as she expanded across the floor, till she was touching both walls and the entire bed was basically inside of her. The door creaked and blew off the hinges across the hall and Maeve quickly dashed into the hall from her room in surprise, not entirely knowing what was going on herself. The walls started to bend outward and Ava's feet smashed through the roof of the floor below, she was outgrowing everything. Her pussy was clenching and spurting on its own, even though the bed was becoming too small for her as well. Ava felt the tips of her paws touch the furnature in the floor below and without thinking lurched forward to get her footing, causing her face to smash through the hall and the floor of the rooms across from hers. All the splintering wood and tile was abrasive on her furry face causing her to recoil, staggering out through the side of the building, ripping the entire side off of all three floors as she fell into the street. Ava could not think through the hormones and as soon as she got her footing on the cobble road she thrust back and ground her pussy into the corner of the building, causing the entire remainder of it to rock back and forth with her thrusts as her juices ran down it and pooled on the sidewalk. Other Fae gathered in shock, trying to figure out what was going on- Ava was 90% canine at this point and not at all recognizable as having ever been a Fae. Maeve just stood in the sundered hall in shock, not sure if she should say or do anything, at risk of others knowing she did it. Ava orgasmed again, firing the bed out of herself as she was forced to turn her head against the building across the street- quickly running out of room again. She had the flexibility now though to do what few species could- she rolled into a ball and licked her own pussy, falling backward just as she ran out of room, causing her back to scrape off sections of the wall of buildings on both sides of the street at the same time. As she thrust into her own face and writhed in the street she unknowingly started to destroy two entirely new buildings because she was much larger than the street itself. Another powerful orgasm started to rocket through her till she convulsed violently, throwing her head back and howling as she exploded pussy juice down the road soaking several onlookers as she completely her transformation into a complete bitch. Still panting heavily, she slowly turned to look at Maeve with her teeth bared. Maeve had not been outside of the Fae city to know what the outside world was like. She did not know the Fae people were tiny. The book said dogs were fairly small animals, but she did not realize the illustration was of a dog and a human, not a Fae. To Faeries dogs were absolutely huge. Well, Maeve may have to spend the next several years worth of chores to make this up to her elder sister. At least they would now have to spend more time together...that is, if Ava didn't want Maeve to tell everyone who the giant horny mut was that wrecked a city block with her cunt.